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It has been quite a while that I have not posted here...

So let's begin with th Acaranda trees blossoming in the Algarve....

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We are here in Lagos ....Praça Luis De Camoes

...and the this ancient grren House is well know for it beautiful tiles...

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   ...but there is also the hous with blue tiles..

..and little side streets wre you can meet friends in cafés...

..or just wander about..

..and enjoy the day...

..and the moment because soon these blossoms will fly away on the wind...

See you soon

à bientõt...

We are now on the way to through the village to the fountain and the river ...all along  little streets are branching off... some of the houses have a metal grill standing in front of the door.It is typically used in Portugal to grill fresh sardines in summer..to everyone´s delight...

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At the eastern end of Alte are the springs (fontes) for which Alte is well known. The area around Fonte Pequena (little spring) is picturesque...a bridge across the stream, the beginning of a series of waterfalls as the water flows down the hillside, a grassy area on the banks ideal for picnicking, and ducks making the most of the waters and the sunshine!

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There is a pretty, paved, garden area in front of the 'Fonte Pequena Inn' dedicated to Alte's famous poet, Cândido Guerreiro..there are tiled plaques on the wall with some of the poet's works on.Here the springs...

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Here a Portuguese beauty from a poster somewhere in Alte...

...and the local bar...

à bientôt...

see you soon...

A friend of mine wo is making mirrors of shells and driftwood took me with her to visit Alte, a beautiful dreamy little village in typical Algarve style....

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Alte is a typical village of whitewashed houses with lattice work, handcrafted chimneys and narrow, cobbled streets nestling in the foothills of the Serra do Caldeirão.

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The church is at the centre of the village, and there are numerous little cafes in the surrounding area, to relax at and soak up the tranquility of the village.

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We are on our way to the springs near the river and there is enough photos for a second part...

Je fais confiance que mes amies Français(es) me suivent visuellement car je n'ais plus le temps d'écrire bi-lingue...

à bientôt...

see you soon

He used to be a bank employee for many years of his life until one day he decided to step out into freedom and light.Didier travels like the minstrels of medieval times without luggage or other baggage than his music and his smile.He travels on trains for a song and sometimes hitches a ride for a smile.

He sings of clear skies and cristal waters,of love and waves of light.He makes up melodies and words telling you stories of his inner and outer travels....

Free like a bird he comes and goes as he likes and sometimes travels for hundreds of miles following only his heart and inspiration...

He is like a breath of cool wind ,a ray of unconditional love,he likes what he has and does not want more,he truly follows his dream .....

Dancing with the waves and following the stars...

Didier ,I hope to meet you again.....

à bientôt...

Street art is flourishing into nature art this summer....

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...and the dollar is greening...

... the key logo of this artist ..unfortunately is hidden by a truck that has not moved for days..

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...there is the key again..

Summer time...

See you soon...

à bientôt

it is summer and the street artists are out and about...dreaming ..fragile dreams ..

..of beautifying abandoned and neglected ruins along main roads busy with traffic..

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...their approach is full of humour ..

..and pretty strange too...

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..are they aliens,future people or fellow dreamers....?

...or just fun to look at....?

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to be continued....

See you soon...

à bientôt...

There has been quite a strong wind for a few days ..the waves were crowned with foam as far as one could see.

Boats for viewing the famous grottos or the dolphins were unable to go out and only very few fishing boats tried to brave the powerful Atlantic ocean.

Most spectacular were the waves around the old fort build in the  late 17th century as a defence against the British Fleet led in those days by Sir Francis Drake.

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It is also known as the Forte do Pau da Bandeira or the Forte de Nossa Senhora da Penha de França on the waterfront near the entrance to the harbour. The stone inscription over the main door indicates that it was originally dedicated to Santa Virgem Senhora da Penha de França—whence one of its names; "Ponta da Bandeira" (or "Pau da Bandeira") are names of the area of Lagos where it actually stands.

It is one of my favourite landmarks ....

see you soon...

et á bientôt....

Lisboa ..irresistible dance of colours and sounds...seduces you with the sweet taste of ginja...and the sound of Amelia Rodriguez voice in the air..

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Lisboa ...dance irrsistible des couleurs et des sons...vous seduit avec le goût douce du ginja...et le son de la voix d'Amelia Rodriguez flotte dans l'air...

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Fandango is actually a traditional Portuguese dance ...the dancers revolving slowly...just like the manifold colours and images of Lisbonne..

Fandango est un danse traditionelle de Portugal...les danseurs tournent lentement ...juste comme les couleurs et images multiple de Lisbonne

The ginja is a delicious liquour of cherries...

