Colours and Constellations

If intoxication was a religion, Europe must have probably been the mecca of it. It is probably the weather along with all the various kinds and tastes and the looks of the elixir that makes it even more a must have for the people living here, and the ones visiting. Surely for someone who enjoys drinking in the limits, this place is heaven. I am probably (definitely) not the right person to tell you what kinds or types or tastes of wine or beer or rum or liquor you get here, but from a onlooker's perspective, and someone who wants to appreciate art and anything that adds to it, I would say that this place comes second to none. When you see a dimly lit corner bar with candles and a mug of beer and people laughing and chatting away to glory, against a street backdrop that has the trams going to and fro, or when you see a high ceiling restaurant in the night with a chandelier and mahogany sofas and tables with candles and rich red wine, and men in suits with one leg over the other and the soft music insulating the outside world from the ambience of the place, you just cannot help but look for a frame to click, since you cannot drink. It is a visually rich array of colors and constellations.

It can either be the guy at the junction with his guitar and a mic singing away on a 4 degree cold night on deserted street, with a beer at his legs and long hair locks flying all haywire, or the clinging of the bottles or the glasses in a bar when the home team scores a goal in a game of football, drinking is everywhere here. And it is similar to controlled aggression. I have definitely not seen in my short time anyone swaying on the streets, or someone begging just to have a gulp of beer for the night. It is strikingly simple tradition that speaks a universal language, and in this case, an artistic one too.