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Pier 21 in Galveston, Texas.
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I really spent more time on this then I planned. I kind of fell down a rabbit hole and couldn't stop ..;) Here's some info which pretty much covers it, Tourist Trap ..;)
Pier 21 is a waterfront entertainment and dining area located on Galveston’s historic harbor in The Historic Strand Seaport Area. Pier 21 offers a variety of attractions, restaurants, and lodging at the pier’s exclusive hotel and marina, Harbor House Hotel and Marina at Pier 21. Mitchell Historic Properties owns and preserves approximately one-fourth of the buildings in The Historic Strand Seaport Area including Pier 21.
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Body: eBODY - REBORN - Wear to unpack
Head: LeLUTKA Kaya Head
OUTFIT:
Ada outfit By Blackbird Lace
HAIR:
FAGA - Maia Hairstyle - [ESSENTIAL PACK]
ACCESSORIES:
NECKLACE:
- Secrets - Diamonds Necklace - Gold - Boxed -
MUG:
*Tentacio* If you want me. Drink
In my yard, SW Scotland
It's here - First snow of 2017
(Snowed in, today - and tomorrow.)
WINTER: 21 December, 2016 - 19 March, 2017
Lede 19-11-2017
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Después de perderme toda la mañana por estos barrios y sin haber llegado a conocer más que una pequeña parte, el cuerpo me pidió una pausa. Ya no soy joven —o al menos no tanto como para ignorar el cansancio— y decidí parar a comer. No tengo muy claro dónde acaba Balat y dónde empieza Fener; supongo que ya estaba en Fener, pero bien podría haber sido todavía Balat. Lo cierto es que el lugar donde me senté parecía sacado de un rincón secreto del alma del barrio: una pequeña terraza escondida, con suelo de baldosas en blanco y negro, mesas de madera gastada, plantas por todas partes y el silencio justo para escuchar mis propios pensamientos. Sin pretensiones, pero con ese encanto auténtico que no se puede fingir. Me senté junto a una ventana con macetas y flores, rodeado de muros viejos y vida nueva. La comida era sencilla, el café —como era de esperar— excelente. Pero lo mejor fue la pausa: sentarse, mirar, respirar. Y sentir que por un instante uno pertenece a Estambul, como si ella misma te adoptara en silencio.
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After wandering all morning through these neighborhoods and barely scratching the surface, my body demanded a pause. I’m no longer young —or at least not young enough to ignore tiredness— so I decided to stop for lunch. I’m not quite sure where Balat ends and Fener begins; I’d say I was already in Fener, but it could just as well have still been Balat. What I do know is that the place I sat in felt like a secret corner of the neighborhood’s soul: a tiny hidden terrace, with black-and-white tiles, worn wooden tables, plants everywhere, and just enough silence to hear my own thoughts. Unpretentious, but with that unmistakable charm that can’t be faked. I sat by a window with flower pots, surrounded by old walls and new life. The food was simple, the coffee —as expected— excellent. But the best part was the pause: to sit, to look, to breathe. And to feel, if only for a moment, that you belong to Istanbul —as if she herself had quietly taken you in.
“In the contemplative life one imagines that one would spend all the time absorbed in contemplation, but alas this is not the case. There are always innumerable things to be done and obstacles to getting them done, and large and small troubles” (3.13.64 HGL 39).
-The Hidden Ground of Love: The Letters of Thomas Merton on Religious Experience and Social Concerns