One day free

In the midst of the work and all of the hoopla, in the midst of the cold and snow (yes, snow), I took off on a Sunday afternoon. I had purchased a big sheet of stiff watercolor paper and I opened the window and I used oil pastels to draw the window that stares at me from across the street. I have no idea who lives there but from time to time they have screaming fights. In this little town it is impossible to clear your throat without everyone else hearing you. Loralyn bought a lovely old frame and she had it framed. I didn't see it until I returned a few months later with my mother. It now hangs in the living room along with some nudes (which seem to distress half the world) that my friend Annette sent me from Massachusetts and some various and sundry old photographs we found at the flea market.

 

The word bordelle comes to mind

The apartment was built in the 1600s as a convent. My apartment has 2 bedrooms and a nice terrace which overlooks the street which winds very steeply down to the original old gate of the walled city it once was. Hyéres is a port city but the port is not in the midst of town as it is in most of the cities on the coast. For this reason and because it is built on a very steep rocky hill as a fortress it has architecture that is different from the rest of the cote d'azur. 

When I arrived, this was the terrace. The inside only slightly more sightly.