Lisbon Alley Life

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The underbelly, or at least the back ways, of Lisbon. Mind the stone pavement. The photo was taken after a rainy interlude.  Very slippery when wet.The lady was cleaning something, and the alleyway had not the freshest smell.

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Pokemon Go! (away)

During the week my wife told me to accompany young man as he wanted to go and hunt Pokemons. Dusk was in the offing, so off I scuttled. We walked, great for young man as behind a desk and computer he didn’t sit.

Then he stopped, serious and all business like. Apparently a Pokemon was on the radar! The tension built, it was after all, my first Pokemon hunt. He showed me on screen the nifty little beast he would ensnare. One, two, three clicks and the critter was caught.

Off we toddled again, being assured we were going to a happy huntin’ ground for Pokemons. Strange vision. We sat in park as dusk embraced us rapidly. Small knots of teens sat around. But no shouting, no teasing, no raucous games. They sat in the darkness staring at their luminescent screens. Enthralled. My wife rang, the game was up, ordered back home, he trudged sullenly. Apparently night is the best time to hunt for these wee beasties!

Strange hobby, but they all seemed so happy with faces illuminated in the gloom. Pokemon Go (away).

 

Arles

I never try to put too much trust in technology. Brought up pulling plugs out at night has kind of stayed with me. My point, well, purchasing a GPS is a point in question. In the old days I would lift my quill and scratch directions, turn -offs (politics, curtain shops) and have all to hand in my grubby little mitts.

Resplendent  on our dashboard was a GPS. It kept slipping off so it was put on the windscreen, ”No, not here dear, I need to see the road.”

And this device with its purple thick line seductively led us successfully from Avignon to a small roundabout outside Arles, we could actually see Arles. But it was but a tease. GPS went into meltdown, or as far as I’m concerned. Up a narrow street, that then became narrower, twisted, turned almost back on itself. Look, we’ve already seen that cigarette pack already. Just in case it wasn’t narrow enough the locals had planted bollards. We we’re close enough to pass the time of day with an elderly lady leaning through her window. Wonderful shutters. Blue. Must get a picture later.

I protested about the route, then spied a sign from history to the village/town centre. Back and round, and round and back. Finally onto a road wider than a bow legged women doing the splits. Breathe. The road, not the bow legged woman, you understand??And the good news, the GPS took us out the same way out. I still know somewhere there is a proper way into Arles. Park and debuss amongst calls from the children for food, toilets and drink, but not necessarily in that order.

Hey, well done Arles. Why?  For they had a delightful young lady wearing hint of Goth,  in the information centre, who spoke English, was helpful and actually suggested what we should visit. She was doing great until she mentioned the football;-)

To walk around and see the buildings painted by an Gogh was amazing. The cafe where he stood and painted with a pencil behind his ear, no the other ear.

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The ancient arena a delight and the prices frightening, and outside the arena a  dog with all  real talent. Bless it!IMG_1761

Wonderful to visit, but don’t trust the technology.

 

Annecy

Annecy is situated at the northern end of Lake Annecy. Their has been a setttlement their since at least Roman times. And this is very important. The roads are flat and normal, such a relief after the Alps;-) IMG_1545

This is the Palais de l’Isle which stands on the river Thiou. To me it is reminiscent of the bows of a boat. The scaffolding dates back as far as a few months ago! IMG_1526

A (flat) canal wends its way throught the town which is wonderful on the eye.

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Well worth a visit with a lovely atmosphere.

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