Calcutta, the seventieth day,

I’ve been neglecting reflection to observe the city, being led by its current pace; first crossing the public and private golf and cricket fields, then searching for an invisible fort of the eighteenth century and finally wandering through the "Indian museum".

This was an interesting experience of a livelihood intact attempt of Western culture in India.

Only extraordinary material, and if not, the daily in extraordinary dimension, much like when trying to impress the children. Thus we can see flies and mosquitoes magnified a hundred times or the respiratory system of a cobra ripped in formalin, but also a stuffed penguin, kangaroos or ostriches, a black swan and the skeleton of his chick still in the egg, as a chameleon in a jar once filled with formalin. "It lost its tail in some accident" also announced the legend of a stuffed skate ray!
I've visited some auction houses in search of "vestiges of a past that no longer is". "The things talk to us if we know how to listen to them, "said Barbara, but now flowered velvet sofas had little to say to me and suddenly a small "Cubist" shelf was perhaps telling a story to this mahogany console upside down in a corner.