...art is a by-product of the experience of being with yourself, of living within patience. -- Robert Beer


Cold Ubud

I’m in Ubud now. It was cold when I came yesterday afternoon. I felt freezing although sun was bright.

I felt like going pale white standing by the blue swimming pool in front of my room. I wore thicker top and jeans (and had pashmina on the left hand) when went to have dinner in the evening.

In the background is clipping from ad newspaper about places I often went: Indian Delites (Indian resto), Jazz Café, and Café des Artistes.

Indonesia is celebrating its Independence Day in August and Ubud will hold Ubud Writers and Readers Festival in September.

It’s all about Ubud.

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