Sunday, September 16, 2012
The three chain smoking young ladies who are restoring the frescoes in the village church pack up their vans and leave. They won't be back for a month. Called away to deal with an outbreak of damp spores in the plasterwork of a gothic church near Bordeaux. A restoration emergency. Their fluffy canine companion leaps up happily into the front passenger seat of a battered white Peugeot. From the enthusiasm of his tail wagging it looks as if he can hardly wait to get back to the excitement of the big city. Clearly a cosmopolitan canine.
In the market place the ' shade installation ' has miraculously survived the summer winds and thunderstorms. Will the council workmen come and take it down before the first of the winter gales ? I'm glad it's not attached to the less than secure guttering on the rickety old farmhouse.
Who knew travel agents still existed ? On a side street a travel agents office. The doorway filled with stacks of summer holiday catalogues . Above a rather handsome building, its balconies heavily ornamented . On the first floor three Caryatids from the Parthenon look down impassively . How many people must walk past and never look up at these exotic creatures?
The supermarket lobby has an end of season sale. One childs garden umbrella and seven plastic umbrella stands. Ludicrous enough to be a piece of installation art.
Loic the gardener arrives. One of lifes uncomplicated and permanently happy individuals. He has dyed his hair a deep maroon colour. His eyebrows have also been dyed to match . The combination ever so slightly alarming. Designer wolfman in bifocals. Has he done this by accident or design ? He blows leaves from one side of the garden to the other side of the garden for three hours then leaves.