Thursday, October 27, 2011

Movies - an escape

Watched today:


Paper Man – Jeff Daniels, Lisa Kudrow

Want to see (again):

Strawberry and Chocolate (Spanish/Mexican)

Movie list so far (downloaded for me by some1):

Paying it Forward (The song: calling all angels...)

A Star is Born (If you die, I’ll kill you.)

Requested:

As Good as it Gets (You make me want to be a better man... and the title)

Next request:

Capt Corelli’s Mandolin (The music!)

All time favourites:

Inn of the Sixth Happiness (First childhood movie memory)

Zorba (Teach me to dance.)

As it is in Heaven (That song!)

The Band (The setting)

The Concert (The story)

Babette’s Feast (The principle)

Out of Africa (The love...and Mozart’s music)

Favourite movie quotes (from Kiss of the Spider Woman):

I will find my escape in whichever form I damn well please (close enough)

and

What I understand is me offering you a bit of my lovely avocado and you throw it back in my face.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Jeddah - City of Contrasts

One random week-end in Jeddah

PORT





Jeddah – city of contrasts, city of surprises. It’s a port city. Seaport, airport and principal gateway to Mecca, Islam's holiest city, which able-bodied Muslims are required to visit at least once in their lifetime. It is also a gateway to Medina, the second holiest place in Islam. I know King Abdul Aziz airport very well. Have spent many hours there catching connecting flights every time I travel. Started off sleeping with the pilgrims on the benches, then discovered the VIP lounge where you can buy your way in (legally, not through bribes!) and finally, after one glorious week-end, I now have friends with transport and proper beds that would shorten those uncomfortable hours of restless sleep. Heck, we will even take earlier flights into Jeddah and later flights out!

First contrast – Abha’s airport compared to Jeddah’s. We arrived at this fairly rural airport to catch the 8 o’clock flight. At 8 o’clock was told it was delayed till 12. At 12 told we would have to wait a further hour for an announcement and at 1 told the flight would now take off at 4 a.m.!!! Couldn’t be bothered to translate any of this. I almost boarded a flight to Riyadh as a result. What a start to the week-end. Missed the party organised for us in Jeddah. Disrupted our hosts’ sleep too and seriously did some re-thinking on regular visits to Jeddah.

Flew into Jeddah at 5 a.m. with almost no sleep and our time reduced to two days.

COSMOPOLITAN



The guys had organised some spear fishing. Their regular week-end entertainment. It did not include us. We had three hours sleep and then took taxi into town. Second contrast. Walk out the door. Catch a taxi. Difference between city and country life. Taxi’s are freely available. Women can travel with ease without being stared at all the time like you’re from some other freaking planet. In fact we even found a taxi driver who was a smoker and didn’t object to smoking in his taxi! We got dropped in the town centre and felt quite lost, ... for two seconds only. People in Jeddah are friendly and helpful. Cameras are not frowned upon either. We saw expats who were approachable. Asked two women directions. They were French but we managed. Then asked a Filipino lady – turned out to be a man. Never mind. Honest mistake. We weighed ourselves on a digital scale that measure your height and weight and gives you feedback. Don’t think I bothered to read my results. We walked inside, outside, across the square – saw pigeons! I swear their are no pigeons in Abha. Could have been Trafalgar Square or Church Square or any city’s square. Enjoyed watching the Arabs feed pigeons. Wow. Some outing! (sorry, that was maybe a bit rude)




“Jeddah has received millions of pilgrims of different ethnicities and backgrounds, from Africa, Central Asia, Russia, Southeast Asia, Europe and the Middle East, some of whom remained and became residents of the city. As a result, Jeddah is much more ethnically diverse than most Saudi cities and its culture more eclectic in nature (in contrast with the more geographically isolated and religiously strict capital, Riyadh). In comparison with other cities of Saudi Arabia, women have greater freedom of movement here; they are not required to wear a veil in public, and religious police are less active here. Jeddah is one of the most cosmopolitan, diverse, and tolerant of all Saudi Arabian cities.” Wikipedia Travel

OLD CITY - AL BALAD




Excavations in the old city suggest that Jeddah was founded as a fishing hamlet in 500 BC by a Yemeni tribe.




