Posted on December 11, 2018
Frank’s challenge for this week is ‘challenge’; which is a bit of a challenge in itself.
However, at the Cassinomagus Gallo-Roman archaelogical site of Cassinomagus, in the neighbouring département of Vienne, they sometimes put on gladiatorial displays, where two fighters challenge each other to combat.
Posted on December 4, 2018
Being fortunate enough to live where we do, in the rural Limousin region that is part of ‘la France profonde’, finding a tranquil image to meet Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge is not exactly a problem.
However, my go-to place around here for tranquility (apart from home itself) is down by the River Vienne in Confolens on a calm sunny day, where the Pont Vieux casts flawless reflections like these:
Posted on November 28, 2018
Posted on November 20, 2018
I wonder if Frank had forgotten that the theme for this week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – Memories – is the same as one he set in March this year?
Whatever, this is perhaps the oldest photo I’ve ever posted here, it having been taken in the summer of 1978 on a family holiday in Cornwall. That’s our daughter being delighted at her first experience in a boat that we’d come across when she and I went for a walk on the beach.
I remember quite clearly that when we got back to where we were staying she went round proudly telling anyone who would listen: “I’ve been in a boat”.
Posted on November 6, 2018
Frank’s theme for his Tuesday Photo Challenge is ‘comfort’. The idea of comfort can be either physical or mental of course or – in this image from the Vallée des Singes of a baby gorilla taking a ride on its mother’s back – very probably both.
Posted on October 30, 2018
A particularly interesting theme from Frank for this week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge: ‘slippery’.
This scallop was on a display in the fishmarket near the Rialto Bridge in Venice. The contrast between the slippery flesh and the characteristically patterned scallop shells adds interest.
Posted on October 23, 2018
We’d never been to Perigueux before. We were expecting to see some old buildings but it was quite a surprise to find one hanging in mid-air just outside our hotel down by the river.
It’s known as the ‘eschif’, which translates – rather gloomily – as ‘scaffold’. It was constructed in the first half of the 14th century to straddle the protective wall on which it appears to balance precariously and act as a look-out post. That door isn’t terribly practical now.