Afternoon stroll in the garden

Whilst living in Edinburgh, I took a lovely stroll at the Royal Botanic Garden on a sunny afternoon. It was so peaceful and calm, and nature was alive at its fullest potential. A chubby squirrel who was happily munching away on bird food encountered a cheeky bluebird who also wished to have some.

This video is my silly attempt at bringing nature to life. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂

The pianist

I often got off at Saint Lazare station on my way home. I would walk eastward on Rue Saint-Lazare then southward on Rue de Caumartin to Bd Haussman. It was a wide pedestrian street paved with ancient stones, and lined with quotidian shops and brasseries. Once you pass Rue de Provence, there’s a small plaza full of street vendors offering all kinds of goods: arts and crafts, flowers, children’s books, grocery, etc. Different vendors show up every day, so you never know what to expect. Read More

“Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta

In the past few years, I’ve met many people from different parts of the world. Sometimes, I walked into their lives, and sometimes, they walked into mine. Regardless of how we met, we all had one thing in common, ‘curiosity’. Read More

Despite the misfortunes which have struck Paris in the recent years. It remains a place of beauty and love in my mind, and the minds of many others whose lives have been changed by it. Hemingway’s description of Paris is by far my favourite, “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” Read More

The best part of Scotland

What is the image you get in your mind when you think of Scotland? Is it vikings, bearded men in kilts playing bagpipes, or the rolling green hills and high mountains?

Before I came to Scotland, those were the images that came to my mind. But after almost a year of living in Edinburgh, my perception of this country will never agree with tourists.

When I move away from here, onto my next destination in life, I will remember the politeness and kindness of the Scots, the relaxed attitude and the natural beauty of the City. I will remember the short winter days when the sun could be absent for days at a time and the long summer days when the sun barely takes a break at night. I will remember the cold frigid winter days and the cool pleasant summer breeze. I will remember the crowded streets of the Royal Mile and Prince’s street during the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

Yes, I will remember my favourite restaurant, my favourite shop, and my favourite park; although I will do just fine finding my new favourites in a new city. But I will not be able to find a replacement in a new city for the ancient stone castles which have stood for centuries and the ancient alleyways of the Old Town in a new city. And because of that, I will miss them dearly. I moved to Edinburgh with the thought of perpetuating its ancient beauty with sketches and photographs. Sadly, I had done neither and have no plans of doing it at all.

But why? You ask. Well, the answer is simple. The memories of those things have left such an impression in my mind that there is no need to take photos or make sketches. I will take them with me wherever I go.

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