‘Til this month it has been my habit to have my Friday posts written
well in advance. I’ve fallen into lazy ways, and today I’ve run out of
essays. Oh, I could repost one, but I’ve already got a few reposts on the schedule.
So – you will have to be content with just one picture today.
This gentleman was serenading no one in particular when we walked
beneath his perch in Cagnes-sue-mer, the next town west of Nice.
One day, maybe soon, I’ll write about all the serendipitous
‘concerts’ we’ve heard in our travels.