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