Al Balad is a warren of ancient buildings and traditional souqs (markets), and the teetering, multi-story coral houses that Jeddah is famous for. Unfortunately, coral is not a very durable building material, and most of the buildings are in disrepair. Spend time wandering around the old city and get lost in the seemingly endless souks. You will find yourself in another world and entirely 'in' the world, surrounded by people from all over the Arab world, Asia and Africa. (A photography permit is theoretically necessary, but in practice nobody seems to bat an eyelid as long as you don't stick your camera in people's faces without permission.)




What was left of the walls and gates of the old city was taken down in 1947. A fire in 1982 destroyed some ancient buildings, but much is still preserved. A house-by-house survey of the old districts was made in 1979, showing that some 1000 traditional buildings still existed.



When Jeddah began to become wealthier due to the oil boom, many Jeddawis moved north, away from Al-Balad, as it reminded them of less prosperous times. Al-Balad had insufficient parking space for large cars. Its stores did not sell expensive designer clothing. Poor immigrants moved in place of the Saudi population. Balad is a beautiful blend of the modern and the classic where the glass facades of modern skyscrapers rub shoulders with Historical buildings with the distinct horizontally embedded wooden beams that has come to symbolize Balad over years.




Balad can be a Shopper's Paradise. Balad has a plethora of upscale shopping centers with high-end fashion brands from Milan and Paris, along with the traditional street vendors and open air Souks. Many Saudi companies are headquartered here. The most famous of which is the National Commercial Bank. The award winning structural design is the widely regarded as the first Arab Skyscraper and features Gordon Bunshaft at his best.

NASSEEF HOUSE




The construction of Nasseef House on old Jeddah's main street, Suq al-Alawi, began in 1872 and it was finished by 1881 for Omar Nasseef Efendi, member of a wealthy merchant family and, governor of Jeddah at the time. When Abdulaziz Ibn Saud entered the city in December 1925, after the siege of Jeddah, he stayed in the Bayt Nasseef. During his early stays in the city he used it as royal residence and received guests here. John R. Bradley, author of Saudi Arabia Exposed: Inside a Kingdom in Crisis, described the Nasseef House as "kind of social salon" in the 1920s, as consuls and merchants gathered there.[ The house belonged to the Nasseef family until 1975, when Muhammad Nasseef turned it into a private library that eventually accumulated 16,000 books, which could be read by anyone visiting him. Today these books belong to the central library of King Abdulaziz University.

People used to recognize Nasseef house as "The House with the Tree" because it was the only house in Balad that had one. Obviously, growing a tree was not an easy task because of the scarcity of water. The tree grows on a little square on the north of the house and is a neem tree (Azadirachta indica). This may well be the oldest tree in Jeddah.



OPEN-AIR ART




During the oil boom in the late 1970s and 1980s, there was a focused civic effort to bring art to Jeddah's public areas. As a result, Jeddah contains a large number of modern open-air sculptures and works of art, typically situated in roundabouts, making the city one of the largest open-air art galleries in the world. Sculptures include works by a variety of artists, ranging from the obscure to international stars such as Jean/Hans Arp, César Baldaccini, Alexander Calder, Henry Moore, Joan Miró and Victor Vasarely. They often depict elements of traditional Saudi culture: coffee pots, incense burners, palm trees, etc. The fact that Islamic tradition prohibits the depiction of living creatures, notably the human form, has made for some very creative modern art, ranging from the tasteful to the bizarre and downright hideous. These include a mounted defunct propeller plane, a giant geometry set, a giant bicycle, and a huge block of concrete with several cars protruding from it at odd angles. (I realise now why the camels looked more like giraffes and the horses were cut in half)





SHOPPING




Jeddah markets are known for their reasonable prices. One of the most famous shopping districts in Jeddah is Tahlia Street.It is an important fashion and shopping street in the mid-town of Jeddah. It contains many upscale department shops and boutiques, such as Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Burberry, Chanel, Giorgio Armani, Versace, Massimo Dutti, Tod's, and many more. It has been renamed to " Prince Mohammad bin Abdul Aziz Road". (Not only in South Africa – what’s with people and name changes!)

LANDMARKS

King Fahd's Fountain is a major landmark built in the 1980s and listed by the Guinness World Records organization as the highest water jet in the world at 312 metres. It can be seen from a great distance.

