Friday, January 9, 2009

Deja Vu ... (cont.)

Just like the other day on the other side of the river, this side had an ancient sign warning off the general public, as it was private property. As I am a very private person, I generally disregard signs intended for public people, and feel right at home on private property... anyway, this sign was so covered in ivy as to be ineffective, and in fact I didn't even see it, and can't explain how these photos got here... and in any case, this stretch of riverbank lined with decaying fishing platforms may be one of France's finest unknown tourist locations, few recent discoveries have pleased me, for whatever unfathomable reason, as this did... all those dozens of cozy little piers conjure up images of lazy afternoons pulling plentiful fish out of the water and barbecuing them on the spot for a hot tasty snack, no doubt washed down liberally with local Saint Rieul beer, the equally unknown treasure from this area, also known as Frog beer, due to the lovely green frog on their labels.
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This fishing platform had two large trees for an entrance... one of which had been sawed off...
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A weeping willow had grown over this one...
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I wasn't tempted to walk out on this pier, private property or not, it looked like it was ready to fall in the the water...
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And this one had in fact collapsed into the drink, only a few planks of the platform visible still in the water... "Memories... misty water colored memories..." Planks and platforms... sounds like politics... much of which should also fall into the drink so the attached greed and waste might be cleansed...
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