There’s nothing like a grey January morning for sucking the joy from the marrow whilst making one a mirror image of it. A memory comes to mind of a curvy grey zinc bar laden with well made Martinis and a conversation with an erudite Australian photographer friend in which I’m quizzed on the meaning of the word “enervation” which I mistakenly believe to signify excitement. This dull drained morning defines that word with meticulous precision. I need light; we need light. In my case the need is not great enough to go to an airport. A walk down the lane reveals grey to be good.
Food, Photography & France 
I like the sound of that bar!
It was the old Zanzibar in the 80’s…the photographer was the redoubtable Angus Forbes…who I’ve completely lost track of.
Ha ha – I was there! I did like it.
Good times
Indeed – I have fond memories of the Zanzibar.
Love those textures. Some cloud here would be welcome, to block the heat, will trade some sun and warmth for a few grey days…
It’s so peculiar the North South hemisphere divide….probably easier in the old days when it would take 6 months by sailing ship to travel from to the other..you’d virtually stay in the same season:)
I like the idea of the martini better than the shutters!
If the owners of those shutters ever drank a good Martini they would probably agree with you:)
A lovely bit of brevity Roger,
I hope 2019 is being kind to you.
Cheers, Conor….I have to say that I’m more than a little nervous of the madness around us at the moment….however, I remain optimistic:)
Unmistakably French curtains – I have visions of the mill that produces them …
What a lovely comment…I’d never considered that….it’s made the picture richer for me. Thanks….and happy new year.