Firenze at night: a dream

I was very lucky because I was in Florence  on 25 April.  April 25th, 1945 {Festa della Liberazione} is the date which marks the day that Italy was liberated from Nazi Germany. This in addition to showing respect for the Italian resistance risking their lives fighting against both Benito Mussolini’s armies as well as the Germans. In the Tuscan hills that we so much love to gaze, write and photograph – is where so many of the resistence was forced to hide risking death upon capture.  Expect to see lots of people in the center of major Italian cities, parades and many businesses closed. The past will never be forgotten, especially not in this part of the world.

The Ponte Vecchio (old bridge), built in 1345, was Florence's first bridge across the Arno River and is the only surviving bridge from Florence's medieval days (others were destroyed in World War II). The Ponte Vecchio is still lined with shops selling gold and silver jewelry. From the bridge, you'll have a great view along the Arno River and beyond

Resim yazısı ekle

Resim yazısı ekleFlorence's most famous square is Piazza della Signoria, the heart of the historic center and a free open-air sculpture exhibit. The Loggia della Signoria holds some important statues including a copy of Michelangelo's David. The piazza has been Florence's political center since the middle ages and Florence's town hall, the medieval Palazzo Vecchio, sits on the piazza. The palazzo contains elaborately decorated public rooms and private apartments that can be visited (Visiting Information). Around the piazza are cafes and restaurants.

The cradle of Renaissance: Belle Firenze!

This is the famous restaurant Golden View,  which was full of Turkish Painter's oil paintings.

Florence, with its unique architecture, has always intrigued me and this may be the reason why I felt zeal to wander around its magical streets and squares.


The amazing Ponte Vecchio was again full of curious eyes striving hard to have a glimpse of the river Arno.


Golden View, was a restaurant where wining, arts, painting, architecture were all perfectly blended with a historical and gastronomical taste.  The view I had was as valuable as gold, as its name indicated. Its address is : Via dè Bardi, 58/r, 50125 Firenze

The weather was heavenly, I felt the sun while tasting my different varieties of tortellini (with pumpkin sauce for ex.), wine, local desserts, coffee, and risotto.

I reached to the climax of hedonism during my visit there.

I had already visited Academia, Uffizi Gallery, and other museums when I went there last August. So, this visit was fully scenic, gastronomical and photographic.

   

the dream in a dream: day one

Though fed up with rushing among the modes of transportation, there was no time for hesitation. No sooner had I settled in my room than I ran outside, beginning the second leg of my expedition. Prague, was so a beautiful city that all my perceptions worked 100%. If am asked whether one can be able to fall in love with a city at first sight, my reply would be yes of course regarding Prague!

We were flirting with each other in a courteous manner; Me, asking the secret of its beauty; she  responding me by exhibiting her wonders I came across at every corner arbitrarily.

Here, you can enjoy the sunset in Vlatva River while watching the ship moving through different styles of exterior architecture in Art Nouveau, Baroque, Renaissance, cubist, Gothich, Neo-Classical, and ultra-modern.

As you see, here we are in the heart of the city, which is illustrated with the most important figures representing the aura of the city such as Karl Bridge, Prague Castle, Goya viewed all of which  through the river Vlatva River.. I hope you will enjoy my interpretation of Prague on the first day of my visit.

In this blog, the purpose I bear is to present some scenery combined with the examples of exterior architecture.

We are flying to Prague

In order to provoke some excitement, I have decided to blog a pre-tour of our destination to Prague which is because I would like to recall every moment of it and respect my experiences of discovery; and of course share the stages of my exploration.

On that day, I was so excited because I was going to see one of the most impressive cities of the world, being highly exquisite with its diverse history and architectural beauty. And here are some photos of the very day when  I was boarding on the plane for this thrilling journey..

Benvenuto!

Benvenuto! says the city of Como, Lombardia

The first point of my personal reinvention started in Como with my friends Pınar and Selçuk.

So thrilled did we feel when we found ourselves in this untouched wilderness surrounded by a great variety of greenery. 

                                                        Have a break, Have a sight-see in Como!
We had a boat tour to discover this land where we breathed in thousands of colors, plenty of scenery, and silence. I felt myself truly disconnected and refreshed. I did not speak and just let the beauty capture me.  

                                at times, rather vulnerable do I feel myself against such  beauty...

Occasionally, I was stunned upon witnessing the limitlessness of the supremacy, questioning the reason of my self existence in this universe.  

               I would like to live here. Dear universe, have you received my message?

                                          impressions, dreams, self fusion in the depths of water and the sky

        I could listen to the silence and feel the hegemony of the unseen- intangible powers of the nature for  a thousands of hours

                                                can anyone resist to such wilderness?

                           We got off the boat in one of the towns and started taking pictures where we came    across to an amazing park with a sports center in it. It was simply not different from a rehab center, though :)

and of course tried catching some artistic photos while walking along the lake shore..

                                         It was impossible not to become a photographer there

. A Manifesto of Deconstruction

When I look back on my life, it's not that I don't want to see things exactly as they happened, it's just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way. And, truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it. Clinical psychology tells us, arguably, that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum psychics, they can be lost forever. It's sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again. It's not been I am dishonest, it's that I just that I loathe reality.

holographic affairs