I ran accross this lovely window in one of our safari's.It was during our safari in Heybeli Island.The island is very well known with its warm atmosphere.Is also known as the island of writers as many of them have their residences here.
Old buildings, a tiny lovely church , some old style shops, people riding their bikes , smiling coachers on their glamorous phaetons, cute delicatessen shops and lots of other great details like these.
But what striked my attention was this genuine window.Those plastic flowers killed me..Such a naive decoration feeling!And those pots, so regularly positioned pots , ain't them unbelieveable?I can imagine the jam , I can smell the mommy odor , the wellbeing from 1 km apart!I remember of the sunny sundays, long family breakfasts, picnics, our playground, the gossip addicted neighbour and I'm grabbed in an intense nostalgia effect.
Miss those days, with all their naivite!