A proposed tower to be built in Jeddah by Prince Al-Waleed bin Talal is the Mile-High Tower, or Kingdom Tower, that will stand 1.6 km into the air. Upon its completion, this would make this skyscraper the tallest in the world. (Please. Looking at the construction sites in and around Abha, how different is Jeddah, and will I trust their workmanship? They only use foreign (read: cheap) labour. Good luck! May Allah keep it standing)



RED SEA DIVING

Our second day in Jeddah was spent at a private beach. Nothing fancy about that, it just means it has restricted access. If you enter you sign an indemnity which is actually aimed at Saudis – you enter at your own risk and may not complain about anything you see which you might find offensive!!! But then photography is forbidden and there are some rules of ‘decency’ in place.

Some Muslim women swim in a full body suit, suitably covered (headscarf included) They actually turn it into a fashion, and if you are a bit self-conscious about extra weight, I can actually see the point. We did not follow suit.



Scuba diving is a major draw for expats in the Kingdom, although the Saudis themselves seem oblivious to the treasures that await offshore. We did not dive because we were due to fly later that evening. We did however snorkel. With incredible visibility it almost seemed redundant to dive. Apparently the flora and fauna are quite similar to what you'd see on Egypt's Red Sea Coast or off the Sinai Peninsula, only minus all the tourists. Brilliant way to end a great week-end. Amost.

AL BAIK



Two friends started a fast food franchise called Chicken Broast. The one was of the opinion that they shouldn’t try and Americanise it, but stick to a Saudi style of fast food. They couldn’t come to an agreement and the partnership broke up. The Saudi supporter started Al Baik. It is now more popular in Jeddah than McDonalds, KFC or Chicken Broast. We stopped for some Al Baik. I was sent in because there was a male queue and a female queue, the latter being much shorter. And I must agree, you can’t visit Jeddah and not have Al Baik. Our final memory of Jeddah will be in my mind when I plan my next trip.

Can’t wait to go back to Jeddah!



Wednesday, June 15, 2011

FB status of teenage friends

I have taught kids for some years now - they have enriched my life and I have been blessed by all who crossed my path. As they have moved on (and me too), they have allowed me to remain part of their lives. They allow me in (I think) because I don't pass judgement. I just let them be - a quiet observer. You learn a lot from reading their FB updates.

These were taken on one random day (the kids are South African and between the ages of 15 and 19)


Vani
The Hunger Games.
One of best books I've read in a long time :)

Lesedi
Scenario: Guy's datin girl, Girl kisses other girl. Is that cheating?

Terrence
Ja neh rytng IT on tuesday an its a practical gda no ma codein

Vule
I hate people that say, "He's a nice person once you get to know him." They might as well say, "He's a jerk but you'll get used to it."

JJ
Are Japanese people also called Asians?

Nihaal
I just wanna live. Don't really care about the things that they say. don't really care about what happens to me. I just wanna live.

Badirile
So like black weddings are too much to deal with. My mom rates R50.k is the going rate for magadi. Lol ah watch me marry a Swedish man and keep this shit simple.

Karina
If life gives you melons, you may have dyslexia :]

Rhanii
I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touch your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name
I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
When we fell, something died
'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time...

Elise
‎"Big or small, I don't like rabbits. They always look like they're about to say something but they never do".

Raj on Big Bang Theory :) 

Chloe
‎"If I could speak the language of rabbits, they would be amazed and I would be their king... I would be kind to my rabbit subjects... at first.... One day, I hold a great ball for the President of France, but the rabbits don't come. I'm embarrassed so I eat all the lettuce in the world.. and make the rabbits watch..."


Shaylen
is missing the world cup

Shane'
life is actualy pretty complicated sometimes!! Ai

Lesedi (again)
No matter how you look at it, Sex changes things...

Damine
Time to drink!!!!!!!!

Ivana
Most of my day was spent with Kiroshan to help me with maths. I think out of the 6hours I spent with him, only ONE hour was spent on trig. The rest, Talking... Oh but I Love Kiroshan!

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Ahmed loves Cricket

I have written a previous post about Football, which is the Year 6 boys' favourite activity. They would play it every day of the week if given half a chance. Since it invariably ends up close to another Middle East Revolution, I have limited it and introduced other games as well - the Pakistani boys were jubilant when we started with cricket.



