A Life In A Day (cont.)

Just as Jimi Hendrix did a song called "Red House", this one is "Blue House", or perhaps "House of Blues. I've been by this blue gate hundreds of times, but today was the first time I ever saw it open, allowing a glimpse of the house...

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Another mirror over a stone wall, this one losing its stripes...
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The other day, in a post titled "A Day In The Life" I shared a photo of a plant of the same breed as this one, and I am still wondering what on Earth it is, that blooms in November with pink flowers with an orange fruit, that stay colorful apparently for weeks on into the winter... if someone knows, please enlighten me...
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Coming down to the river's edge, instead of taking the short direct route into town, I decided to take a long detour and go look more closely at the odd platforms that can be glimpsed from the road, but which after more than ten years living here, I had never taken the time to poke around... and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be a strange trip indeed... people apparently in bygone days would come sit on their platforms to fish...
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Some of them are literaly going to rack and ruin, disintegrating into the water...
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Farther down the fisher's row of wharfs was an ancient sign that gave a clue or two, but which obviously had not been tended to in recent years... the sign says : "Institute of France , No tresspassing by public, access reserved for fishing members"

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Another platform, with chairs facing the water... didn't look like anyone had been here in a while...

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