Who would have thought I go and see the little prince museum and there you go I did.
You pay your money, walk through the gate and voila you are in France. Chalet, music, surrounds and all. And many giggling girls jumping of joy in groups with selfie sticks.
I learned for the first time about the man behind the book who wrote many books and did not live to see the sucess of the last book 'The little prince'
This book seams was his personal story of growing up privileged , a thinker and philosopher and always trying to find a meaningful place in the world for himself. He dreamed and searched till to the end it seamed .
It felt to me before he crashed with his plane he had come to the understanding that you can not see the truth nor hear it . Freedom and truth of living is felt in the heart.
Happy for him that writing the book (the child within him) helped him see. He was born 1day before my bday. Also a sensitive, thoughtful and inquiring cancerian by the looks of it.
The little princes surrounded by women as he was as a grown up
Can't live without selfie sticks
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The Rose which seamed to symbolise his love for France
His childhood home
The chalet he grew up in
Sometimes a split happens , find where it happened and repair it
Leaving the Libary of information