vintagepostcards – ARUNDHATI BASU

Billows upon billows upon billows of clouds hung in the morning sky yesterday. We were in a Gainsborough painting. Driving through the Cotswolds and staring at the sky. Of course, I reminded Adi to keep his eyes on the road too or we would be looking down upon the countryside from the clouds. A bit too early for that. To keep his eyes in place was the yellow vista that comes up in April with timeliness. The rapeseed fields that spring up along the roads leading into the Cotswolds. They shall turn uniformly yellow in some time so much so that you cannot spy a speck of green amongst the sheets of yellow.

2017-04-01 01.16.00 1_1.jpg — **“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.” Rabindranath Tagore**

2017-04-01 08.05.03 1_1.jpg — **“I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.” William Butler Yeats**

2017-04-01 08.04.57 1_1.jpg — “When I look up and see the sun shining on the patch of white clouds up in the blue, I begin to think how it would feel to be up somewhere above it winging swiftly thought the clear air, watching the earth below, and the men on it, no bigger than ants.” Eddie Rickenbacker

2017-04-01 08.06.28 1_1.jpg — **“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” Edward Abbey**

2017-04-01 12.19.35 1_1.jpg — “Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” John Lubbock

2017-04-01 08.06.35 1_1.jpg — **“There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.” Gilbert K. Chesterton**

And before I leave you, I cannot make Sunday complete without browsing through the postcard collection, so here are a few below. Are you having a good day? I would love to hear about it. I am sitting in front of the telly (’tis the noble day to be a couch potato), munching on spicy French Toast, catching up with the final instalment of The Voice, a reality show, and wondering what to rustle up for dinner.

Baptistery of San Giovanni Florence.jpeg — Baptistery of San Giovanni, Firenze.

On that oomph-y note, till tomorrow then, my lovelies.

Scan 3.jpeg — *Amalia Rodrigues, the iconic Portuguese fadista, in a Lisbon tavern from the 1960s. Postcard from Lisbon.*

Scan 6.jpeg — *How can one not have a postcard from Rome that has Peck and Hepburn on the Spanish Steps?*

Scan 2.jpeg — *Translated, The Leopard, an epic film from 1963. A postcard from beautiful Firenze, Italy.*

scan-7 — *Everyone wants chocolate and pastries from the Viennese institution called Demel. They are bloody good! Postcard from Vienna, Austria.*

scan-4 — *A small wine region on the Oregon-Washington border, Walla Walla makes some of the best Syrahs in the US.*

Hope you are having a wonderful Sunday, folks! I am chilling at home after a busy weekend of V&A browsing and catching up with friends in London. And of course, nothing feels happier than raking up travel memories with these pretty postcards that were stashed into a tin box. You cannot neglect them for long.

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