Again, Again

French portests in town, I think it had something to do with the National Health System and the French predilection for complaining. Nantes (44).

When I saw this being painted, I thought it was Santa and a reindeer (honestly, who has arms like that?). Nantes (44).

Sunday AM bird watching. Paimboeuf (44).

A pump house. La Martiniere (44).

Technical Issues

I haven't posted in a while because the internet never actually seems to work when I am home or at a reasonable hour, so it has been a while. Herewith more photos.

What a girl, a camera, and an empty apartment can get up to when bored.

I was having fun with café signs, as you might see. I like the name. Nantes (44).

Power, corruption, and lies. Indeed. Nantes (44).

Polytech, this is 11 AM and you still can't see the sun. Nantes (44).

The sweet gatehouse near my apartment. Nantes (44).

Better late than never

Am quite efficiently running out of subject matter. Am also struggling against the lack of sunlight, as I essentially don't see the light of day on Tuesdays or Wednesdays. But I toil on. Enjoy, more to follow in (somewhat) hot pursuit.


Picturesque sausages for sale, marché Petite Hollande, Nantes.

Café Pop? Is that like coca-cola blak? Coffee and soda?

We did win didn't we?

Look deep into the eyes of the manta ray. What do you see?

Across the sleeve

In French, the word for the English channel is "La Manche," which my students, of course, thought would translate as "The Sleeve." I spent the weekend just across the sleeve, on the sleeve, in fact, at our house in West Sussex. A number of photos for only a few days, but I couldn't resist, I needed the change in subject matter.


The frogs have still got a lot to learn from us, Nyetimber, UK.


A crab apple tree laden with fruit, Chichester, UK.


Even the English can enjoy the sea on an October day, Pagham Beach, UK.


Sunday morning fisherman, Pagham Beach, UK.


At least the neighbours aren't fans of such outright godwottery! Stedham, UK.

New editions

A new take on "soupe a l'oignon," onion soup, busway bench, Nantes.

"lls ont des chapeaux ronds..." apparently it is a Breton song, Hotel Dieu, Nantes.

My window, reflecting my cupboards at night, Nantes.

A new edition to street wildlife, bar, Nantes.

The last night of la fete foraine, Nantes.

Errands

It is amazing, the nice things you can come across while running around, performing the most mundane of errands.


A fish friend on a wall.

These little guys line the tramline in the west of Nantes. Not sure if they actually serve a purpose (this IS France, after all).

I like to call this the ghost cadillac.

Love. Period.

Polytech.

More inspiration from the Streets of Nantes

Something tells me those are English rugby fans...


AMGO in his natural habitat


Random tiles high up on a wall in Bouffay


Respect the roses