Travel theme: Behind

So who watched the eclipse over North America yesterday? Here in Ireland the only eclipse I saw was the sun completely disappearing behind a big old rain cloud.

To make up for the lack of solar showmanship, I went looking through my travel photos for things shrouded by something else, starting off with a partial view of Rome from behind the orange trees on the balcony of the apartment I was staying in.

Still in Rome, an extraordinary view of three nations, hidden behind one locked door. The only way to view it is through a tiny keyhole high up on the Aventine.

The man behind this mask is the Master of Ceremonies for the annual and ancient Festival of Following the Wren which takes place in Sandyford on the day after Christmas Day. (It’s also celebrated in other places around Ireland, most notably in Dingle).

Girl almost out of sight behind all the tulips at the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival.

Impromptu concert behind an archway on the High Line promenade in New York.

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❤ Ailsa

Every heart that has beat strongly and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind. – Robert Louis Stevenson

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. – James Joyce

About ailsapm

Hi there! I’m Ailsa Prideaux-Mooney. I’ve lived in many places, and travelled to many more. I had a lot of fun getting there and being there, wherever there happened to be at the time. I climbed a castle wall in Czesky Krumlov, abseiled down cliffs to go caving in the west of Ireland, slept on the beach in Paros, got chased by a swarm of bees in Vourvourou (ok that wasn’t fun, but it was exciting), learned flower arranging in Tokyo, found myself in the middle of a riot in Seoul, learned to snowboard in Salzburg, got lost in a labyrinth in Budapest and had my ice cream stolen by a gull in Cornwall. And I’m just getting started. If you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read so far, I’d love you to follow my travelogue - wheresmybackpack.com - and remember, anyone who tries to tell you it’s a small world hasn’t tried to see it all.

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