I've been home from my hols a week but what with a birthday, work and a sick cat (urinary infection, now much better thankfully) there's been no time for more blogging until now.
I just love France, don't ask me why... I can't explain it. I just do. I hadn't been to France for a holiday since the 80's when I spent a week in Paris, but in the 70's I had many very happy camping holidays in rural France with my parents and brother and for three consecutive years we went to the same site in Vendee. It is of these holidays that I have the fondest memories. So after 35 years I returned... and I wasn't disappointed.
We drove down on the Peage, unlike Blighty we didn't see much traffic and the B roads which I expected to be busier were quiet too. No potholes or patched up roads here, how do they fund their fabulous roads? Anyone know?
I had my photographers head on for most of the holiday and found Vendee a dream to snap. I love capturing the texture of old crumbling plaster, faded facades and peeling paintwork. For me that really epitomizes the rural France I remember. (it's true.. but doesn't it sound such pretentious shit?)
Vendee's landscape is very flat and you can see for miles. At this time of year there's a preponderance of sunflower fields and hay bales, more photo opportunities!
However it wasn't just winding alleys and bucolic splendour, we saw these cool street performers when visiting La Rochelle.
Monsieur appears to be floating in mid air. The arm attached to the pole is obviously false and the shoes are dodgy too but I still can't work it out, elucidate please someone. Very cleverly they only moved when money was thrown into the hat, the one above doffed his hat to the donor....
...whilst this bloke standing on the harbour wall made clanking and creaking noises as if he was in dire need of a liberal squirt of 3 in 1.
arty shots... (a la Curtise)
Boulette s'il vous plait