You're never far from a fountain in a Provencal town or village - one of them, Barjols, has 28 but that's just plain greedy; two or three is adequate, preferably in a square sheltered by plane trees.
Here you can sit nursing a grand crème or a pastis and listen to the gentle trickling of water, the click of metal on metal as the locals play petanque and the cooing of doves in the branches above, the ground a maze of gently shifting shadows.
At least you could if the schools weren't out and every child over the age of about eight seemed t0 be riding a motorised scooter with the noise output of a dozen chainsaws at full throttle in a trashcan.
There are times when you could really do with a good stout stick.
7 comments:
Spouting head? Some senior managers favour this communication technique.
hahaha...I was in that mood this morning when two children ran me off the sidewalk on their foot-scooters!
The trouble is that if you tripped the little beggars up, you'd never hear the last of it - youth rules the world.
Oh, those scooters! Every time I see some spoiled little child racing along on a scooter or a motorized car I just want to go and smack their parents right on the head. You've got two good legs, kid, get off and walk, lazy buggers.
Absolutley right, Bluesmama - I'll give you a character reference.
I've found recently that a cane is very handy for more than getting round. My grandchildren have now learned fear, and life is rather peaceful.
Spare the rod, spoil the child - the old ways are the best!
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