Catching up with Снегурочка & сварливый человек , encounter with Mr.D'souza

Well it was as usual, a warm bear hug, genuine and happy.

I liked the expressions of his face though, and my Снегурочка happy and cheerful as usual . it always is a nice feeling when you meet old friends , well literally old friends .

I had the much deserved break after some serious biking and it felt great to have both Andy & Elena for company.
It was the ideal break without a care in the world , swimming in the beach, smoking Loco, having little conversation & arguments and taking my vengeance on them with my " Magical " cooking skills, i have to say a vacation cant be better than this .

The roads in Goa are really pretty good , long & winding stretched here and there gives you as nice feel especially if you are in the off tourist areas or driving at off tourist times .

An afternoon siesta with a heavy fish curry Thali lunch backing us up was a welcome break from all the junk food i had been eating during my travel , and old panjim’s lazy looking streets were a delight to walk off the afternoon heat.

All of us were walking together on the old roads of uptown panjim when on the way we came across a waft of music , and we were drawn closer to the tune of a violin .
As we just drift by windering as to where is this mellow tone coming from we notice that Снегурочка disappears, god knows where ? just to emerge out of Mr.D'Silva's house reckoning me and Andy to follow suit .

The house was quiet old and gave fodder to me and Andy for our animated discussions about old houses in goa .
An old gentleman dressed in impeccable formals what a sight, Big spectacles and aged beautiful eyes , as we walked into his study i felt that i am entering a place where time must move very slowly.

His was a wonderful story , Born in Macau or i think it was Singapore , he worked 20 odd years in Brazil as a professor of fine arts, He claimed to have a lineage in the Goan Portuguese aristocracy , and his " Great " grandfather was the First chief justice of old Portuguese Goa .

His violin was magical, turning out tunes that were so bare and so strong that it was no wonder it touched me, as if calling out to an emotion hidden deep inside , soaking this is we move on & bid him adieu with smiles on our faces brought out by a bliss of music.

Nice little place, i wanted to visit old Goa and do some serious photography of the old houses & that architecture , but maybe some other time .

Well I am lazing around a bit here now, drifting lazily , drunk and happy , will write more about all this sometime later

See ya .