What a nice stereotype!!!

I went with my friend who is blind to a rehabilitation center. He has some problems with his spine and that’s why he needs some exercises. We found the room number 216 and we asked a nurse what we had to do: to wait or to go in. She didn’t know so she promised to ask someone about it. She came back after about 5 minutes and asked my friend: “But why have you come here? To give a massage or to have a massage?” We started to laugh. This is such a strong stereotype, that if you are blind you must be a masseur.

thanks to renovations...

A few months ago, when an Englishman organizing a meeting had asked me what we would like to see, I answered: the Rossylyn Chapel. It was just after reading the book by Dan Brown so I knew that it was close to Edinburgh (we had planned to go there). I didn’t know any other interesting places, so my choice was not very well thought out. The Englishman was surprised, but he did what I had wanted, and he took us to the Chapel full of “searchers” of the Holy Grail. The Chapel was amazing. It was decorated by sculptures looking like lace. I remember for example death dances done on one of the ribs of vault. Thanks to renovations which are in progress now, we could climb up the scaffolding and see the pinnacles and flying buttress. I had never expected that it could be possible for me to see them.

The Mesquta

I have already been in The Mesquta. I don’t remember a lot from that time. Only a forest of columns and my thoughts about the price we must pay for ours decisions. Now I would like to keep in my memory also an orange’s garden, pavements made of small stones completed in mosaics and a mascaron – a dog or maybe a devil on one of decorative bars in the Cathedral.

Newcastle - detail

I couldn’t take a photo in the gallery... so an architectural detail in Newcastle… Please see the picture of the sculpture in a guide of Exhibition “Love”

Marc Quinn (born 1964)
Kiss
Love Laing Art Gallery

Wenecja

Today I went to a doctor. I hate it. It make me nervous and dependant. To rose me spirit I went to sushi bar for lunch. Award was doubled. Eating my favorite nigiri I could observe interesting scene. At the next table there were sitting a girl and her father. The girl was talking all the time about some toys she got as an extras for some shopping. For about half an hour her father said nothing. He was only waving his had for “yes” or for “not”. When she finished her story silence hung over the table. The girl was mixing tea with her chopsticks, the father was reading menu again and again… What a nice day together…
In the photo: macaron at Wenecja Street.