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Emilia-Romagna Bits

This is not the usual photo gallery from a trip to the Italian province of Emilia-Romagna. It is really hard to stay away from the historical and architectural sites of cities like Bologna or Parma, or the world famous lasagna and parmesan cheese, both so famous about these two places, for that matter.

I tried to point my camera at the unusual, while I was there. I was looking for frames that will either capture a moment or something showing the feeling one gets in Emilia-Romagna. I think I managed to do so, at least for my own benefit in the days to come. As for you… I’ll let you decide on your own.

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Zurich – A Black And White Mask

Up until yesterday I intended to show the way I saw Zurich in every bit of color the rainbow holds and the city deserves. Contrary to popular believe, the biggest Swiss city is not all about finance and posh boutiques. It has so much life in it that a cold and rainy February weekend does no justice to. It deserves the rays of the sun to fall on it 365 days in a year.

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Berliner Euromaidan

Lately, every travel I take upon offers me a meeting with a political protest or pride parade. Last Sunday (March 9, 2014) I witnessed the Berliner Euromaidan – a procession of Ukrainians against the alleged dislocation of Russian armed forces in Crimea. I say alleged, mainly because the Kremlin insists that the soldiers, not bearing any marks on the streets of the Ukrainian peninsula, are not theirs.

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Istanbul – A Fairy Tale

All along I thought I had shown you the pictures from our trip to Istanbul, Turkey at the last days of 2011 and the first ones of 2012… I’ve realized I never did.

I have never showed you the view from the inner side of Topkapı Palace’s west gate uncovering the Blue Mosque… Or the group of friends strolling down an alley at the Spice Market while laughing at each others’ jokes. Or the many many mosques that rein on every hill of this enigmatic city. Or the true marvel of Istanbul, which is taking a walk in the small and not frequently visited by tourists streets on the west bank of the Golden Horn. The old houses and their ambiance that seems totally disconnected from the hectic pace the world moves by on the main streets of the Turkish capital. Or the shoeshiner and his customer who were exchanging pleasantries in an incomprehensible language to me while the former was doing what he does for living. Or the geometric perspective I have witnessed in probably the greatest temple of God I have ever set my foot in – Hagia Sophia.

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