FRIDAY 4TH OCTOBER 2013 – A TOWN WITH NO CHEER
La Seyne and onwards to Toulon. Waiting for the ferry, it’s quite the thing to get more pictures of the iconic naval-works bridge that’s recently, finally, been made into a tourist attraction. But we had more fun with this shot:
Toulon does a grand line in butting the cheerless grot right up with the (almost) glam, and there’s always more interesting stuff in the former. This abandoned shoe store was a stunner – reminding once more, of course, of that beautiful line in Tom Waits’ ‘Town With No Cheer’ – about the trapped hummingbird… and the closed-down shoe store. Enough that I would tell B. all about that again.
Posher than our average lunch, even though it’s really just chicken and mashed potatoes. Oh my god… chicken and mashed potatoes…
And a major reason for us doing Toulon today; to locate the music store and the strings to re-string my old Spanish guitar I re-discovered here in La Seyne last year. And, yes, someone was playing Stairway to Heaven in there. I guess the world has looped back around.
Obligatory salivating mooch around the big old Charlemagne on Strasbourg. My stationery stash is high these days, so I mainly just look, with the occasional stroke.
Ended today with Chinese food and a visit from Wilkinson, or Wilko, the dwarf rabbit (is it okay to say that?). He’s a twitchy love, and most definitely won’t be the only pet round these parts named for the rugby club’s topper most points scorer, idol and all-round jolly good chap.
So that, mainly, was Friday.