The Vacations 1

Few days ago I returned from my trip to the USA. I was planning to write a detailed report about this wonderful experience. And even wrote the draft.  But looks like it is too boring and I am far from a storyteller-novelist, so I chose to show my sketches and tell short stories. If anybody is interested, I will maybe go into details.

Meanwhile, my first sketch. It reminds me the day of my departure. I was half way to the airport when realized that I forgot my drivers license (I planned to do a lot of driving in the States). The taxi drove me back home, then returned to the airport, when I was 100% sure I would miss my flight.
The flight was 4 hours delayed.
And yes, I had time to draw the bar counter in the airport.

And I had 10 hours more during the flight to draw the next sketch, Provence landscape.

I landed in New York JFK and next day I was walking Manhattan.
Manhattan. This island is a high voltage battery. I do not know how it works, but it gives you energy to run all around the place with no rest.
I have a Manhattan travel guide with me. And I wander around, looking into my book at times. I have never been strong in the tourism business: I can not listen to the guide for more then 5 minutes, I never remember the dates and dimensions of monuments, group walking makes me crazy as bird, locked in a cage.






I do it differently. Listening. Watching. Breathing. Manhattan is amazing. It smells of expensive perfume, cars exhausts, sausages, Chinese and Indian spices, green trees, wind, ocean, its flavor is unique. Sounds ... Horns of nervous taxi drivers, subway noise, conversations in all languages of the world, music from the parks, laughter and cameras clicks. 

This well-organized chaos fascinates me, and I keep walking, forgetting to eat and relax and return to my place when it is already dark, ready to walk and walk and walk non stop...