Ljubljana, Slovenia

One of the most vibrant city centers at any time of the day was Ljubljana, Slovenia. Street performers, musicians, restaurants galore and of course gelato was available at this city center, framed by their famous triple bridge and pink colored church.

The painting depicts just that church and the triple bridge framed in front of it. Unfortunately, the vibrancy of the place could not be captured in this painting.

Udaipur, India

Unfortunately, local tourists are not as important as the foreign ones in our country. And this is possibly why, in a talent rich country like ours, the hand painted pictures are often overpriced.

This one however, has a good ring to it. Sold to us by an elderly, homily gentleman, who also manned the desk at the old style “Haveli”, this picture represented the warmth and friendliness of the Rajasthani people.

The painting had all three animals that were and still are important to the local people – the might Elephant, the hardy Camel and the sturdy Horse.  

Den Hague, The Netherlands

The streets of Amsterdam had offered us magnets, history, the canals and chaos. The streets of Haarlem were quaint but deserted. And hence, we did not expect to find this masterpiece on the streets of Den Hague, a place known for its Embassies and the International Court of Justice.

And why we call this a masterpiece is for the simple reason that the old man painting it was doing it in freehand and on wood.

Yes, this picture is not one of a prominent location in the country, but the sheer passion that the artist put behind creating this was worth breaking the rule. With pictures painted on all sizes of thin wooden sheets, this was the smallest one we could purchase, also keeping in mind that our flight was scheduled to depart in a little more than eight hours.

Bruges, Belgium

Walking the quaint stone paved streets of ancient Bruges, across delightful bridges set over meandering rivers, we came to an open-air market that was just about closing down for the day. Apparently, the people really know how to live life, starting the market at six in the morning and closing at noon!

There was only one artist still selling, although she too just seemed to be there, to chill with her friends. She spoke funny, looked just out of a bad production of Cats, but she tried to sell bigger paintings with passion, even opening up the ones already packed for the day.

Such was her charm, that we decided to get this really odd shaped, vertical painting that showed the steeped roofs of the charming belfry that dominates the old town skyline of Bruges.

The Picture Story

They say that a picture speaks a thousand words. Well, we like hand drawn / painted ones better, especially if they tell a story of the place that you are visiting.

The pictures, when viewed years later have the ability to transport us back leading us on a memory trail of how we came across them in the first place.

In the coming weeks, we hope to put up just such short picture stories – hope you enjoy them!

Paraphernalia
A collection of paraphernalia from our trips that we have made a picture collage of.

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