These, I call Rhodos balls. Rhodes, Greece has this really cool fortress with wall that go on for miles, castley looking places. I rambled about enjoying the summer smells of pine trees and dry grass. Smelled like home when my friend Mary and I would ride her horse through land like this. Yes, I'm a bit homesick.
Anyway, this day made me really happy, again by myself wandering for long distances in places none of the other tourists seem to find interesting.
I haven't had an opportunity to find out what these were for, but my guess is some kind of weapon, maybe they went in a catapult? Now they decorate with them. They're everywhere.
Anyway, someone took a great deal of time to create each one so perfectly and I found them fascinating.
The Acropolis, below, is in Athens. I went there because, well, one must if offered the opportunity. It was okay. Crowded, dusty, under construction.
What I actually found more interesting was Mars Hill, where legend has it, St. Paul gave his talks to the Athenians.
Here it is, below, with people crawling all over it, and the afore mentioned Acropolis in the background. Mars Hill is actually very slippery. I liked sitting on it and thinking of the huge historical things that happened there on that relatively small rocky place.
Below are a few random photos -- I don't need a whole page for Cannes.
I put my hand in the hand of Sophia Loren's handprint outside of the the film festival's giant auditorium,
bought a couple of postcards of chimpanzees to send anonymously to a student (only place I could find such dorky things was the fabulous French Riviera)
and went to the beach with thousands of other people, many of them in one-piece swim suits.
The bottom piece.
When in France, as they say . . .
The water was bluer than a smurf and warm as a bath, but I still like the wilder beaches in Santorini, Greece better.
getting picky, ain't I
A few little boats for a casual millionaire weekend . . .
And, one of the Cannes film festival theatres.