Turning Over and Over

Here is Biz's pic of the folk
festival launch at Quillan, marvelously expressing summertime
chaos.

Not altogether clear about what the pix below expresses but the
installation was spectacular. Its on at the Chapel of the Blue
Penitents in Narbonne and worth the trip.

By Laurette Atrux-Tallau, its part of this years
Lauguedoc-Roussillon contemporary art show, called Casanover
Forever.

It might spoil the effect to say what its all made of so I won't.
What you see are many sizes of giant spiky balls climbing all
over the chapel.









Also went to the Horreum, a Roman warehouse still being
excavated under Narbonne. This is a damaged funereal
portrait. The outline is eloquent despite the vandals.



We are back from Gruisson where we did no culture and in my
case read Dennis Wheatley; lay about and ate well in Gruisson
Village, charming place.



Got home to Poo and Liz- hurrah! - who arrived while we were
away at Tony and Helens in Lastours. Here I am getting used
to quantities of Rosé , shortly before falling over.

(thank you Helen for the nice pic and for a wonderful
time at your extraordinary eyrie)

Missed saying goodbye to Bieke, who is now back in Ghent.

Got back just in time to do a last dinner for Nel who is back in
Amsterdam and Pete and Clare who have hoofed it to London.

Last nights dinner was to say goodbye to Mel and au rev to
Kat, who has gone off to Wales.

Today is too hot to do anything but be still in the shade and
catch up with facebook and email and blogging.
Surprised I can remember anything and STILL don't have a
working camera...