This shiny, happy post-modern cherub was spotted exactly six years ago sharing the love at a small restaurant at the edge of a municipal parking lot in Piran, Slovenia, the one thousand-plus year old Adriatic seaside town that gave its name to his blog and me to the world. I’ll be visiting this evening for an event at the city’s municipal gallery (here’s a link to a post from one of the venue’s first post-renovation exhibits in 2012), and found the numerological coincidence of note, and even mildly entertaining. (Yes, I realize I’m probably the only one.)
I haven’t been there in over a year and look forward to every visit, even if it lasts for just for a few hours. And even if the forecast calls for lots of rain.
By the way, Oscar Wilde would have been 161 today, one of the many who was taken from us much too soon. Below is a 96-second slideshow I pieced together from photos I took at his grave at the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris in March 2011. It’s since been cleaned up and covered to prevent others from leaving their mark. I’m not sure Wilde would have approved.