Article Source: antimuseum.com
When I think of “solitude“, I think of our beautiful mountains in the Pyrenees. The chair I sit in and from which I look at the top of the mountains where I do mountain biking. There’s no one there. Just bears. And even so.
The lakes, the vista. Peace. A break from the Big City.
The stunning landscapes (here from the Spanish side).
Peace. Green peace. Pure beauty.