En France Deux
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peterbirksWell, I went to sleep at 10pm last night and, despite waking up at 3am, managed to keep dozing off, amidst some rather worryingly symbolic dreams (naked in public, flying, AND my teeth falling out? Surely that's a winning trifecta?) until I eventally got up at 7.45am, which was, of course, 8.45am. That's two hours forward in two days. Weird.
Had very little energy this morning, and eventually went back to bed! I finally got up at 12.30, feeling properly recovered. Indication, I think, of how much I push myself when I am in London. 100 hours of poker a month on top of my job is too much effort at my age, I think.
I caught the 13.50 to Cap Ferrat, having just missed the previous bus. That gave me the opportunity to take a quick walk around a "non-commercial" part of Vieux Ville.
This was actually one that I took the evening before.
A view down to the vieux ville shopping area.
A typical non-commercial part of vieux ville. I love the arches!
I commenced my walk at 14.15. It being Sunday, it was considerably more crowded than I would expect during the week, with many French people taking advantage of the good weather.
I had another shock in store.
Whatever happened to the French sense of danger? A number of points had these fences newly installed, although other, equally dangerous points, remained unprotected.
Fortunately, my faith in the French (well, French youth) was restored. Having completed the main Cap Ferrat walk, I decided to do the additional tour of the "small" prominitory that houses the old Hospice. That made the total walk about six miles.
A daring youngster.
It being spring, there were some interesting plant sights. Buttercups were out, and I found some fresh rosemary. And also some young cones.
I am getting very old and very fat. I may well stop posting any pictures of myself less than a decade old, ... but not yet. Alternatively, I may, one day, manage to lose that old gut, brought about by 20 years of boozing.
Finally, a shot of a beach just to the south-east of Port Jean, on the north side of the eastern promonitory of Cap Ferrat.
Well, it's 7pm here and the sun is still up, so I guess that it will be 8pm before it gets dark. Gawd knows what it will be like in the countries even more out of synch with "real time". No wonder the Spanish and Portuguese eat really late; it's probably only about 6pm in real time when they sit down to their 10pm meal.
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Later: I downloaded GIMP and attempted to follow the instructions on changing the balance, but I couldn't get the hang of it with "Adjust colour curves" (I could adjust the curves, but not in any way that seemed to improve things!). However, "adjust colour levels" was far more effective -- using the imbalance of the histograms as a guide, and then moving all levels up by trial and error.
This was the result. OK for a first attempt, I think. This GIMP looks like it has promise...
Had very little energy this morning, and eventually went back to bed! I finally got up at 12.30, feeling properly recovered. Indication, I think, of how much I push myself when I am in London. 100 hours of poker a month on top of my job is too much effort at my age, I think.
I caught the 13.50 to Cap Ferrat, having just missed the previous bus. That gave me the opportunity to take a quick walk around a "non-commercial" part of Vieux Ville.
This was actually one that I took the evening before.
A view down to the vieux ville shopping area.
A typical non-commercial part of vieux ville. I love the arches!
I commenced my walk at 14.15. It being Sunday, it was considerably more crowded than I would expect during the week, with many French people taking advantage of the good weather.
I had another shock in store.
Whatever happened to the French sense of danger? A number of points had these fences newly installed, although other, equally dangerous points, remained unprotected.
Fortunately, my faith in the French (well, French youth) was restored. Having completed the main Cap Ferrat walk, I decided to do the additional tour of the "small" prominitory that houses the old Hospice. That made the total walk about six miles.
A daring youngster.
It being spring, there were some interesting plant sights. Buttercups were out, and I found some fresh rosemary. And also some young cones.
I am getting very old and very fat. I may well stop posting any pictures of myself less than a decade old, ... but not yet. Alternatively, I may, one day, manage to lose that old gut, brought about by 20 years of boozing.
Finally, a shot of a beach just to the south-east of Port Jean, on the north side of the eastern promonitory of Cap Ferrat.
Well, it's 7pm here and the sun is still up, so I guess that it will be 8pm before it gets dark. Gawd knows what it will be like in the countries even more out of synch with "real time". No wonder the Spanish and Portuguese eat really late; it's probably only about 6pm in real time when they sit down to their 10pm meal.
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Later: I downloaded GIMP and attempted to follow the instructions on changing the balance, but I couldn't get the hang of it with "Adjust colour curves" (I could adjust the curves, but not in any way that seemed to improve things!). However, "adjust colour levels" was far more effective -- using the imbalance of the histograms as a guide, and then moving all levels up by trial and error.
This was the result. OK for a first attempt, I think. This GIMP looks like it has promise...
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Cauchemar sur la mer
Date: 2010-03-28 07:32 pm (UTC)I yearn for those old-fashioned dreams where I only lose my teeth whilst jumping naked from one insubstantial cloud to another in order to save a close relative from death. Those dreams were fun.
Don't get me started on the nightmares.