I caught myself using this word today, must be too much watching Divine Design on the HGTV network..but it led me to thinking,
What do you consider about a place to be Divine?
Is it the way it looks, smells, feels, how you felt or who you were with?
Did it make you want to return or to just hold on to that memory of a divine time?
Want to share?

Divine is how I thought of Ravello, Italy, a small town nestled in the hills of the Amalfi Coast. There was a sense of graceful elegance and serenity to it. And yet there was nothing of "Stand back, I am too grand for you!"

Ravello had a warm feel to it and we lingered there for quite some time. I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay and sit in the lovely parks and soak up the views (and, if truth be known, spend some more time in that lovely pottery shop with the courtyard at the edge of the town...).

Divine? - another name for for the Mourne Mountains in Ireland.

I agree with you on Ravello DLN, right down to the pottery store at the end. It sounds like you had an identical experince to ours.

Steve

Divine is the only word to describe driving around Connemara on a warm, sunny day, with a crisp wind blowing in from the Atlantic, and watching the clouds race across the endless sky. The smell of the sea and the rich peat; the far-off screech of the sea-birds and the braying donkey beside the road.

Divine is being in the Italian Dolomites, in the early morning, and finding a lake so still and cool that there is a perfect reflection of the majestic mountains. The smell of green pine and freshness of the mountain air.

Lovely thread Scarlett

regards Ger

'Divine is anywhere new that is pleasant, be it the friends, landscape, the fragrance. Ain't life divine?

Whew...for a minute there, I thought you were talking about that scary person in John Waters' <i>Pink Flamingos</i>.

To me, being with someone I love -- especially if it's that early-stage-head-over-heels kind of love as it was on my last trip to Europe -- can make even the mundane divine.

Capo, you're right about that--any place when you're in love is divine. I'm so glad I'm going to a divine place like Paris this fall with my handsome hubby!

Divine...R.I.P.

Oooh, Mimi, wasn't Divine something? Now that's one tough act to follow...

I hadn't known that she...er, I mean he...died.

Divine, (Harris Glenn Milstead) died in L.A, in 1988.

Ah, my old friends Divine~
Today brought a Divine memory-my daughter is talking about going back to Paris..then dln is going in the fall..which all brought back that memory of the first time of everything!
The first time I took a train to Paris. The first Parisian cab ride. The sight of Notre Dame from the Ille St Louis, the taste of my first glass of table wine...Divine~
Now my daughter is doing it...yep, Divine

Divine, oh my....let me think.

Venezia in the very early a.m., whilst having San Marco Piazza all to myself.

Or is it wandering her many alleys, campos, and canals in the early day or late night with my DH at my side? Of course, we have to encounter a cat or two.

Yes, that one word...Venezia...is divine.

Nice thread Ms. Scarlett.