Nor quite seven either. But it’s almost seven.
I suppose I could have gone out and caught a clock at exactly 7 o’clock but it was much more fun to look at all the clocks in my archive. The closest I came to 7 o’clock was half past six (or “half seven”) on the face of the Uhrtürmlein in Frankfurt
and three minutes to seven in Bourg-en-Bresse at the con-cathedral Notre Dame.
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When I was cycling through the strawberry fields this spring, I noticed the porta-a-potties for the workers. “I am partly made out of recycled fishing nets” was written on it. I was impressed enough to stop and take a photo. Then in summer we were … Continue reading The Recycle Circle
Maybe we should have stayed ashore but we had already paid (!) and we had a very excited child with us to looking forward to a boat ride. It was an interesting boat rid, choppy, wet (from above and the front) but it was also memorable.
Double-dipped for I’m a fan of … and Water, Water Everywhere
Three tourists rossing the canal of the Bassa (the river is called Têt but the part flowing through central Perpignan is called canal de Basse in French, Bassa in Catalan). Three chimney outlets on a typical south of France chimney. Thursday Trios
Sometimes you hit a wall and you conclude that there is no way this way. Double-dipping for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Wall and FOWC with Fandango: Conclude
from France. Argelès-sur-mer, near Perpignan, to be precise. Monday Window
I know that gulls have not the best reputation yet I have no bad experience with them. I watched out for them at the French Mediterranean coast. They just watched. Didn’t even watch me, just watched in general. Then I tried to remember my encounters … Continue reading I’m a Fan of Gulls
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