This is the stupidest reason ever for not blogging: just listen to this...
While opening a tin of food for my dogs last night I cut my finger quite badly so it is now swathed in a thick bandage and it's long, slow and a little painful to type..
(The good side is that I've been let off the gardening this weekend. )
I'll hopefully be back next week. Wishing you all a very enjoyable weekend.
This is the Clocher de la Tour Rusca from the Quai des Etats-Unis. The Clocher is the bell tower of an old Benedictine convent and is a landmark in the old town..
Last Autumn at Parc Phoenix I looked around an exhibition called The Invaders featuring the indigenous plant and animal wildlife that's been put at risk by the invasion of vigorous strains from elsewhere. The mimosa was one of them. Because it's a particularly resistant tree it takes hold in the dry conditions here and thrives thus marginalising more fragile plants. To the west of Cannes in the Tanneron there are forests of Mimosa gloriously yellow in the late Winter sunshine complete with notices warning not to pick; they're reserved for florists.
On the opposite side of the road to the Opera house is..Opera Plage, a public beach. The young couple under the sign were heading for the beach to eat their breakfast after a night's clubbing, exactly what my daughter and her friends used to do in the Summer.
Following the demise of my much loved screen, I'm using a laptop...with a dicey screen. Maybe it's me...
Doctors and health advisers are constantly exhorting us to cut down our fat and cut out sugar and salt so what's a girl to think when faced with this array of salts from the four corners of the globe containing, well, everything from cranberries to oregano to lavender. Being completely devoid of any self control I cracked and bought one tube of the Himalayan which will look very pretty on my table..
The Cours Saleya has three lovely archways that open onto a sublime view of the promenade, the palm trees and the Mediterranean and in all of them the eye is distracted by all the paraphenalia of urban life: the concrete bollards, the traffic lights, the information panel. I understand why these things have to be there I just don't understand why they have to be so ugly....
(The Victorians would have done it better)
Visit the world's skies over at the Sky Watch site..
Another of the produce stalls; the goat's cheese seller. As it was impossible to fade into the crowd (there wasn't one) I asked the seller if I could take a photo so she nodded yes...and posed. I didn't have a diplomatic way of explaining that she wasn't actually needed so I took her photo then the one I really wanted..the cheese. I bought the ones on the bottom right and they were delicious.
At the weekend dear Maria from Let The Good Times Roll gave me a very pretty award which I'm totally unable to copy here. I've had copying issues since I changed my computer..Thank you, Maria.
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