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Made in Italy

Being currently in London I've noticed I'm speaking more often Italian than English or even Polish.
There are some political and economical reasons behind the constantly increasing rate of Italian immigrants, but I'm not going to analyse this. The daily presence of Italians, sound of Italian language and aroma of the cooking pasta reminded me my longer and shorter trips to Italy. The pictures came from different places and different periods.

Rome, September 2007. 
First one is the staircase in Vatican Palace, designed to be used by cavalry.
Second one is another popular place - the St. Angel's Bridge which had a special meaning for me, because I passed across it every morning going to school (language school :)) and afternoon - coming back. And yes, I loved Bernini's sculptures,...all of them.
And third, well, I don't think it needs a comment :) Just one thing - I took this picture on a rare, rainy day of that September. So, Forum Romanum after a still summer rain... 

Bolonia, 2010

I came to watch the thesis defence of my friend and celebrate her MA, which is quite a tradition in Italy (meaning a lot of drinking and eating:)) But in the meantime I walked around this lovely town famous from its arcades (and not eaten there - spaghetti bolognese).

Bicycles, July 2008

in Florence

 in Lucca

Not only pictures

From time to time I commit something literature alike, so this is one of the texts I wrote some time ago and recently translated:

At Snow Queen's

The clacking noise of high heels once bounced – gets back

Before a cool breath fights the way through the furry barricades

Before it'll freeze into the icicle garlands at the top of the ceiling

It is not true I've got an empty house – I'm a queen after all

I spared no expense in getting furniture: chairs, armchairs, couches,

chaise lounges, tableware, golden fittings and handles

Why did you pull your hand back then?

'Cause there's no fire place?!

But there are the mirrors instead – Their Highnesses Crystals

Frozen in the beauty and perfection

The clacking noise of high heels echoed from all the walls

As a cry of despair runs towards the windows

Where the panes of Venetian glass brightly shine

It's not my fault, so what was that all about then?

The carpets made the fragile icy floor melt

And you didn't have follow me, you know,

I've never forced you to do anything

I'm not bad, maybe just a little tired and deafened al ready

But I was glad, seriously, I was really glad

There was nothing to be afraid of, wasn't it?

You knew so well what to do, learning quickly

To sit only on the couches, do not take your shoes off

When you're rearranging the mirrors and silvers

Somehow that clacking noise of high heels was getting quietened down

as well as my migraine

and that annoying ringing of icicles startlingly played along the sound of

forks, suddenly broken glass, sheets of paper strewn all over

How did she guess? Did she figure it out by herself? Or was it because of the shine?

And why did she come here, anyway?

The migraine tears apart my head

and the clacking noise of high heels bounced once

with the unbearable tempest, strikes me down

Back to Highlands

...or Scottish summer part II. What can I say? I just fell in love with this rainy, moody, unpredictable land. It's just too beautiful. Of course as a region (still) it's struggling with a lot difficulties and many things there could be easily critized...starting with the very particular taste in clothes ;) But these photos are not aiming to do that. Not this time. They are about how enchanting, dispite many flaws, imperfections and defects, this place is. And addictable - at least for me.

 Somewhere between Corran and Onich

On the way from Glasgow to Fort William. The sights along the A82 highway it's a story by itself

Another material for an independent post - Ben Nevis

In other words...to be continued :)

Scottish summer

 

Loch  Lommond, August 2013 between 8.00-9.00 a.m.

 

Glen Coe - popular but spectacular anyway. 

Seen in Skyfall, Harry Potter (Hagrid's home). Near the entrance to the glen sits the village known as the birthplace of James Bond's father Andrew. :)

 Glenfinnan Monument and Loch Shiel

 

 On the way to Hogwart - Glenfinnan Viaduct

Some village

Mallaig

 

Glen Coe - in the evening

 

Culzean Castle Ayrshire

A melancholic dill from Glasgow...

North Wales I

Gwynedd czyli Bangor oraz pan z psem

Scones i herbata oraz tamtejszy dżemik "tymbark"

 

Katadera w Bangorze...

 a w katedrze nagrobna płyta jakiejś ważnej miejscowej Ewy (choć nikt nie pamięta czyją była żoną...) - no musiałam zrobić zdjęcie

Tomb Slab - yellow sand -
stone slab of Eva,
wife of .... Anwel;
14th C.

Pomodliłeś się - wrzuć kamyczek... rozbrajające

Pebble Pool
Prayers will be said here today.
You are invited to join our pool of prayer.
If you wish please add a pebble (your prayer)
to the water, which represents
the prayers of all the people of God

Widok z molo

Molo i dzieci łowiące kraby

Rustykalna dekoracja

Conwy

Conwy widok na zatokę

Conwy przystanek autobusowy

Caernarfon port

Euro

Dzień pierwszy...

Bramkarz się nudzi, a handel kwitnie

Trotuar koło Śródmieścia jako plaża. Panom korzystającym z pobliskich krzaczków w celach toaletowych odpuściłam, może niesłusznie...

Prawie jak Benedykt... 

 
Sobota po otwarciu. Warszawa, przynajmniej w centrum, świeciła pustkami, ale może to dlatego, że to sobota. Chociaż z drugiej strony było już dobrze po 11.00

To się nazywa "wyjść do klienta"

Następna seria zdjęć to witryny w sklepowe na Jana Pawła II. Euro inspirowało...

A to już dzień ostatnich podrygów "naszych" czyli mecz z Czechami. Przyznam się - ja też ustroiłam się w biało-czerwony deseń. Zresztą pomysłowość dziewcząt w przybraniu się w barwy narodowe nie znała granic. Nie udało mi się tego uwiecznić, ponieważ strażnicy oceniali mój aparat jako potencjalne narzędzie zbrodni (że za ciężki i inne takie brednie) i nie pozwalali wchodzić z nim na teren, a leciutki acz leciwy cyfrak niestety odmawiał posłuszeństwa po zachodzie słońca:( 

Tu widać, że coś się dzieje