ruseilles , France - On a steep, narrow country road at 1,150 meters above sea level, my travel partner accelerated the engine aiming at the waggish sound of alpine bells. As herdsmen rallied the cows to graze on the undulating pastures of the Haute-Savoie, the soft hues of the early morning sun tinted the landscape that overlooks the crystalline peaks of Mont Blanc.
Monday, 11 May 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015 Jan Sevilla
How do you keep a still gaze on Michelangelo’s David?
Well, I didn’t. Forget about his biblical nature. David is butt-naked!
Perhaps, it’s no surprise that a group of Japanese tourists giggled sporadically. While it was not hard to comprehend why; a quick look at the
piece of marble is enough to arouse one’s imagination. Oh yes! Tell that to the young German couple with red beet cheeks or the American lady, who couldn’t have flashed a more mischievous glint. exhibitionistic
Friday, 10 April 2015
Saturday, 7 March 2015
Saturday, March 07, 2015 Jan Sevilla
My first glimpse of La Sagrada Familia, a fanciful looking cathedral and the most imposing landmark in the city of Barcelona, is of curious tourists gazing toward the sheer verticality of the somewhat melted cake like structure.
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
Sunday, 25 January 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015 Jan Sevilla
Through the large glass paneled windows blurred by the cold mist of the Andalusian winter, the clip-clop of well-shod hooves
Sunday, 21 December 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014 Jan Sevilla
He couldn’t be a
. But he could be a Gitano. converso
the song that echoes of his fathers. It was a primitive cry. A sort of spiritual has somewhere along the rustic lines and the shattering chant but voice, is a flowing emotional expression of inner struggle and pride, about perpetual desire and of longing, desperation and hope. jondo
Saturday, 6 December 2014
Saturday, December 06, 2014 Jan Sevilla
Why do I find it hard not to be charmed or even excited by the sound of shattering ice when some liquid is poured on to it, or when the sizzle of meat hits a searing grill, the ping of the burning oven, the soft rip of a warm crispy baguette and the pop of a wine bottle being opened? Perhaps beneath this mind stimulating-palate teasing phenomenon; lies an emerging image of a place where they all exist, we call it simply – the kitchen.