I’ be always liked to visit the local cemitery when I travel, but I almost missed this one, as I only had 2 days and a half to visit Budapest.
But then I was drinking tea in the hostel kitchen and I overheard a family talking about visiting the cemetery, so I decided to check it out.
It looks more like a huge park, so huge that at one point I couldn’t find the way to the exit.
Another six weeks till my holidays…
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Photos taken at the transport museum in Lisbon
Posted as part of Aisla’s Weekly Travel Theme
Drawing busses, tramways, all day long.
A day at the transport museum
posted as part of Six Word Saturdays
No theatre nor choir rehearsals or dance classes until September, so of course I had to find some other activity.
So I registered for a workshop on drawing with Indian ink. I have always loved Indian ink but I had never used with a brush before, just with nibs. We just worked on exploring the gesture today, discovering what we could do with a wet or dry brush, applying more or less pressure, a pretty meditative activity.
Funny, I was so tired I thought I would just write something very short and ended up writing a novel.
Well, not me…
That’s what several members of the Emaus community said when we were drawing them 10 days ago. The focus of the drawing workshop was to draw people in their environment and write about our experience. And the best way to get near the peoplewewanted to draw was to strike a conversation with them.
Some of us went to the carpenter’s workshop after lunch (we just wanted to be somewhere in the shade, as the day was very hot) and we started drawing one of the companions, nicknamed Pavarotti, who was working on an old chair. And started chatting with him.
At one point I channeled the playback conductor in me and asked him what he felt when he was working. And he replied: When I’m doing this, it is such harmony, there are no bad feelings.
And I, who was a bit skeptical about the whole thing (I tend to be skeptical about communities), lost all my prejudices.
And the highest moment of the day:
He came to sing for us before we left. There is a good reason for his nickname.
Here’ s my entry for Dutch goes the photo challenge – not a very hard color to find in Lisbon