
Yesterday was another traditional treat, the lake at Puivert. Ate junk and sat under the trees. Here's William with his dad Richard: Charlie is arriving on Sunday and Lynne is leaving us around then, so the Harris's are having a frisky time of it.
weather divine. Under 30 degrees, most comfortable -
Hardly any tourists. Cafes and restros are complaining. No one can afford holidays now, French included. Perhaps August will be livelier though speaking as a resident you can guess which I prefer. Provided the cafes don't go out of business.
Found this grubby painting in a junk shop in Puivert and cleaned it up at home, anyone recognise the sitter? Guessing its a self-portrait possibly by someone exploring gender roles :) It's dated September 1991 but unsigned.
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