October 24, 2013

Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris


Père Lachaise Cemetery is the largest cemetery in the city of Paris and very famous burial site of numerous French luminaries - authors, writers, musicians and more. Père Lachaise Cemetery was opened on 21 May 1804 and was notable for being the first garden cemetery. Chopin, Molière, Balzac, Oscar Wilde, Marcel Proust, Bizet, Delacroix, Haussmann, Isadora Duncan, Annie Girardot, Marcel Marceau, and Édith Piaf are just very few of the nearly countless graves in this enormous cemetery.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
Oscar Wilde
This is his grave full of lipsticks marks:

October 9, 2013

Historic Distillery district in Toronto

The Distillery District is a historic and entertainment precinct located east of Downtown Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It contains numerous cafés, restaurants, and shops housed within heritage buildings of the former Gooderham and Worts Distillery. The 13 acres (53,000 m2) district comprises more than 40 heritage buildings and 10 streets, and is the largest collection of Victorian-eraindustrial architecture in North America. (Wikipedia)


One of the best coffee shop in Toronto, Balzak coffee, mmmm ))))





Tourists are tasting freshly brewed beer in local brewery:


Art and craft market in summer time:








October 4, 2013

Inspired by Boris Pasternak poetry...



Boris Pasternak "Autumn" 

I have allowed my family to scatter,
All those who were my dearest to depart,
And once again an age-long loneliness
Comes in to fill all nature and my heart.
...
You leaves, more richly and more recklessly
Rustle your dresses, spill yourselves away,
And fill a past day's cup of bitterness
Still higher with the anguish of today!

All this delight, devotion and desire!
We'll fling ourselves into September's riot!
Immure yourself within the autumn's rustle
Entirely: go crazy, or be quiet!

How when you fall into my gentle arms
Enrobed in that silk-tasselled dressing gown
You shake the dress you wear away from you
As only coppices shake their leaves down!-

You are the blessing on my baneful way,
When life has depths worse than disease can reach,
And courage is the only root of beauty,
And it is this that draws us each to each.

Я дал разъехаться домашним,
Все близкие давно в разброде,
И одиночеством всегдашним
Полно все в сердце и природе.

И вот я здесь с тобой в сторожке.
В лесу безлюдно и пустынно.
Как в песне, стежки и дорожки
Позаросли наполовину.

Теперь на нас одних с печалью
Глядят бревенчатые стены.
Мы брать преград не обещали,
Мы будем гибнуть откровенно.

Мы сядем в час и встанем в третьем,
Я с книгою, ты с вышиваньем,
И на рассвете не заметим,
Как целоваться перестанем.

Еще пышней и бесшабашней
Шумите, осыпайтесь, листья,
И чашу горечи вчерашней
Сегодняшней тоской превысьте.

Привязанность, влеченье, прелесть!
Рассеемся в сентябрьском шуме!
Заройся вся в осенний шелест!
Замри или ополоумей!

Ты так же сбрасываешь платье,
Как роща сбрасывает листья,
Когда ты падаешь в объятье
В халате с шелковою кистью.

Ты — благо гибельного шага,
Когда житье тошней недуга,
А корень красоты — отвага,
И это тянет нас друг к другу.