Signage: always looking at signage. Always photographing signage. I stood in the street for some time trying to read this. Strangely, it appears to be a branch or new incarnation of a shop I knew. A week after I took it, I looked at the image on my camera screen and could finally identify the first letter. Then it came into focus.
Curiously, I showed it to K and he went (aloud) through the same process of decipherment I had gone through. So probably I shouldn’t help anyone. It is Catalan, though.
That same day (a week ago last Friday), after the dentist, I went to the next town to meet K (who rushed off before the dentist got to me because he had a class) for lunch and a brief shop – I bought some fish (Dorada, Orada, it seems to be “Bream” in English?).
So here it is, being our second course on Saturday. Done in the fireplace. The best way. I seldom seem to remember to photograph both courses at the same meal.
The dogwoods/dog roses are out. It seems such a privilege.
I visited an unfamiliar supermarket, and found new packaging for a well-known, politically incorrect product…
It’s somewhat less worrying than it used to be, maybe. The caricature elements are less than they were.
A first course, with leftover gaspatxo, Monday…
and a different, white-rather-than-pink dog rose.
And Wednesday’s first course, with a tiny bit of left-over brandade accompanying the salad, so I remember that Tuesday‘s second course was in fact, brandade.
Too easily fascinated, I know – the exposed interior walls of the building that used to stand here in our market-town, sprayed with insulating material, but showing built-in cupboards &c. just wanted photographing.
All local views come from dogwalks. This always-attractive ruin is our neighbours’ former fassina where brandy and liqueurs could have been made.And the sky is the sky. (Photos are apt to come out crooked and ill-framed with two dogs on leads at the same time – taking those photos with one’s third hand gets a little tricky.)
But the sky is good, and the churchtower looks all right to me.And on the shelf that pretends it is supporting the “life sized” plywood A from a long-ago exhibition, to the little marquetry box from the Alhambra, and the slightly-melted glow-in-the-dark Virgin of Montserrat, K added the cylindrical box to the little globe, and I finally found a suitable support to hold it outside the box – a red-blood-cell shaped hotel soap from somewhere in France. So now we can look at the little historical-replica globe.
Except for crookeder or less-in-focus duplicates. This is a week’s-worth of photos. Doesn’t mean it was a typical week.
Chi? You have asked for more pictures of food!
- Laya Point Permaculture 2017–The Third Calligraphy Course: Historical & Modern Italic Scripts
- Summer at Saint-Antoine 2016, Part II–Trois Gothiques/Three Gothic Scripts
- Summer at Saint-Antoine 2016, Part I–Carolingian
- Laya Point Permaculture 2016–The Second Calligraphy Course: English and Catalan notarial scripts of the XIIII Century
- Summer at Saint-Antoine 2015, Part II–Celtic
Laya Point Permacult… on Laya Point Permaculture 2015… Laya Point Permacult… on Laya Point Permaculture 2016… Catanea on Laya Point Permaculture 2016… Riva on Laya Point Permaculture 2016… Laya Point Permacult… on Laya Point Permaculture 2015…