An Hour Away

I’ve taken a quick trip to los Angeles to visit a friend.She and I met years ago in Texas when my ex and I moved across the street from her. We were both having marital problems and I spent hours on a green and red antique barber chair in her bedroom talking. She got out of her marriage years before I did and moved back to California where she had grown up. I have visited her there many times since then and try to see her each time I am in the States.

A cute little place I saw in a side street of Hermosa Beach, one of the beach cities of LA.

There was a volley ball tournament going on at the beach as there often is.

A look at the beach from above.

Beautiful decorative tile on the side of an apartment building.

Two on a bicycle-art in a little public space in Redondo Beach.

An iconic life gaurd station on Redondo Beach. It was 70 degrees as compared to the 104 degrees back in Scottsdale.

Sand, Sea and Sun

Meanwhile, back at our beach place after our visit to England, we’ve had some magnificent skies. None of these photos has been retouched. The colors are real.

Interesting clouds and a great blue sky.

A forbidding sky one morning but it never rained. The tide is out so that is what is left behind when the water recedes.

The same dark sky with the sun behind me shining on some beach vegetation.

A nice sunset. Hot weather was on the way and I think it shows in the sky.

This cloud caught my eye. I liked the pink but especially the markings-it looks like a fish or a snake.

I don’t think I’ve seen the water sparkling like this before.

Another giant jelly fish left behind by the receding tide. It looks like an alien a bit.

Out and About

Photos from here and there around our beach place in Chatelaillon.

I love seeing sand after a storm. It looks like water ripples to me. We had a big sort of gale for two days recently.

There was a huge vide grenier on the main street of our village last Sunday. This old sewing machine caught my eye. I didn’t see the little figures below until looking at this photo later.

Buttons for sale too.

My attention was caught by this pink rose and then I noticed that the name of the house behind it was named The Roses. Many places around here have names, many after children.

There was a Hobby Cat fete during our windy weekend. They were zooming around everywhere on the water.

There were filming some scenes for a TV movie by our beach and I saw this lady, not even a main character, but a sort of background person the actors walked by in a scene. I do see topless women on the beach occasionally but not sitting on the wall of a busy village street. I hope we someday see the movie just to see our area.

Back at the Beach


 We have arrived at our beach place ready to see what summer has in store for us.

We arrived at the la Rochelle train station which looks very castle like. Our trip is a little over three hours from Paris.

Our very first night I ran out to the beach to get some photos as the sun set. I love the sun shining through the beach fence.

The sunset through the fence.

And, finally, the sunset. They usually aren’t this spectacular in the Spring as I recall. There is no filter with this photo either, this is just how it looked, filling our living room with scarlet light.

Exploring the Island

We drove around the island of Ibiza and saw some gorgeous scenery.

img_1649 We chanced upon a neat little restaurant while driving called Giri. It had an incredible garden with seating everywhere.

img_1655 I always stop for lighthouses.

img_1657 A small beach.

img_1668 Look at that view!

img_1669 I liked this sculpture against the ocean and horizon.

img_1673 Local church. Most have no windows as they were used as forts for protection from the many pirate invasions.

img_1667 Another view.

 

Saint Malo

The reason we went to Saint Malo was because of a nice man who worked at the desk of the Hotel Oceania in Nantes who told us how great their hotel was in Saint Malo with a fabulous view on the water. Years ago we visited Mont St Michele, right across the border in Normandy but didn’t take the time to visit Saint Malo. It’s been on my list ever since so when we heard that we decided to make a trip to visit.

fullsizerender1-copy-8 Mont St Michelle.

img_14941 The fabulous view of the beach from our hotel room.

fullsizerender1-copy-7 The view at high tide. The island which can only be accessed at low tide has the tomb of Chateaubriand, a very interesting man born in Saint Malo. Do a Google search on him. He had a fascinating life involved in many political happenings in France including the French Revolution where he got himself in trouble by criticizing what was going on and went to the States for his safety. While there visiting Niagara Falls, he fell and broke his arm and was nursed to health for a month by a Native American tribe which he wrote about. That is just one event in his life. The popular beef dish is said to be named after him. I like it-very tasty.

fullsizerender2-copy One of the city gates leading into the walled city of Saint Malo.

img_14271 One of many narrow, cobbled streets inside the walls.

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You can see how wide the ramparts that circle the city are. 80% of them were destroyed in WWII by American bombers as they tried to get the last of the Germans to surrender. In fact, two inhabitants of Saint Malo got out (all inhabitants were locked into the old city) and told the Americans there were only 70 Germans left inside but weren’t believed.

img_14481 View from the rampart.