Fête de la Branda -Dogs à la Mode

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The Fête de la Branda in Gorbio draws an enormous number of visitors, many of whom bring their dogs with them.

Chihuahuas and pretty ladies who wear lots of jewelry seem to go together. Some people love them, some don't - they do seem to have become rather à la mode with so many actresses walking around with them in their handbags...

These two live in Ventimiglia, just across the Italian border. The long-haired one is called Shogun and the smooth-haired white one is called Tokyo and as you can see in the last photo, little Tokyo isn't just a lap dog - he has no fear of a dog bigger than himself.

In the cage behind them, are chickens and guinea pigs for sale.

Fête de la Branda -the Proud Mama

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Would you have known, looking at the first photograph, that this lady is proudly holding a baby goat?

Hopefully he wasn't the one who emptied the pie dish.

Fête de la Branda -Pissaladière & Pichade Mentonnaise

This lady has been cooking since 6 a.m. and is selling her pissaladière outside her house.

Pissaladière is a speciality of this area, particularly Nice. I suppose you could call it a type of pizza - the base is pâte à pain - a bread dough made with flour, olive oil, yeast, salt and pepper. It's filled with onions that have been cooked very slowly and then garlic, anchovies and those small and tasty Niçois black olives are added. This lady has prepared some without anchovies, as not everyone likes them.

Some are made with tomatoes which is when Pissaladiere becomes Pichade Mentonnaise - a speciality of Menton.

All for one euro a slice. Not bad, eh! You are looking at my lunch that day and delicious it was too.

Fête de la Branda -Argan Oil

The stall holders in Gorbio are getting ready for the day. This lady will be selling products made from huile d'Argan (argan oil) and as you see, she's having a fair amount of trouble fixing her publicity material. In the last photo, she's waiting for a fellow stall holder to give her a pin or clip to fix it.

Argan Oil comes from the seed of a Moroccan tree called arganier spinosa - you can read about its properties by clicking on the link.

Fête de la Branda - Clip-Clop on the Cobbles

It's not often you see donkeys in Gorbio village - or good looking donkey handlers, come to that.

The occasion was the recent Fête de la Branda and this year the organisers planned an animal area at the top of the village in front of the Château.

Makes you think of how it would have been in medieval times, as you hear the clip-clop, clip-clop of the donkeys' feet on the ancient cobbles - a sound I just love.

Alain Delon and the Young Girl

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A young Alain Delon on the cover of a book and a pretty young girl lunching at Le Balico in Menton. I love that the patron displays interesting books around the tables.

Note: Since posting this, sadly Le Balico has been sold and is now under new management and with different decor.

Pink

A metre or so along from yesterday's lady on a bench is this tree - behind it, the sea. Looking at the flower I thought it must be an orchid tree - a Bauhinia - but the leaves are not Bauhinia leaves and the flower is more rigid. Does anyone know what it is?

P.S: Thanks so much to Semi who left a comment that this is Chorisia Speciosa.

Heaven and Earth...

We're back in Menton just in front of the market building. (This was taken 9 days ago -it's a little chillier now)

Lord! when you sell a man a book you don't sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night - there's all heaven and earth in a book, a real book.

~Christopher Morley

Ventimiglia Market - the Peg Dolls

Presumably these are children's toys. In this climate, pegs don't need to be kept warm, so yes, they must be toys...

"All words are pegs to hang ideas on." ~ Henry Ward Beecher

Ventimiglia Market - Emilia, the Carpet Dog

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We're back at the Friday market in Ventimiglia today. So many of the stallholders have dogs. This one, a French bulldog called Emilia looks most indignant at having her photograph taken and her owner looks somewhat bemused.

They live in San Remo, just along the Ligurian coast from Ventimiglia.

Ventimiglia Market - Fish Eyes

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If you didn't care for yesterday's tentacles, today we have fish - all sorts of fish and all so fresh. And in the smaller photo - shellfish with amazing eyes, if indeed they are eyes and not a pattern as on a peacock feather?

"Govern a small nation as you would cook a small fish. Do not overdo it."

~ Lao Tzu

Ventimiglia Market - the Cephalopods

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We're in the Fish section of Ventimiglia's main covered market (fruit, vegetables, meat, fish, flowers) which is in the centre of the town - not far, though, from the famous Friday market.

We're in the fish section. Squid (calamari), octopus (polpi) and cuttlefish (seppie). Hard to imagine Italian cooking without them.

Do you like octopus , squid and cuttlefish?

Ventimiglia - the Look

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It's 10.30 a.m at a restaurant opposite Ventimiglia's Friday market. Empty tables. Too early for lunch.

No one notices these two as everyone is busy shopping.

Ventimiglia - the Wild Kittens

Wild kittens under the footbridge we saw the other day. Mother cat looks up, never taking her eyes off them.

