One of my favourite reflection views in town :)
“By three methods we may learn wisdom:
First, by reflection, which is noblest;
Second, by imitation, which is easiest;
and third by experience, which is the bitterest.”
~Confucius~
One of my favourite reflection views in town :)
“By three methods we may learn wisdom:
First, by reflection, which is noblest;
Second, by imitation, which is easiest;
and third by experience, which is the bitterest.”
~Confucius~
Last Sunday I had my first outdoors “fika” this year…
Tea and a cupcake at the café in our Museum Park.
”Fika” in Swedish means a coffee/tea break – besides the hot drink of your choice it also usually includes something to nibble on. Traditionally something sweet…
If no cake, perhaps a piece of chocolate?
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Find more temptations here:
Friday My Town Shoot Out – Sweet Tooth
One of many old factory buildings along the river.
Borås was founded on textile industry.
For Ruby Tuesday
Photo taken from this footbridge over the railway:
First time this year that I climbed it!
One of my “spring things” to do…
The Friday My Town Shoout Out theme of the week is: The Letter Your Town Begins With.
One B-word it’s hard to avoid in Borås is BRIDGES.
Besides the river running through town, there are also railways and motorways to contribute to the intricate maze of how to get from one place to another.
Going into town, I have to cross at least one bridge over the railway, one bridge over the river, and one underpass under the motorway.
The railway has to cross the river, too.
Where I live now, I can choose from a few different ways to walk into town so need not always go the same way.
There are four footbridges leading to/from the Town Park, which is situated on a peninsula.
The sculpture Bodhi by Fredrik Wretman
See what roads others have chosen to take this initial letter theme at Friday My Town Shoot Out.
Behind the Old Mill (see previous post) there is an island in the river, and if you walk across that island, you come to the “untamed” part of the river:
{*Moulin Rouge [mu.lɛ̃ ʁuʒ], French for Red Mill, a cabaret in Paris, France.}
This old mill is found in the village where my parents lived in their retirement years (and before them, back in my childhood, my grandparents). These photos are from Easter, when my brother and I went for a walk there. As you can see, there was quite a bit of ice in the river – probably still is. Even though the sun has kept on shining, the nights are still cold with temperatures well below zero.
For Ruby Tuesday
Collage of some shots I took of the many various bookshelves in my parents’ old house… Which we still have not emptied (neither the bookshelves nor the house). Anyone out there who wants want to buy a complete Swedish library??
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