I came across this little gem in another part of Basel, somewhere near the German border. The warm lights, the darkening day and the faint smell of baking bread……I wonder if heaven ought to have been this way?
Indian bars are only now learning to come up with quirky names…
Using this long pole we placed our loaves into the pre-heated oven (no thermostat though!). It took less than ten minutes and we all had our very own bread! Something I seem unnaturally proud of. I took my fresh loaf and sat in the small cafeteria right next to the amphitheatre and ate it with … Continue reading
I didn’t find one with flowers in it, but this was arresting enough for me..
An Indian, an Australian, and a French woman getting a bread baking lesson from an American and and a half (quarter?) Italian in a Roman ruin in Switzerland. Thank you Beth and Christina for a very interesting and lovely afternoon! #AugustaRaurica It tastes better than it looks.
To be honest, I didn’t know this painting existed till a few days back. I don’t remember how exactly I came across it, but I did. I knew van Gogh from the usual suspects, Sunflowers, self portraits, Starry Starry Nights… Art doesn’t normally evoke a visceral response from me. I like the technique, the … Continue reading
This is in response to Kritika’s Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge. Thank you, for giving me this challenge, you know how crazy silly I am for such things. 😀 The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem … Continue reading