After enjoying much of the splendors that Bali had to offer, I knew that I wanted to buy a painting while I was in Bali in order to commemorate my trip. 

The guy who sold it to me insisted that it is an original painting, but when I went to the Ubud art market afterwards, I discovered that there were about fifty or so exact copies of that painting. 

I bought what is basically the “live, laugh, love” poster of girls who have gone to Bali.

But I still like it.

I bought the painting because it reminded me of myself: her strong nose, full lips, the eccentric way she is clasping her hands, and the way that she is staring off into space, lost in thought. Some of them were in black and white but the one that I chose was in full color, looking kaleidoscopic to me.

Once I’d gotten my fill of the Ubud Art Market, I walked across the street to the temple and looked around. It was like a beautiful public garden.

It’s not everyday that you get to casually walk up to a temple by crossing a busy street.

Later, we stopped by a market that sold inexpensive clothes and I bought several red sundresses, so while I don’t have original artwork, I am ready to run with the bulls in Pamplona.

All and all, we had a very art-filled day. 

The Tragic Queen,

Raquel

P.S.: Check out my languid first day in The Island of the Gods