Le ginja est un délicieuse liqueur de cerises...

à bientôt

Walking along the cliffs can be risky because of rock and earth slides...so you have to watch your step..

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.it can also be full of surprises like stumbling on the bench made of painted tiles in a small grove at the beginning of the walk....or the flowers covered with drops of dew ..like jewels...

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Yesterday I want for a walk and this is what I saw...

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If you want to see more of this series come see me at flickr..link on this page to the right...
Pour voir plus de cette series de photos venez me voir chez flickr ,le lien est en haut de cette page a drooite...
See you soon...

Istanbul is a city of many faces between Asia and Europe ,between old and new...

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....these photos refer to my stay in a part of the old town,in the neighbourhood of the shoemakers.There were also many wholesale export shops with the most fashionable shoes but I was not allowed to take photos.

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The paintings are from the lobbies of two hotels and reflect some of the old ways of life and the dream we had about oriental life style.

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My stay was in october so there was a bit of an autumn mood about the place..in fact it started raining after a short while...

Pour plus de photos de Istanbul venez voir mon site chez flick
sinon peut-être une autre message unpeu plus tard...
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Barnacles are crustaceans that have jointed legs             and shells of connected overlapping plates. Instead of crawling             after food, they glue themselves to rocks, ships, pillings, abalones,             and maybe even whales and wait for food to wash by. ....
Sometimes if one looks carefully there is beauty in small things....

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Lagos,in the western Algarve,is full of historical interest with it's origins dating as far back as 2000 years BC when it was known as Lacobriga.
Lagos has always had a seafaring connection, originally visited by Phoenicians and Carthaginians and then, during the 15th century, was the base for the 'voyages of the Discoveries' instigated by Henry the Navigator when trade between Africa and Portugal brought a great deal of wealth into the town.
Today there is only the Marina with its many private Yachts and the old fishing harbour....and yet the salty smell and wind evoke the feeling of freedom and far away lands.

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Cast off for new adventures...
Larguez les amarres pour des nouvelles aventures...
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It is harvest time now ..the trees are laden with lucious fruit..

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But don't touch...

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May we follow our dreams and realise our good wishes for all...

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When I met Oezgur Baba in a small Teashop in Pushkar there was a lively chirping coming from his beard.

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When I asked him about it he showed me his little bird....

He had found it slightly wounded in the street and had picked it up.After a while of resting in his hand the little bird hopped up his arm ..onto his shoulder..and then found shelter in Oezgur Baba's beautiful beard.
After a few hours when he had rested sufficiently the little bird flew away....

See you soon...

There is many beautiful churches all over Lagos...here is one of many...on a late afternoon just after the rain.

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Happy Holidays!

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Lagos is a charming,small town snuggled in a bay in the western Algarve.
It is full of historical interest with it's origins dating as far back as 2000 years BC when it was known as Lacobriga. Lagos has always had a seafaring connection, originally visited by Phoenicians and Carthaginians and then, during the 15th century, was the base for the 'voyages of the Discoveries' instigated by Henry the Navigator when trade between Africa and Portugal brought a great deal of wealth into the town.

In december the weather is not cold but soft and rainy like a northern European spring..

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No tourists at this time....

But a wonderfully peaceful environment.
As you see I have decided to come back and continue this blog with messages from different places and horizons and in English only..due to lack of time....hope the photos speak for themselves.

De faire ce blog était une plaisir et m'as permis de sortir de ma bulle ,de partager des moments speciales ....aussi de faire des des ami(e)s et des contacts...maintenant le temps est venu de faire autre chose...

It was a pleasure de to this blog and it has allowed me to come out of isolation,to share special moments..also to make friends and contacts....now the time has come to do something else...

Il n'y a pas des mots vraiment ....même presque un mois après avoir quitter la ville que j'aime ......
...un dernier regard par la fenêtre...

...les valises ont été faites...

...un dernier sourire au libraire du coin...

...une dernière visite au Passage Molière...

.... Paris serait toujours la ville de l'amour.....

.....et la ville des artistes...de la créativité..

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....donc de partir ne peut pas être trop joyeux ...

....et je suis sure d'avoir laisser des morceaux de mon coeur éparpillée lelongue des Quais de la Seine...sur la colline de Montmartre et dans les rues de Belleville et Menilmontant...dans le 13ième et au Quartier Latin...autour de la Bièvre.....et voilà....
...une nouvelle vie commence ...
Au revoir et
à bientôt