Reine 1/undefined by Tripoto


Ishita Desai
We reached Reine; the one village whose pictures I had seen and had instantly made up mind that I wouldn’t stay anywhere but here. When I stood at the bridge from where Reine is most photographed, I stood speechless. The mountain scape was silhouetted against the golden yellow sky of midnight sun and stood towering over the village and the placid waters of the sea. We strolled on the bridge unwilling to leave the place any sooner. It was thirty minutes past one in the morning.