Another day for taking it easy.
We park by the cathedral and walk slowly down to the artisanal bakers. This rather unadventurous route is chosen because the pavements are in good condition. A new season selection of sporrans appears in the kilt shop window.
On the other side of the road the lights are on in the newsagents windows. This is the day when the towns weekly paper is published. The staff are up and about early for the nine am rush.
Down by the harbour all is quiet. The sea is too rough for the fishermen to venture out and it's too early for the students to be up . We have the place to ourselves.
At the Aquarium the seals are making it clear that they're expecting to be fed.
Then it's time to head home. 'The Font' pops into the bookstore to pick up a book I've ordered. Angus, who has to wear a large and somewhat frightening eye patch for the next week, waits outside. There is no point in frightening the locals.
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Good to see Angus is out and about and trying not to scare the locals. Nobby is very interested in the dead animals in the first picture.
Cheers, Gail.
Gail, I had to go back to see what Nobby was interested in, but you are right, I'm sure Charlie would also find the sporrans to be most alluring. Angus, it must be nice to live in a place where there is still a weekly local paper - most have sadly been lost in the US. I was struck by the title of the book you posted, and I immediately ordered it. Arriving in Europe after 30 years in Asia, I often feel hopelessly ignorant. We are dealing with so many Eastern Europeans in our daily life here, many of whom have been tossed about by their history, and we've been feeling the need to study. Similarly, if you don't mind my asking, are you able to recommend a good book dealing with post-WW France? So much of today's France seems shaped by the wars, including both immigration and seemingly well-intended efforts that have sometimes had unintended consequences, like the inability to track data on race, ethnicity, etc. It's very different from Japan, where everything was just swept under the rug, and I would like to know more about the dialogue that must have taken place.
Angus, having gone through a cataract op in August, I feel your pain. Take it really carefully. Only too easy to detach a retina. At least 4 weeks with no sea swimming 😂
It's tough being a fisherman. The sea is the master.
Lisa in France . Most books seem to focus on the second war or the immediate aftermath but from a French perspective Robert Gildeas 'France since 1945' is the standard. Tony Judt is the master of the period but his 'Postwar' covers Frances neighbours. An Anglo-Saxon take is Jonathan Fenbys reliable ' The History of Modern France '. After nearly 15 years living there we have acquired quite a library on the subject !
A nice quiet morning, and the local paper will be out soon.
I'm glad another reader reminded yo about the "no sea swimming"rule. It does sound as though you're being careful :)
Angus, you could always tell the locals you like celebrating Halloween a week early! Please do take care of yourself.
The Bridge on the Drina, a historical novel by Yvo Andric, paints an unforgettable image of the changing fortunes of some of Eastern Europe's inhabitants over the centuries. Andrich was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1961. His book was published in 1945, so he missed the subsequent changes in the region, but wouldn't have been surprised.
Bailey B - That's a brilliant suggestion !
Angus, surely listening to music, or relaxing to the sounds of the sea and breeze, rather than read - surely that will help you recover more quickly? Whatever you do, don't fall and jar that eye!
Don't sneeze and try not to cough or shake your head were also things I was told not to do when I had my cataract operation. I gave everyone a wide berth just in case they had something I might catch which would cause any of these to happen!
I wonder how many visiting golfers from abroad will take home the complete Scottish "ensemble" from the kilt shop?
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