The paintings by Chagall were gigantic. Biblical and very colorful motifs. This museum was created during his lifetime, which is fascinating by the way. It was pleasant to see strong colors. The motifs reminded me of biblical events that I read as fairy tales when I was growing up—memories intertwined with these colorful illustrations. The afternoon passed quickly, and it was time to return.
It was spring at that time, and the leaves had just started to burst out. The days now are beginning to get a little cooler, a change that is noticeable when the wind blows through the trees. The leaves rustle in a different way than when they just fell in spring. However, September has become a summer month to be reckoned with. Warm, sunny afternoons. Even though it feels like there are a hundred seconds left until Christmas Eve.
I still haven’t finished sharing with you my experiences at the art exhibitions in Nice, France. It is true, you live on memories for a long time after a trip. When I travel to a city, I love to walk for hours. Sometimes with the help of a map, but usually roughly, where I at least know the directions. A city map can limit the journey of discovery. That’s why I always look for routes that look exciting and interesting.
Today I was on my way to see Chagall. I had walked for about an hour, passed the train station, and a large, busy street in Nice. It was just after lunch, and I saw a small alley that piqued my interest. I hesitated for a microsecond, but it felt quite safe. Some older men were playing boules on my left, and on my right, there was an adjacent wall. It was a relatively steep road, and a few meters ahead of me, I spotted a so-called fighting dog. They might attack, I thought, even though they are considered family-friendly. I kept an eye on the dog for a while and then ventured forward.
Unexpectedly, I discovered paintings on the stone wall opposite the gravel court where the men were playing boules. The paintings blended well into the surroundings, and I stopped. They were intense, vibrant colors with life and movement. I took a few selfies as Molly had taught me. I felt the atmosphere, which at the same time gave me a taste of Chagall’s house and art exhibition.
The dog ran down the road and was at a safe distance. Maybe it sensed that I am used to dogs. I walked on and after a few hundred meters, I arrived at the museum. Luckily, the museum had just opened after being closed for lunch. New impressions awaited the retina, which had already received many experiences during today’s excursion.
My ability to associate allowed my thoughts to wander to the world of literature with “Le mur” by Jean Paul Sartre. I still argue whether we have free will or whether our choices in life are pre-destined based on our heritage and environment.
My hairdresser had given me information in advance about Sally’s wedding. It turned out that his sister had previously gotten married in the same venue. I was well prepared and, above all, both Jack and Sally said “yes” to each other. It was no “Runaway Bride” like in the movie with Julia Roberts. You certainly remember the scene when she jumped onto her horse in a big dress and wedding veil and then rode away at full gallop from the church.
Film is a big part of my life, even though I don’t watch as many films a year as I did 30 years ago. Back then, film was a way to learn more about life and the world, and at the same time, a perfect entertainment. Today it’s still the same, but with more life experience, I see things from new perspectives. Sometimes I can watch the same film again and experience it in a completely new way because I have gained more knowledge.
When I was in Nice, I saw a photo of Charlie Chaplin in connection with the Cannes Film Festival. It made me think about who Charlie Chaplin of our time is. I don’t have an answer yet, but at least Chaplin’s films during World War II in the 1940s meant a lot in challenging times.
I am happy with this year’s summer. Warm days, sun, rain sometimes, but not all summer like it is some years. Greenery, flowers, and a little easier everyday life because you don’t have to think about thick jackets, hats, and mittens. It had been raining heavily the whole Friday, and it stopped in the evening. That should mean a long and happy marriage for Jack & Sally!
Sally’s wedding was fantastic. She was beautiful in her lovely dress with flowers. We were at a venue where everybody felt part of her wedding day. My mind was brought to the oriental “One Thousand and One Nights”. There were many at the party, several hundred. A whole team filmed and photographed the evening. Those of you who know Sally can see it on her FB. The dinner never wanted to end – cross-cooking with toast Skagen for starter – then one course after the other was taken in true Meze spirit. I also met some former colleagues who were sitting at the same round table. Friends of the bride were also at the same table, and they jokingly said they felt discriminated against; their husbands drank wine with the food, and the women would drive the car home later in the evening.
Today is August and we are back to everyday life again. Nowadays, August and September are also nice summer months with great opportunities to continue being outdoors. I hope so, because I now have the women’s mile, which will be in early September. This constant striving for good posture and jogging steps.
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