We have made some adjustments to the game, to suit our unique circumstances. LBW doesn't count, because we do not have impartial umpires and I don't have the strength for their arguments. We have our own way of dealing with 'wides' and 'no balls' - coz half of them can't bowl. In fact, I don't even distinguish between bowling and throwing, in order to keep the game flowing. We have a high wall directly behind us, so if you hit it across the wall - you're out! But we still play and they enjoy.



Cricket has become almost as exciting as football, just a lot less murderous.  This was last week:

Shoaib:  ”I’m having a wery bad headache.” Crying because his team lost. Kept saying: “I’m the captain and it’s the 4th loss in a row. It’s wery bad”
This week his luck changed: “Vickets are raining!!! Hit the ball man, they’re vasting overs. Celebrations!!!”
(I’ve given up trying to correct the pronunciation of ‘v’ and ‘w’ which he swops around. I now find it endearing.)




Our students are basically either Arabic-speaking, or Urdu-speaking. They do not refer to the latter as such, but rather use the term “non-arabic speakers”.  Though there are many exceptions to the rule, it comes down to Egyptians and Pakistanis. When we have PE, the Arabic speakers all want to play football.  The Non-Arabic speakers all want to play cricket. One should therefore take turns and never allow them the last say. The screaming match could drive you to the brink of insanity, and invariably ends in tears, for whatever reason. Man, they cry easily when they lose. First swearing, then fighting, then tears. And five minutes later, it’s all over and all is forgotten and forgiven. Till the next time.








Saturday, May 21, 2011

Every Death a Wake-up Call


Wouter Weylandt
Born:   27/09/1984     Gent
Died:    09/05/2011     Italy

 
Today, our team mate and friend Wouter Weylandt passed away after a crash on the 3rd stage of the Giro d’Italia. The team is left in a state of shock and sadness and we send all our thoughts and deepest condolences to the family and friends of Wouter. This is a difficult day for cycling and for our team, and we should all seek support and strength in the people close to us."
 
 
Wouter Weylandt, verpersoonlijking van optimisme, is niet meer.
 
 
Tim Bouwhuis
 Gisteren is een muurtje, gewoon stomweg een muurtje, je fataal geworden.
 

 

Every death is a wake-up call to live more fully, more presently, now.


I am passionate about sport. In Cycling, the Giro d’Italia is only surpassed in significance by the Tour de France. The world of pro-cycling is small. If you make it to the top, you are GOOD!
Marc 
Wouter beoefende één van de mooiste sporten die er bestaan. Een sport waar Professionaliteit, Plezier en Passie perfect in elkaar samenvloeien.

I did not know Wouter Weyland. Had not followed his career. But when I heard the news of his death, I felt such immense pain and was overcome by sadness.
Ellen Janssens
Het is zeer vreemd dat de dood van iemand die je helemaal niet kende, je zo kan raken.

Can’t say why I felt so deeply affected by it.
Laura
Tranen, veel tranen en een gigantisch gevoel van ongeloof. Zo was het maandagavond en dinsdag. Ik wou, kon, wil en kan het niet geloven. Ik hoop dat hij - waar hij ook is - nog steeds even gelukkig is als dat hij het hier was.

He died doing what he loved.
Peter Kelly
Cyclists are a big family and we have lost one of our own. I never met him but I feel sad that he died. May we all die when we are doing something that we love. Rest in Peace Wouter

His pregnant girlfriend will have his child as a reminder forever.
Ann-Sophie 
België en de rest van de wereld mag fier zijn jou gekend te hebben. Een fantastische renner, maar daarnaast ook een fantastische spontane en vriendelijke mens... Bedankt Wouter, voor alle mooie momenten! 
Het ga je goed...

The sadness can be overcome.
Marleen
STERKTE, Wouter leeft voort in zijn kindje... Dit laat niemand koud...maar als de stilte komt, zoek dan houvast in de mooie dingen die Wouter naliet!

So what was it?

Maybe the fact that he was loved by so many.
Demuysere Rosita  het leven kan soms zo onfair zijn he…

Arne Vrebos  dit is gewoon erg…

Jef van den Driessche  damn, dat dit kan gebeuren...
 
Frederik Huvaere  het ga je goed...
 
