The kiss outside the church.
Look at the young man in the white suit just behind the bride and groom. What is he saying to the young lady in the pink dress? A postcard from Menton for the best answer.
You can see another photograph of this young man, who incidentally had a broken foot. Please click on the link.
Results of the Caption Competition. Please click on the link.
Games at the entrance to the village. The bride and groom at about to climb the village to change ready for the main reception later at Cap d'Ail.
Tomorrow - the Kiss
Un, deux, trois - wheeeeee - the bride throws a wedding bouquet. In fact, there are two bouquets because her mother (the lady with the hat) is holding the bride's bouquet for a few moments.
In the smaller photograph, everyone looks delighted to see who has caught it. I believe it means the young lady will be the next to be married and I suspect the bride threw her bouquet with great attention as to where it landed!
Meet the bride and groom again - this time deluged with rose petals.
A short time after the wedding they kindly emailed me, saying how much they enjoyed the photographs. I hope you enjoy these too, Patricia and Walter.
In the UK, when a couple are married, they walk down the aisle with 'Here Comes the Bride' blasting out from the organ. They smile at everyone sitting in the pews on either side as they exit the church. In France, all the people leave the church first and just outside the door, they are offered handfuls of rose petals to throw over the bride and groom when they appear.
In the main photo, you see a lady with baskets of rose petals. On the right of the photo, in the dark suit, is the Mayor of Gorbio. I adore our mayor. He's an artist of considerable repute and he does so much for the village, in particular, putting on many cultural events. It's not usual to see him sitting in the bar, his jeans covered in paint, whilst he puts the world to rights with friends.
In the smaller photograph, you see guests ready with rose petals in their hands.
Note the gentleman on left in the main photo wearing the white suit - he's the Cool Guy. Click on the link.
Remember the village wedding in Gorbio? Yesterday's photograph of little Lisa was taken that day and it reminded me I have so many more photographs, not yet shown. As it was, I posted for 28 days - please look at June/July if you missed it.
At the time I thought I'd posted enough but I know it was a well-received series - so let's go back and meet a few more people. Anyway, isn't it a nice way to start the New Year?
Here are a most handsome young couple amongst the crowd outside the church after the ceremony.
Today, being the first of the month, it's Theme Day for the City Daily Photo family and today's Theme is 'Best Photo of 2008.'
The beautiful steeples of the Old Town of Menton are something I love to photograph (see smaller photo) but it's 'people' pics that seem to tell a story. The main photograph shows the beautiful Medieval village of Gorbio and a little girl, Lisa, who knows it well - no fear as she runs into what seems like a dark hole. This is one of the 'Village Wedding' series posted in June. Yesterday, I found so many shots I didn't use, so from tomorrow perhaps we'll revisit the wedding for a few days.
Today's post is dedicated to a fellow CDP blogger (he knows who he is) who, by email, has endlessly and patiently helped me with photographic advice and encouragement over the last year or so - without you, bla bla.
Happy New Year to everyone and thank you to all the friends I've met through blogging - let's hope that 2009 brings a more peaceful world.
To view other City Daily Photo bloggers' favourite Photo of the Year - and you'll see some fabulous photographs, I know - Click here to view thumbnails for all participants
For an update on the continuing story of Mistral and Mia, the Hell Hole dogs - which is getting better by the minute - please click on the link.
Brrrrr.... rather him than me! I called out and asked if it was cold and he replied it was wonderful!
Have a great New Year's Eve everyone.
For an update on Mistral and Mama Mia, the Hell Hole dogs who arrived at Pension Milou yesterday - please click on the link.
Yes...well I wish I wasn't showing you these photographs. Graffiti in the old town - in the Places des Fours (that's where the bread oven would once have been found).
I took the photo at the beginning of December but today, in Nice-Matin, the square is featured with the words 'Sad decoration for Christmas.' Too right. Hopefully now that it's had some publicity, it will be cleaned up.
For anyone interested, today is a BIG DAY at Pension Milou as we are adopting two dogs rescued from a Hell Hole. Shut in a roughly 2 metre square run for 8 years, never let out and never cleaned out. Yes, living on 8 years of excrement. They were lifted out of there yesterday and are currently en route to me from the Languedoc - should be here in a few hours! Obviously, I've not met them - the first dogs given a home by email! If you want to follow the excitement please read more on Postcards from 'Pension Milou.'
One tumbled, decorated gourd. Next time I walked past this window, the gourd had been put back in its proper place.
What is a gourd? Click on the link.
Yesterday, we saw a big bunch of keys in the postman's hand.
In the Old Town, many of the old narrow houses have been transformed into apartments, with the mailboxes just inside the main door or gate. For security, these doors are kept shut, hence the postman has to open each door or gate with one of his many keys.
In the main photo, he is closing one of the gates - he'll then cross the street and climb the steps to the gate you see on the left. In the smaller photo, he unlocks a door.
Delivering mail in the Old Town is no mean feat with much walking and many steps to climb.
