
The building of the European Central Bank in Frankfurt am Main, Germany.
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Once upon a time we lived in South Africa in a quiet cul-de-sac. It was a new development so there weren’t any high walls just see through fences. No shrubs and large trees as yet, everything was open and we often met and socialised with the neighbours. In the gardens there were many colourful annuals and bi-annuals on display, with a preponderance of phlox. Hence our pet name for our street. If you get the reference I’ve just aged myself.
This incident deserves a few words more than six, sorry about that. It happened in the south of France a couple of weeks ago. While my lazy family were rolling over in their hotels beds I went on a hike to an old watch tower up on a hill. I followed the road, verified on google maps and komoot. Half way up the hill the road was blocked for cars due to the fire hazard because of the hot, dry weather. Fair enough but this added about an hour to my originally planned hike and I started to accept the idea that I might not go all the way. I parked the car and started.
I soon came across signs that said “private road” and “no access” but I trusted the maps and went on. There was a house nestled amongst the trees. And then a pack of dogs came running towards me. Admittedly, two of them were old, slow and overweight but the three others came pounding at me at high speed, barking loudly. One nipped my hip and I needed no more convincing.
I turned around. It took me half an hour to reach my car, closely guarded by the black dog who had made contact. He wasn’t threatening, not really, but he was there and accompanied me to the parking area.
I never reached the Tour de la Massane.
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Native to Southern Africa I found one (sic!) in the South of France. I like the way the bulbine frutescens looks, I like its common name in German even more: Katzenschwanzblume = cat’s tail flower.
For FOTD and Floral Friday
Double-dipping for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Cracked and FOWC with Fandango: Unexpected
we ever had with our live trap, aka mouse cage.

Bought when our cat, Henry, was still young and brought live mice in the house and sometimes they got away. We usually caught and released them but one was elusive. So we bought this trap. The only mouse that ever ventured inside was the Gruffalo mouse.
Nowadays Henry eats the mice he catches. Except for the green wobbly bit. (if you’ve ever read Pratchett’s The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents you know what I mean).