Love “Its the winged nude. Of Eros, the greek God of Love”, my friend hollers into my ear. Beating a blaring siren.
His Roman counterpart called Cupid occupies more mindshare in the modern mind. That is another story for another time.
In a while I dig deep into our muffins and coffee. I look at Eros. He seems to leap out of the Shaftesbury memorial fountain in Piccadilly Circus in London.
The world needs some love, I think.
And then, much later, the internet tells me that the statue is not Eros afterall, but his brother Anteros. Anteros was “The God of requited love, literally "Love returned” or “counter-love” and also the punisher of those who scorn love and the advances of others..“. Quite a job, I think!
I chanced upon this photograph from my archives today. A coincidence, considering its Valentines day.
He must have a busy day, going about his tasks, I tell myself and smile.
And then I look up the immortal works of the magical Kahlil Gibran. "Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself”. Ah. Love well. Happy Valentines Day! #travel #traveller #instatravel #instapassport #blogger #travelblogger #blogging #travelinsights #traveladdict #traveltheworld #London #UK #Londonwalk #lategram #valentine #valentinesday (at Picadilly Circus – London)