“…. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers….”–Baudelaire
I have an active imagination. And maybe I’m just a little nosy. That’s why I love windows,
especially at night when the lights are on so I can really see in. Best of all, I love it when there’s a party going on inside and music floats out the window into the street. What’s the occasion for the party–a birthday, a holiday, a casual gathering for no particular reason at all? Are the people young, old, happy? What are they wearing? What’s the topic of conversation? Don’t worry, you won’t find me peering in at you during the night, unless your party looks irresistible. Then I’ll probably knock at the door and invite myself in.
The best window-peeping is in big cities and in old cities where you walk on the sidewalk
right up next to the windows. In really tiny medieval villages, you may look through a window and find yourself only a few feet from a family as they sit down to dinner. You may hear a fight. You may also find someone looking out the window wondering about you.
In Europe they put a lot more effort into their windows than we do in the U.S. For example, here are a few windows in France where windows come with piles of blooming flowers, fantastic shutters, and beautiful window displays that make you want to go in and make a purchase. In France, even the animals love their windows.