Tobias Wauch  no words , just tears…
 
Gunther Houbrechts  gewoon verschrikkelijk…
 
Bob de Laet  heb zitten wenen als een kind…
 
Chantal  woordeloos, machteloos, troosteloos... 

 
Close to him or not, they remember a life well lived.
M. D'Haene
Het leven is vergankelijk, daar ontkomt niemand aan... 
Alleen heeft het noodlot te snel te definitief afgerekend met je, Wouter. 
Tientallen lofwoorden kunnen we schrijven: jong, leuk, talentvol, ambitieus, goedlachs, communicatief, speciaal, altijd bereikbaar, sociaal... maar dit is het voornaamste: je was - èn blijft - geliefd. 
Dat de liefde die je gegeven èn gekregen hebt, een steun moge zijn voor je naasten ! Dat ze troost en sterkte mogen vinden in de herinneringen die je achterlaat, en uiteraard ook in het zich ontwikkelende leven dat voor altijd van jou zal getuigen. 
Weet dat je niet voor niets bent geweest wie je was : de mate waarin je beste vrienden An-Sophie,je ouders en zus steunen en proberen bij te staan, is een weerspiegeling van jouw gulheid. 
Geef je nu maar over aan het grote onbekende, je hebt je best gedaan ...

They cherish fond memories.
Marc Thielemans 
We hebben er samen veel plezier aan beleefd langs de Schelde waar we allen konden profiteren van je machtige uitstraling, je krachtige pedaalslag, je eenvoudige en authentieke zélf onder de wielerfanaten van de Schelde tussen Zwijnaarde en Oudenaarde. 

Het zal nooit meer hetzelfde zijn. Dankbaarheid en schoonheid overheersen: je klasse en speelsheid: iedereen zal het missen. 

Wij met ons wielerbende zullen voortaan voorzichtiger zijn, zonder angst dat wel, jij had dat ook niet, maar wel alerter en goed geconcentreerd. Als eerbetoon aan jou, ook al heb jij daar geen bal meer aan. 

Het leven is hard, de dood nog harder en confronterend. Aan je vriendin, je familie, je vrienden kan ik niet genoeg steun betuigen. Dus alle (rouw)registers opentrekkend: aan al wie dit leest: trek je op aan zijn doorzetting, levenslust en vrolijkheid. Het kan zo snel voorbij zijn. De énige troost die ik voel: Wouter heeft niet lang afgezien, of zelfs niet, tijdens het beleven van de droomjob van zijn leven.



They write in poetic language.
boom stil
bloem stil
niemand zo stil
als zij
jij stil
ik stil
niemand zo stil
als wij
om ons heen raast een wereld vol geluiden verder
blij dat wij nu even stil zijn.....

They handle their grief with dignity. 
Werner 
Geachte familie, vrienden van Wouter, 
Ik ben geen wielerfan-van-het-eerste-uur, ik ben geen kenner, ik ben gewoon maar een mens die geschokt is door de dood van een knappe jongeman die nog zoveel tegoed had van het leven. 
Ik maakte drama's als dit eerder mee met mensen die mij nauwer waren dan deze vader-in-spe, maar je raakt het nooit gewend: niks tragischer dan een ouder, een familielid, een vriend die zo'n jong iemand ten grave moet dragen. 
Ik wens iedereen die dicht bij Wouter stond alle sterkte om met dit verlies te leren leven: vergeten doe je dit nooit, de datum van het tragische ongeluk staat voor eeuwig gegrift in de kalender van je geheugen, maar ik hoop dat de tijd de scherpe hoeken van het verdriet afrondt en U langzaamaan terug de kleur van het leven laat zien. 
Zoek troost en kracht bij elkaar. 
Met innigste wensen voor sterkte.
Als je moet afgeven wat je het meeste lief hebt 
dan is er geen gisteren, 
geen vandaag 
en geen morgen meer, 
dan is er geen tijd meer, 
dan is er alleen heimwee... 

