ps. The little lambs both got out of pen and became my friends. Sort of.. at least they always ran over to see me, let me pat them briefly then snubbed their nose at me because I didn’t have food. They were free to go, but apparently liked their home. So that made me feel better, busy body that I was.
The camera after one day of demise .. a day of small village parades and seeing a car called a “Megane!” , and a nude beach plastered with signs ‘no nudism’ and naked bodies…. .. anyway, the camera recuperated and is now working again.. inasmuch as it has ever worked. The cameraless day I did try to sketch the things I couldn’t take a picture of.. including 4 year old style drawings of nudes… but in the end, I think being cameraless is what triggered a cranky day, which made me want to ‘get on the move’ again, which may or may not have triggered a badly strained wrist which led to the egyptian man, which led to Delphi. (see previous blog) See? Look how one can realize a crappy day may have been meant to get you somewhere else.