I like to WATCH anthros exercise.
Well, they went off walking without me this morning to do something called exercise but that is beyond my reasoning or interest. I go up and down a rock. Basta! C’est suffit.
But they did take some nice little photos of our sweet ville at morning, even a couple of snaps of cormorants in love…er…you know what I mean. ‘Tis the season around here for birds and bees, it seems.
The male is flapping his very nicely shaped wings and the female is saying, “What on earth are you doing, flapping around like that? GO FISH!
Evidently cormorants for al their abilities to dive and surface many yards away will steal anything they can get from a fisherman’s catch and so are not loved in a fishing community, but in early morning they are lovely to watch, dipping and emerging heaven knows where next.
Here are our plane trees in winter, looking very like the sardane dance that is native to our Catalan area. Papa calls it the sardine dance…
Here is the Catalan sardane, a lovely dance that both men and women perform on special days or sometimes just for the fun of it. The steps are complicated!
Uh, oh, here’s a string of the caterpillars called chenilles who can make you swell up like crazy if they bite you. Animals should stay away for sure because they can make an animal’s tongue swell up dangerously. They are attacking the pine trees here but pretty soon the city will put out envelopes of poison for them.
And this is a tableau of our little town, complete with beach simulation, but it looks like a really good liter box to me!
And here’s papa, strolling down one of our sweet little narrow streets.
Which birdie is which? The one on the right is to scare off the one on the left. Bonne chance.
Winter in our cafes…no takers.
The sky behind the ‘castle’ that perches on a hill overlooking the town. This is a view from our house.
Nearby above the beach, a children’s area has a great view of the sea.
Tangerines from Spain are everywhere in winter. Helps to keep everyone healthy.
Here’s mama chatting up Petit Louie, who makes beautiful miniature ships out of wood in his workshop. He is 98 years old and every day takes a walk through the town and greets everyone and says it’s to keep up his health. Well, it WORKS! And mama says he doesn’t ACT like someone 98….
Petit’ Louie building his ships, even now. I think I would fit in that blue one for a little spin on the sea.
The famous purple artichokes that mama does something with anytime, anywhere, anyhow. I think I have to finish this up and go help her in the kitchen. She did say melted butter and lemon were on tonight’s artichoke menu…
OH, NO!!! Not again, mama. And NO, he cannot come for artichokes at our house. No way, no how!
What a fun and interesting place you live, Loulou. Thanks for taking us on a tour.
Well, it’s a lovely place to be. Just not in cold winter.
What a beautiful place to call home. ♥ I would love to swing in those swings by the water.
Those kids are lucky.
Great photos and how nice that Petit Louie is still active at 98.
And he is so lucid and active….must be the sea air.
Thank you for this tour of your beautiful village ! And viva la butter !
Yes, butter is better! No margerine for me, mama.
We think we’ll not invite those caterpillars here.
Love the views of your town. We’ve not seen trees like those before.
Love the faraway castle with the dramatic sky.
Those caterpillars are a menace, especially to animals but people also swell up!
What a great tour of where you live, Loulou! Bear doesn’t mind the peace and quiet of me not being here … at least for a little while. He can let it all hang out 😉
Hey, where are you? And Bear, you be good, y’heah.
MeOW LouLou, your little town is so purretty. Dat sure is a lot of catapillars. we’d stay away fur sure. And dat street!!! OMC is dat narrow. Does anypawdy drive? Big hugs fur all.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Well, no cars can get up many of the streets so it’s really quiet. But oh, yes, the tourists drive and park in one big parking lot and take over the town in summer.