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I could not see a single soul in this forsaken town. The streets were all empty.
I entered the house on my left. A strong stench of mould hit my sinuses. Vines were growing from the wall making the room several degrees more humid than outside. The interiors were in disarray; furniture covered with a thin layer of dust and cobwebs hung from the corners. I inspected the adjacent houses as well. All were in a similar state. These houses were not just unoccupied, rather abandoned as well, as if one morning everyone just packed their bags and left.
I ambled through the deserted streets to arrive at the town square. There was no sign of civilization. No strays, no trash. Even the wind felt subdued. Occasionally, a faint sound of a door banging crept through the sinister silence. It was bizarre. The legend goes that this town was haunted. They said a lone ghost walked on the streets in broad daylight. I know I should have been afraid, but I was too curious to care about fear.
Scary how it may seem, there was a charm to such an eerie silence. The silence made this place surreal and almost idyllic. I was the only soul within the town’s boundaries. This forsaken town belonged to me.
This image was clicked in Giverny, France. Claude Monet, the famous impressionist painter, lived here. Visiting his garden, which was the inspiration of his water lily series, was comparable to walking into a painting. If you are visiting Normandy from Paris, make a stop here.
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