Dear Visitor

There are so many places I will ever see only through your eyes. Thank you for sharing your wonderful views.

100 years ago Rabindranath Tagore wrote:

"Who are you, reader, reading my poems a hundred years hence?

I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.

Open your doors and look abroad.

From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.

In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years."

We've changed the world a bit, Mr. Tagore, so we can share our window views today.

Only one is still the same and will unchanged remain,

"...the joy of an early spring morning."