Belgium has always surprised me. That small, almost forgotten country.
Gianmaria 'Marie' Framarin
You came from Belgium's straight wet tiny country roads, under tons of rain and snow, but it was on a winding downhill lane on a sunny afternoon in Italy that you looked back and suddenly it was all over…

Gianni Vannieuwenborgh
Je was een groot persoon in de wielersport voor ons klein belgen landje. De eerbetoon van vandaag heeft echt ontroerd. ik kan het nog altijd niet geloven. De Wielerwedstrijden zullen nooit meer zijn zoals tevoren. Rust in vrede Wouter, Een ster was geboren in de wielersport nu schitterd ze aan onze blauwe belgische hemel. Respect voor het team Leopard trek. Heel veel sterkte aan de familie en vrienden van dit groot symbol.


So I have followed the mourning, and I have mourned with them.
Stijn
Nooit was ik zo ondersteboven bij het overlijden van een sportman. Gisteren langs De Schelde gaan rijden met mijn gedachten bij de mensen die nu achterblijven. Veel renners gezien, allen ontredderd en stil. Er hing een raar sfeertje ... 


Allowed myself to indulge in the sadness of a final goodbye.
kurt D
Hey maat! 
Dit zijn mijn laatste woorden zoals ik tegen jou zou gepraat hebben. 
Eerst wil ik nog mijn innige deelneming betuigen aan jouw vriendin, toekomstig kindje, en aan jouw familie. 
Je smste me nog in januari om te vragen wanneer we nog eens samen gingen trainen, heb ik nu spijt maat dat ik pas in maart terug met trainen ben begonnen. JIJ hebt me sinds lange tijd nog eens een traan laten rollen door wat je hebt voorgehad, ik zat net in de auto toen ik het vernam. Jij noemde me altijd den beer van de schelde, maar op dat moment was ik maar héél klein. Jij wou mijn job doen als je niet koerste en ik andersom dat was waarschijnlijk onze klik waardoor we meteen met mekaar overeenkwamen. Je hebt mij nog eens doen beseffen dat ik moet genieten van het leven terwijl we leven!!! 
Ik zal u godverdomme missen kameraad, ook al zagen we mekaar zeer weinig. Ik vergeet zeker de momenten niet en u ook natuurlijk, ik zal mijn best doen, je kent mijn werk hé, om woensdag te komen en WIJ een laatste keer "jow" te zeggen!
Paske Meersschaut
I saw team mates and friends of Wouter in tears crossing the finish line in a group . as a team , as a group , as a family , just like the family member , brother , team mate you always were for them . I cried too , its hard not to if you saw those images ...
Benny Impens
De tranen sprongen in mijn ogen bij het overschrijden van de finish, gaan u missen s'morgens langs de schelde.


I live with death. We all do. Some of us are just more aware of it…
Dana Champion de Crespigny
I’m sure if there is a decent place to ride up there, you will find it,
and by decent I mean impossible for the mere mortal

Ischa Dassen          
Daar hoog boven de wolken, zal hij nu rondfietsen…
Wim Christiaen
Wouter, het ga je goed in je eeuwige ronde..veel sterkte en moed aan al die hem lief was...
Dirk De Luxe Hart
rest in peace Wouter- may the wind be always at your back



De Roeck Dominique
Like a sunset 
Dying with the rising of the moon 
Gone too soon

Friday, May 20, 2011

Slow Living


Visited the Souk. Nothing romantic about it. It’s downtown and dirty. 

Strolled around and absorbed the atmosphere. Sat outside a teashop, 
on the stool normally occupied by the shopowner. Drank my tea and watched the world go by. 

Narrow alley.  Observed the taylor behind his old-fashioned sewing machine. 
He allowed me to take a picture. Maybe coz he’s young. 




















The teashop owner did not want his picture taken, but allowed me one of the kettles. 

Later on had an omelette-roll. You don’t have to escape the rat race here. There is no race. Slow living at its best. Can’t imagine heart-attacks and hypertension being high on the list of medical problems. Bought some Indian/Pakistani sweets (desserts) – coconut and condensed milk – that’s what it tasted like. Heavenly. 

In ‘Kashmir Fabrics’ I indulged myself in the spectacle of colour. 

The young man selling oud and frankincense also didn’t mind me taking his picture. 


I always ask. Half the time they say no. The other half is what makes it worth it. I don’t ask any Saudis. They’re pretty unapproachable. I thought to myself, this is as authentic as it gets. 

How many people in the ‘outside world’ ever get to experience this? Very few. I consider myself blessed. 

Only the trained eye will find what is essential. Actually, it is romantic after all.