Found Phone

 I left my phone on a bench in Antibes...I realized about 2 minutes after I did. I went back to find it and it was gone. I looked everywhere. Luckily, a woman found it and took it home and I was able to get it back...I was super lucky...but as I was in the midst of panic, I used "Find My Phone"...it found 2 phones...my newest that I got back and the phone I lost when I was at the airport in Dallas afew years ago when I went back to San Diego to renew my drivers license that I could not do on line ( expensive trip!). But the old phone turned up...in CHINA!!!!

New

 

Faux

Just discovered this...

How did I not hear of him before? His schtick is complementing people, or reading people, greeting people, in creative wordsmith ways....He has a bit of Bertie Wooster to him, in a smoking jacket with a snidely moustache. If you like words and turn of phrase, you will love what he comes out with as he reads people from their ensambles and energy...He's wonderful.

want more? See the link below for a good helping and in Cannes where a huge stream of people give him lots to play with.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvB7qhWm9dI

Check this out...

This beauty is hovering around in the bay of Angels, where we go swimming. It's only 350,000 euro per week to rent. Kinda cool. See the link to the brochure. It can hold 12 peeps in  6 cabins.

https://docs.camperandnicholsons.com/get/this-is-it-charter-yacht-brochure

Wealthy Dopes!

I've been trying to throw out or donate as much as I can before I move. I had 2 big bags of dog blankets and sheets and I thought I would bring them to the local dog shelter. I knew where it was but I had no idea that you really needed a mule to get there. It was emotional for me as I really can't to get another dog, a small one, yet. I need to move first. I was hoping not to see any doggies...but I did, but they were all big and vicious looking...not a sensitive doggie that I would want to take into our home.

Anyway...on the way back, on this narrow road that you hope no one is coming the other direction, I came upon these 2 Porsches.  I couldn't get through so I had to wait for them to do whatever they were going to do. 

Living in this area and it being August, I know there are many tourists around that don't know how to drive here. This first Porsche took a right to get down this small alley, but he misjudged....boy did he.

I think this must have been the first time he had driven this car. The car behind was clueless as to the dilemma...I thought some man would get out and solve the problem..it took me bolting out of the car to get any action.

I had to get out and STOP THEM! I couldn't bare them destroying the front of this beautiful car. The whole front was right on the ground.

I got out and yelled STOP!...I made the hand motion...the car is on the ground in the front. Finally, the man in the car behind got out. I told him ( in english) He can't keep going forward, the car is scraping the ground....he's got to back up. The man was not expecting english. (They were Germans and I know he speaks english but was not expecting it)

It took him a minute to understand. I got back into my car and prepared to dosey-do to keep going ( you pull up to the right and I can pass) 

As I waited, I could see dope #1 trying to back up...no go, spinning wheels, like a turtle stuck on a rock...I finally got past and I see 2 handsome beefy 20 somethings having a nice sporty run past me,  in the direction of the car conundrum. 

I thought...oh, problem solved...they were going to have to pick up the front of the turtle and push it back up onto the road...no other way out. Lucky them!

OHHHH. I googled the name on the car...check this out...

https://ptravelsclub.com/

I am sure they have beaucoup insurance so aren't too worried.

wrong move.

 

South City Midnight Lady

My favorite Doobie Bros. song...no video from back in those days.LOVE LOVE this song.

 Back when I was in high school…for a few years there was a tremendous loophole that allowed me to have crazy freedom from parental watchful eyes. Because I went to a school called Holy Names and because it was so so far away from my parents house ( really, like another world)I made friends that were also very far away…so we did overnights or over weekends or for a few days. Mostly it was me staying at my friend Gina’s house. Gina’s parents were very very strict ( she was not allowed to see Lady Sings The Blues with Diana Ross as it was rated M for Mature)…Her house was also a free for all…I think they had 7 kids and 5 were boys who all played sports. It was like being on another planet for me…The house was a disaster. There was no way her parent could keep tabs on all of the those kids..We had a friend by the name of Wendy who lived very close to Gina…somehow, Gina’s parents allowed her to hang out at Wendy’s and overnight…and I went along for the ride..here is where the loophole comes in…Wendy was one year older than us ( at this time we were sophomores and Wendy was a junior.) Wendy’s parents were wealthy and divorced. Her mother was a lush and always drunk and smoking. Wendy had a sister named Sue that was quite a bit older, but very fat ( like the mother) and was always hanging around us. Once we got to Wendy’s, there were no more rules.

Gina’s mother thought it was OK to be at Wendys and my mother trusted Gina’s mom so it opened the door to incredible freedom for us. 

Today I came across a flattened out paper bag with the autographs of the Doobie Brothers from 1973. I would have been 15. I remember it well as we had front row seats and got all dressed up to go. I think Wendy’s father got us the tickets. I remember the band members had on super high platform boots that went up above their knees. We hung out with them after the gig…they had an after party…it was fun…I’m sure there was alcohol and mary jane involved. We got home late and no one knew…no way my parents of Gina's parents would have allowed this.

I was always going to find a way to be free…this was just one way and I used it many time…running around the streets of Albany at night with a band that Gina’s older brother John was in. ( Gina's mother didn't mind if John was with us)
We were the entourage…and had great fun.

Paper Dance

 

Mulberry Bush

 

Topless? and Topless.

 Who goes topless on the dog beach? It seems like an odd thing to even feed into your brain to think about, but it was something that I was confronted with this morning.

We were down there early. There were come people staking out there spots. There were some French regulars that I see…we wave to each other. All else are tourists and many Italians.

 I had a sweet long hair dauchund on my left with his Italian parents ( they had a little tent for him). I could see they were nervous about jellyfish...

To my right was a couple with no dog under an umbrella…no sun for them…but the woman was topless…

Nobody goes topless on the dog beach….It’s not a relaxing experience there, at the dog beach,  no matter what people might think…dogs do all kinds of unexpected stuff in the direction of other people even when you give them a big NO! 

But why topless…? I figure women go topless so they have no tan marks. It’s a comfortable thing here in France…I don’t have a problem with it, but not on the dog beach. There are many many other beaches…no dogs…why not go there? It was early and the beaches in this area are empty.

So, I don’t get it…

Before I moved here, I was determined to go topless on the beach. It was a difficult thing for me for many reasons…I wanted to conquer this. I am thinking this was in the 90’s. I went out to Plage Keller on Cap D’Antibes and found the little sliver of public beach between fancy restaurants and clubs with private beaches. 

They were up on decks, the small spot found was right on the rock ( gallet) beach…crowded…where the lower class would go…but I was enthralled with Cap d’Antibes and Plage Keller and F Scott , Picasso and Hemingway…There were no fancy restaurants or clubs at their time…I made the best with what remained.

I had a one piece Speedo that I loved…shiny coffee color. I sat down amongst a bunch of other people…of course, no one was paying attention to me. I slid the straps of my suit down…sat for awhile, then pulled the top down over my chest…

And I sat there, no one cared. I felt daring…I stretched…I got up and got into the water…all topless!  I did it. It was a big thing for me…

But now, it matters not. I could go topless everyday if I wanted but the sun is not my friend….

I also accept and appreciate that I am a person that is modest….always have been… I think I might try a bikini next year as I have lost about 35 pounds…but these days, I wear a kind of yoga outfit and and a surf shirt over the top.

I have 2 swimsuits that I wear with swim shirts over. I see myself as more of a surfer chick…

My love of north shore San Diego culture rules…

Topless on a dog beach? I still question it.

Scythian Remnant

 

Swim 10

Low tide...perfectly clear water...we actually saw an octopus.

 

Grillo A and Grillo B