Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Lancieux is a pretty seaside village in northern Brittany, and the Sunday before last it had a nice big annual brocante. It has an old church whose bells started ringing when I was right next to it. Boy do you ever HEAR those bells! They're big thick metal bells, and you can watch them swinging in the belfry when they're ringing.
"Welcome to Paris", the pretty sign says. Except, it's not. Paris is what I'm getting away from.
Does the distinguished-looking guy who once commissioned his portrait know that it's now hanging off the side of a truck?
Would you trust the police that drove this car to win a car chase? Would you trust the ambulance next to it?
What is this mannequin? A child with boobs? An adolescent? A miniature woman? It somewhat disturbs me and I can't quite figure out why.
This picture is here for no other reason than I think this doorway is way cool. It might be the doorway to the village cemetary, or it might be the doorway to some rich person's villa.