Stroll through the ‘fin de siècle’ era in Riga.

Swaying and rustling of stepping feet in skirts that softly touch the floor. The delicate fragrance of fresh flowers upon pastel coloured hats. The faint sound of music played by an old Gramophone. The moment you open the door and enter the Riga Art Nouveau Museum, is being teleported to the year 1903. Floral patterns on the authentic wallpaper, leaded glass windows in an abundant amount of colours. Elegant chairs and embroided tablecloths. Geometrical forms and ancient gods. Even chamber maids swiping off the book shelves, complete with white apron and cap fixed on top of the head.

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Stunning architecture at Kolumba in Cologne.

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Ugh. When I see religious art – Sorry if I insult anyone, but it’s my blog and I’m just sharing my opinion. Nothing more, nothing less. – I get goosebumps and want to run away as fast as I can. Sure, you have masterpieces painted by Rubens and Van Eyck – proud Belgian – and I definitely appreciate the colours, how the light influences faces and colour and the atmosphere in their paintings, how the fabrics are so real you can almost touch them, the pure craftmanship and brushstrokes that make a piece of canvas almost a mirror to earlier times. I can admire those paintings. I understand a lot of art with religious subjects has their place in time and has been created under the influence of a spirit of the age. How it’s not done to depict naked / barely clothed women otherwise. I know, I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to run away screaming after seeing another Maria with baby Jesus on her arms with a bright halo of light behind her head. I just don’t like it, period. So, why did I visit a museum run by the Archdiocese of Cologne, which has a big collection of religious art and sculptures? Continue reading Stunning architecture at Kolumba in Cologne.

Strolling in the King’s garden in Brussels.

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When I watched the news on television two weeks ago, I knew what I needed to do. Visit the Royal Greenhouses in Laeken. Finally. This year.

Even though I’m a belgian girl and the capital is only a 30-minute train ride away, I never managed to visit the Royal Greenhouses. Simply because of one reason: they’re only accessible three weeks a year for the common man – or woman -, luckily during spring when most flowers bloom. The rest of the year the Royal family can enjoy the greenhouses all by themselves – didn’t I tell you the greenhouses are a part of the King’s garden? -. Believe me, there’s plenty of beauty to enjoy. Continue reading Strolling in the King’s garden in Brussels.