Thursday, 20 August 2009


Mark and I went on our annual one day and night holiday this week. Left the dogs, boy and watering to dear friends and set off to Cérét on an extra wiggly route past the man-made lake at Agly. It's the busiest holiday period and only two families were there. As a contrast we got in the sea at St Marie near Canet. There were more than 50 million people there, and Mark was the tallest whitest thing on the beach. Mark, incidentally, had said that this resort was pleasant. Sort of Cuban with a few whitewashed shacks selling grilled fish. He had been there last year while doing a band tour which involved setting up in 45 degrees, playing for 8 hours, eating vile campsite food, and sleep deprivation, so I suppose he may have remembered it slightly differently.
The swim was worth it. Lunch was a baguette at the back of poxy?proxy/poxi? supermarket as it was the only place where there was any shade, and then drove hurriedly away from the heat haze coast.
Cérét is one of our favorite haunts. Elegant, with its tall thin buildings and even taller shade-giving plane trees. Ate naughty ice creams with 'nappage' of port like liquid, visited the excellent gallery and waited for the hotel to open at 6.00 so we could siesta. Hotel Vidal is what all hotels should be. One star, friendly, full of artifacts and very little modern changes. And, therefore, cheap: yes!
Lovely meal in shady square, took hundreds of photos, and slept to the sound of the 'Blue goose' jazz band in the street outside.
Here are a few photos from Cérét and a corner of my studio (the sitting room) with painting of 'chicken who likes to walk in the garden like a small dog', see few posts back.

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