The local postman on Rue Longue in the Old Town of Menton. At last, after months and months of work, most of the street is paved - but still much work to do.
The lady is getting money from her purse - perhaps a Christmas tip but unlikely as normally the postmen and women come around with calenders, enabling us to buy one and at the same time, give as much or as little as we wish. My post lady, Crystelle is fabulous. She'll phone me from her portable to check if I'm in for a parcel and then she'll lug it down the track. How's that for good service!
Note the keys in the postman's hand. Come back tomorrow to see where he uses them.
Whilst everyone else was rushing about preparing for Christmas, this gentleman was taking a snooze in the sunshine.
After yesterday's excesses, it's perhaps what we should all be doing today...
Climbing Santas in the medieval hilltop village of Gorbio, near to Menton.
This is Frederique (you met her last year) and in the photograph below, you see Emilie, her daughter. Both delightful and look at those gorgeous eyes that twinkle with life.
Frederique owns the beautiful gift shop in Gorbio - but at Christmas, it's closed and she takes over one of the stalls in the Menton market. The owls you saw the other day come from her stall.
Don't you just love the 'bride' Frederique is holding?
The Jardin Bioves is a child's delight. Nursery rhymes with audio. A little train runs around the displays, overflowing with young children. And note: more steam as in the donkey's photograph the other day.
This nursery rhyme is about a child who asks his mother if the boat has legs - she replies that if it didn't, then it couldn't walk. She says that when the child grows up he will go around the world but will surely come back to kiss his mother. And she finishes by saying that it walks straight ahead but because the world is round, then it will return home. (If I'm wrong, hopefully a French reader will correct me.)
You may remember the photograph of the pots recently posted. The winds, the rains and the sea have smashed loads of them (this is just a small part) but happily more are available for sale.
In the small photograph you see the ice rink. When I was last in Menton, it had been filled and was nearly frozen and ready to go. Now it lies in tatters. And below you see damage caused by the high seas.
The weather forecast is now looking reasonable for the next few days. Other places have had it far worse - Cavaillon, only 30 ks from Avignon, for instance - that's where the famous melons come from - they've had dreadful flooding. And in the mountains above Menton - at St Etienne de Tinée - they've had avalanches, fortunately with no loss of life.
One of the best things about the Menton Christmas Fair is that many of the items on sale are made by artisans using materials that might otherwise be thrown away.
Here you see lamps and ornaments made of coconut shells. I'm not sure what the handbags are made of - perhaps they are also made of morsels of coconut.
I'm rather taken with the dog in the smaller photograph but something tells me there are enough real ones in this house...
Donkeys in the Jardin Bioves. In the smaller photograph, they are being sprayed by a machine. I'm not sure why?
The whole of the Jardin Bioves (in the centre of the town) is given up to a display of enormous painted models depicting French nursery rhymes - with corresponding audio as you walk by.
Note: the rains and the winds continue. 10 families had to be evacuated from high up in Menton, where the hillsides have crashed into their houses. And remember the beautiful pots (see the posting two days ago) about half have been smashed by the violent weather and waves. The skating rink, which you've not yet seen, has also been badly damaged by winds and waves.
Here we see the Big Wheel again, but this time, in more detail - and with its old-fashioned feel. I'll report how comfortable it is - if this endless, endless rain ever stops. Grrrrrr....
It's Christmas, so that means a Big Wheel - somewhat incongruous with the steeples of the Old Town.
Christmas also means pots - hundreds and hundreds of them from north Africa - probably Tunisia or Morocco. They will stay here, day and night, until sold.
The Christmas Market near to the Bastion always has some great gifts - how about an owl!
They are for sale at La Cave de Gorbio, one of the many shops in the Christmas Village by the Bastion. You'll find great Christmas gift ideas here.
We've had rain for days, maybe weeks - I've lost count. Suddenly this morning - blue skies and sunshine. Oh happy day...
As you see, excess water, a bench in the middle of a puddle - but who cares? The sun is back! And these people are enjoying it.
A shade of pink typical of this region - they call it Provençal Rose. Three village houses - all different yet creating an interesting group.
It's worth mentioning that there is no access for cars in the village - the streets are far too narrow. The parking area is below, so everything - everything - has to be lugged up the hill and then walked through the village, up steps, down slopes, to home. And then there is often a staircase to negotiate - see the house on the right.
...no wonder the old people live so long.
An old wall, shutters and an advertisement for a mountain bike or perhaps a BMX?
Walk down a narrow steep street - watch your feet, but look up for a second and see the sea over a lovely old roof.
Too many people at the Chestnut Fête - let's escape - let's wander the village.
Here we are in one of the main streets - you see a notice on the wall saying that Romain Gary, the French writer and diplomat lived here. He lived down this little impasse with his wife of the time - the writer, Lesley Blanch. Romain died long ago but Lesley died only last year in Menton. Click on the link to see a photo I took of Lesley on her 100th birthday.
