SvenskaI 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.
The free will? The theme of my next book.
