Sans Souci . Without worry. It's an expression that sums up the French way of life that bans the concerns and emphasizes the pleasures of a peaceful life. It is an invitation to "live with the sun in front and sing happily," as an old song brought into vogue by the tenor Ferruccio Tagliavini. But it is possible to live in a world that has become so hectic and alienating or is it just a utopia? The good news is that you can. Yes, there are still places in the civilized world, where man is not complicit in the dehumanization or slave clock. The islands Mauritius is one of these places. I confess that I am the shelter where I willingly move - arms, baggage, family and pets - when I announced the imminent end of the world. Yes, I would choose to wait at the Tropic of Capricorn. In fact, it would be fairer to call it Tropic of Dreams. Here, in fact, dreams come true. I wish the wait dell'irreparabile was comforted by the sound of the surf waves of a sea-changing pastel colors and fragrance of vanilla, banana, frangipani and spices that excites the senses. I wish that the sun penetrates my bones and generous with his blows my remains were buried in the enchanted gardens of this Eden. I would like the awareness the profound harmony that binds the microcosm to macrocosm precede the time of posting.
In 1841, at the age of twenty, Charles Baudelaire landed in Saint-Louis, the capital of Mauritius, where he spent nineteen days. So enough for him to fall in love with the place, which he called "the ground and kissed the fragrant caress of the sun", especially a woman who embodied in his eyes all the charm of the eternal feminine exotic. The poet was indeed impressed by the wife of Creole Autard de Bragard during a walk in the botanical garden of Pamplemousse and in his honor composed a famous poem: A une dame créole e. For Baudelaire, the island was éblouissante Maurice, meaning "dazzling." It is this effect that is still a lot of visitors. Dazzles and makes them lose their orientation. It is as if here the theory of relativity Einstein finds daily application. The space-time continuum opens up new perspectives on the mind and opens the doors of the heart. Particularly sensitive and creative souls. Baudelaire is not the only writer who was fascinated magic set in the Indian Ocean island, a place that the local poet Yusuf Kadel has likened to "a cachet thrown into a glass of sparkling water." Two other great literature had the good fortune to land as soon as romantic and adventurous. One is Joseph Conrad. The Polish-British writer made a stop in Port Louis in 1888. Otago was the commander of the ship, flying the Australian flag and had on board a cargo of sugar, but there were no sacks and, therefore, Conrad was forced to stop for two months. Constraint was never more pleasurable. He was inspired to write the story A bit of luck, then inserted in the book between land and sea. The infatuation of Conrad for Mauritius is summarized in this definition: "the pearl of the distilling much sweetness upon the world." The other Visitors are Mark Twain, which happened almost by accident here since fleeing from his creditors. "God created Mauritius and then the Garden of Eden" has left wrote in Following the Equator .
The motto of Mauritius: Stella Maris Clavique Indices, which means "star and Key Indian Ocean. " Prior to the opening of the Suez Canal was in fact a reference point on the routes to India. Today it is not the key to the trade but it remains a major star of refined tourism. The stars are still pregnant with one of his traits. At night, the sky above the island is covered with lights and you get the feeling that the stars palpitino love. The nights turn the place into a highly imaginative dance hall. But it is reminiscent of the Sega - the combination of music and dance originated in the typical sugar cane plantations of Mauritius - to tickle the ears. And pop the kiss the stars to the Earth. It is the resonance of coaxing that the moon casts on the sea, whose waves gently arches like a cat in heat. There is no beach, Mauritius, and at night do not know how to tell stories about sailing ships and shipwrecks, but also kept in the hollow of the ancient sagas shells. By day, however, these ivory hued beach resorts are an oasis that will leave you breathless. It is worth at least once in their life, walking barefoot on the shore of Flic en Flac, the beach of coconut palms. O in Belle Mare, bordered by green trees and Casuaria Mont Choisy. Depths of coral and pearl give to those who love diving spectacular performances. But the white beach that I keep in the treasure chest of memories is the Deer Island. It is an emerald lagoon of unparalleled beauty. It is the liturgical place where you would like to merge with the waters and turn smoothly. That flow into the vortex of the primordial element.
Mauritian writer Jean Paul Toulet called his homeland "a garden that the Lord would lay on the waters, the place where he sings the sea and the birds rest." Needless to say, is a green gem set in a sapphire sea with pockets and streaks virenti. The interior is no less fascinating account of his ribs. Its vegetation is lush, with palms, bougainvillea, hibiscus, banana trees and many other tropical varieties, but also forests crossed by streams and rivers, thundering waterfalls of crystal clear water as Rochesteer and Tamarind Falls, slopes of mountains, extinct volcanoes immense crater as the Trou au Cerfs, natural parks such as the Plaine Champagne and unique places in the world as the "colored earth" Chamarel, with its shades in seven different grades that vary in intensity depending on the incidence of light. That Mauritius is a unique collection, which intoxicates and moves. And, above all else, to reconnect the man to the gods.
do not know if there is another place in the world more ecumenical and conciliatory spirit of Mauritius, where ethnic groups live together in peace and cultures, in addition to many different religions. Here, faith is a gift and not the effect of coercion. Religion is in some way influenced by pantheism. God is expressed through Nature, which does not belong to anyone. Located in the heart of Grand Bassin, a sacred lake for Hindus every year, between February and March, go there to worship Shiva, who is believed to have combined the waters of this basin with those of the Ganges. It is a much more evocative of so many sacred places that I visited in India. Half of the confession is of Mauritian Hindus, followed by Christians (28%) and Muslims (17%). On the island, there are Christian churches, pagodas, and even flies. From this point of view is the kingdom of Utopia and brotherhood. I do not know how long. In any case, no one can doubt that the miracle is real.
Of Mauritians hit me the kindness, gentleness, thoughtfulness. Sans Souci. So living in their coriander that God has thrown in the ocean at a time of joy. Of this, it seems to be aware of. The melting pot of races peaceful resists wear and changing times. Not only that. Can adapt very well to market demand. Woe to think of the Mauritians are simpletons dedicated only to fishing and the cultivation of sugar cane. During my stay in the island I made an amazing discovery. Mauritius is the largest outlet in the world. Here, they are born and thrive activities textile manufacturing for third parties, so you can stock up on designer clothing at low prices. Since 1970, the year when Mauritius became a free zone offering tax and customs advantages to foreign investors, the island experienced a boom that extends beyond the economic benefits of tourism. Today, Mauritius is the world's leading exporter of mesh and the textile industry has surpassed the sugar. However, the free ride may end because other countries such as Mozambique and Madagascar seem to have understood the hint and get ready to compete with the Mauritians. What to add? "Pena problem." "No problem", he says, a smile, a street vendor I gave false Polo Ralph Lauren which are not felt the need. "Li bon," I said in Creole. "Okay." Even in Paradise winks fashion.
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