People had thrown down food and one lady stood for at least half an hour just staring at them.

Ventimiglia - the Conversation

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“There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided you know what to listen for."

~ James Nathan Miller

Ventimiglia Market - Scarves

You want a scarf? They have a scarf. One of the many stalls in Ventimiglia's market.

In the smaller photo, a small part of the market, before it got busy.

The market is huge. It starts at the main bridge, runs alongside the river until it meets the sea and then continues for a long way along the beaches. It has a large section going inland too. When it gets busy you can barely move. All part of the fun.

Ventimiglia Market - Table Linen

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Ventimiglia's Friday market is famous. There are acres of stalls selling everything you can imagine from sundried tomatoes and parmesan cheese to handbags, shoes, clothes, table-clothes, coffee machine - I could go on and on - as does the market.

Gone though are the days of picking up a 'copy' handbag - a fake Gucci or Chanel. You used to be able to go to a specific stall and hidden under the counter were the fakes, and very good they were too. Now, the police have really tightened up on this and it's not only the sellers that get in trouble. If you buy a copy handbag and are stopped at the border, beware...you will get a massive fine.

In this photo, you'll see all sorts of table linen for sale and just beyond, a stall selling kitchen appliances.

Ventimiglia: About Turn

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We are on the same foot bridge as yesterday - this time facing the sea.

Do take a look at Catherine's blog The Five of Us for something most unusual on this footbridge. Welcome back to blogging, Catherine. You have been very much missed.

Ventimiglia - the River

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Ventimiglia is just 7 kilometres from Menton, across the border into Liguria, Italy. First stop is the small village of Latte, and next the town of Ventimiglia which has an amazing Friday market. People come from miles around to this market and over the next few days we'll take a look.

When you live in a border town like Menton it's as easy to hop across the border to shop, as to go to the local supermarket. I often shop in Latte or Ventimiglia.

We are standing on the footbridge which crosses the river, looking upstream from the sea towards the Old Town and the valley of the Roya.

Hanging out to Dry

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A wire fence in the medieval village of Gorbio.

“Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size”



~ Mark Twain (American Humorist, Writer and Lecturer. 1835-1910)

The Accordionist Plays

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We've found an outside table in a small bar in a side street of Ventimiglia. We're drinking a glass of rosé and are waiting on our bruschetta to arrive when who should come along but the accordionist we met yesterday.

The Accordionist

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We are in Ventimiglia in Italy today - just across the border. This accordionist is about to walk around the bars and restaurants where he'll play and then hope for a few coins.

Remember those distorting mirrors at the Fun Fairs? The slim lady on the left is somewhat larger on the right...

Menton's Pedestrian Street

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October and still so many people. Visitors, locals, all out shopping, busy and living their lives.

Theme Day: Contrast at the Procession Votive

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It's Theme Day once again and the subject is 'Contrast.' Here we have the contrast of a medieval man and his modern daughter and of course, the contrasts in the photo itself - taken at the Procession Votive in Roquebrune Village. Papa played a scribe.

To read the history of the Procession Votive which dates back to 1467, please click on the link.

Don't miss other CDP bloggers take on this Theme - well over 100. You'll love the incredible talent and imagination that speaks of the CDP community. Click here to view thumbnails for all participants.

Shutter decor

"Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together"

~ Carl Zwanzig

Layers

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Shrek: Ogres are like onions.

Donkey: They stink?

Shrek: Yes. No.

Donkey: Oh, they make you cry.

Shrek: No.

Donkey: Oh, you leave em out in the sun, they get all brown, start sproutin' little white hairs.

Shrek: NO. Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. Onions have layers. You get it? We both have layers. (sighs)

Donkey: Oh, you both have layers. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions.

The Veolia Boat

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We are standing not far from the Italian border looking towards the Old Town of Menton. This little bay provides protection from jellyfish with a net and the man in the boat is checking to ensure there are no holes in the netting and that the water is clean.

Veolia is the name of the water company - provider of household water but also in charge of keeping the sea clean.

Procession Votive - Joseph of Arimathea

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The procession is over. I made my way through the crowds and started walking down the donkey track to Menton and there, alone, I saw this man taking a rest, leaning against the village walls. He looked pensive and interestingly wasn't wearing the bright colours of the other participants. 'What part did you take?' I asked. 'Joseph of Arimathea,' he said.

Joseph of Arimathea is apparently the man who donated his prepared tomb for the burial of Jesus. Click to read more.

If you've come to this series for the first time today, please click to read the history of the Procession Votive which dates back to 1467.

This the last day of the Procession Votive -thankyou so much to everyone who followed the procession with me.

Procession Votive - Time to Reflect

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The procession is over. Time for a welcome bottle of water, to chat, to relax, to reflect on a job well done. Note the helmet stuffed with newspaper in the smaller photo.