MONDAY 7TH OCTOBER 2013 – Monday Blues…
… and greens and greeny-blues and pale pinks and yellows and even more blues: from the balcony the town and its colours spread in a low, broad arc; from the old peach hotel to the just-misted beginnings of le Brusc. Sometimes, like today, it’s enough to hold the eye level with the tops of the buildings and their sweep with the line of the hills. Leaving the little dramas and vignettes of the little car park, of the tinkered-in boats and the Busytown sketches that play out below, for another day – the material that makes for the stories we invent, or the characters they suggest at least.
And then through the back roads to and from Portissol, and the eye finds its rest at a gate of green, and wonders at it.
And they were mainly the things that Monday brought us.