There is a small hippodrome, or horse race track, on the outskirts of our little city, Chatelaillon. We decided to go have a look the other day. I’ve been to horse races before. In fact, little known fact, my Dad had part ownership in a race horse once. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Sea Biscuit. I remember going to a few races when I was a little girl. I have no idea why my Dad did this. He had seven brothers and I am thinking it is something they did together. They owned a “race car” too, a hot rod. I don’t think either project lasted very long. Anyway, it was fun to find myself at another race track.

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A close up look at the track. Notice that the rider is on a little two wheeled cart, a sulky, behind the horse, not on it, very European. The run is called a trotter. The horses can’t gallop just sort of do a very fast walk. There wasn’t a starting gate either.

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Good old number 3, Big Bang. I bet and lost two Euros on him.

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Here are the horses crossing the finish line.

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There was some entertainment between races too. Ancient, local costumes and dances.

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That’s some hat on the man. I could swear they played a tune like one I danced to as a girl, Put Your Little Foot. It was a fun day but we didn’t stay for all of the races after losing that two euros.

Not too exciting here on the beach when it rains. We just sort of sit in front of our window and sigh and feel bad for the people who have come here for a week of vacation. When the sun comes out there is joy and a rise in energy and we get out to walk or ride our bikes.

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I bought the ingredients for the cocktail called a spritz, popular in Italy but I first had it in Croatia. It’s made with Aperol, a sort of bitter orange liquor and proseco, the Italian champagne. It’s very good. I should have garnished it with a green olive or a slice of orange but didn’t have either.

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Another photo of one of those runners onto the beach. Blue and white stripes just get me.

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The little streets here are lined with lovely homes and always flowers.

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Another one.

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I love hollyhocks and they love this climate.

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They celebrated Bastille Day on Saturday, a sunny day leading into a cool evening. The fireworks didn’t start until 11 PM. We had a front row seat as the fireworks are set off right off the beach in front of us. It was a very nice show and they played Brazilian music as the fireworks exploded to go with the soccer games, one of which was being shown at the same time. I didn’t get to celebrate July 4th so this is a nice substitute.

This is where a number of people who read my blog stop reading. Life on a beach just can’t compare to Paris. Maybe I will go into my archives of my many photos and start posting them but maybe I will just post about my life as it occurs in real time. Sometimes not much happens here that is worthy of a photo or a blog post but I have a few recent photos.

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This way to the beach.

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Hollyhocks love blooming by the beach.

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Sunsets aren’t usually very spectacular this time of year. Autumn seems the best time for that but this one isn’t too shabby.

I am back at our beach place. Several times I have awoken and think I need to get up and check on my grandsons or I think I’m in our Paris apartment. It takes me a few days for my body to figure out where I am each morning.

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A sunset in Paris with a bridge over the Seine lit up.

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Seen in a Paris florist.

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Back to the beach where I saw the sunset in my glass of wine.

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This was taken through the window in the waiting room of our doctor. I can actually just ride my bike over when I have an appointment, one of the joys of living here (as long as I don’t fall). I’ve been having trouble hearing from one ear and, as I expected, some ear wax had lodged on my ear drum and hardened. My doctor wouldn’t touch it so I have to go to an ear doctor to have it extracted. I think I may have done this to myself with a cotton tip while cleaning my ears. I guess I will let a little of that hygiene go.

If you visit Rue des Rosiers in the Marais, you will always find a lot of people, especially on Sunday. And 90% of them will be in line to eat falafel.

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Here is a crowd at one falafel place.

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And another.

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And yet another.

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Some people want American food, as you can see.

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I wouldn’t mind having this for dessert.

I’m back from Switzerland and leaving today by train to go back to the beach. I’ve been traveling so much that I can’t remember all of the places I’ve been. I guess I’ll have to read my own blog and retrace my steps. Being with the grandkids was great but exhausting. Not only was there no school but there was a lot of rain which kept us all inside. When I arrived in Paris, unpacked, and put clothes in the washer, I went and met a friend for an early dinner. We sat outside on the terrace in the shade (it was hot), had wine and caught up.

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Where we sat.

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I had a glass of sauterne with ice. Very refreshing.

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This guy to our left had a drink too. Note the cigarette and two packages of cigarettes. Terraces aren’t very pleasant anymore if you are a non-smoker but it was too hot to sit inside.

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The guy to the right had this mint drink. Cigarettes there too.

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