Party in heaven

Lovely Sunday - actually hot in parts - greatly enriched by the sitar player and her entourage causing an outbreak of dancing and serpentine wriggling hither and yon.

All the tat was back too. 

Our mates were out and about. Had I been slightly more awake Id have snapped them. All rejoicing in our choice of domicile.

The  mask police were out too. (Your scarf is not a mask madame) When they left, there there was a rash of faces everywhere - frightfully dangerous - mine was firmly over nose and mouth of course.

Before curfew Le Capt drove us up to La Serpent where the vultures were doing a great aerial display. Still dozy, I failed to photograph them but quite like this strange cloud where they had been. The heavens were clearly having a party, never seen so many radically different clouds in one sky.

 This is for Peter Dunn and Clare Millar. All is well in your paradise. 

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