Tuesday, 30 October 2007

Unreadable Palms

Some more panels from the Mark Twain adaptation. The first is a view of Menton, on the Côte d'Azur. It so happened that I camped there shortly before commencing this story, in a beautiful orchard above the town. As soon as we arrived at our pitch some ripe fruit or other fell from a tree directly onto my head, allowing a nearby Dutch family to have a great chuckle at my expense. Which is fine.*
*As luck would have it, a night spent sampling the regions' rosé and the snoring that allegedly followed, would inadvertently redress the balance.

6 comments:

Alex Burrows said...

Carl is immediatley likeable. He seems like a bloke you could share a breakfast Pastis with. He looks like a cross between Captain Haddock and Eric Cantona.

babyphat523 said...

The Riviera! (Are you a mind reader Simon? :) I am so jealous, even if you got nailed in the head w/ mystery fruit. LOL, too funny.

Seriously, that is a beauty! & the children are very cute with their little melancholy faces.

Simon said...

I might be, Susan! I'll give it a go...















No. Nothing. Are you guys planning a trip there? Can I come?











Honestly, Susan. There's no need to swear, I was only asking.

Simon said...

If yer drinking Pastis at brekkie, you probably don't mind who you're with, Al. Besides, it's an aperitif, it should be drunk *before* breakfast.

babyphat523 said...

LOL, you are out of your gourd Simon! There must be a correlation between that and the way the artistic mind functions...

So depressed about canceling a Nice trip and here you go posting about it...You'd be welcome anytime! No snoring allowed tho. I already have one to contend with.

Simon said...

Oh dear, that's no good, Susan. But according to your blog, staying at home may well be just as fun :)