Our family has been living in South East Asia for almost 7 years, and each time we travel back to France, I realize how our environment has been shaping my spirits:
Sri Lanka, Thailand, Cambodia have a round kind of alphabet, nothing sharp like our A, V, Z or W. There is something smooth in the sweet fragrances of the incense sticks in the streets, the welcoming smiles shining all around you, the gentle ways of the Buddha statues. There is something peaceful in the slow walks of the monks, in their alm bowl, in the way people are bowing to them..
It always takes me a few days to adjust to the Parisian path. At first, in spite of all the excitement to be back “home”, I always feel a bit “pressured” by the environment.
It’s all about edges: the shapes of the buildings, the windows, the monuments and even the shoes of the Parisians! All buildings are properly aligned and come with an unique number (and no, you can not buy the number you want because this one is supposed to be your lucky one). I see Paris’ architecture is a tribute to the Age of Enlightenment, in which cultural and intellectual forces in Western Europe emphasized reason, analysis, and individualism.
Nothing better or worse, just different and that’s what I love about traveling: feeling disorientated and removed from my comfort zone.
It might be true that wherever you go becomes a part of you, somehow…
(Photo101: on Edges and Alignment)