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Late afternoon in Beaulieu, Dr J and I set out to walk out to the point of Cap Ferrat, under the belief it would take 15 to 45 minutes. In fact, it took about half an hour to St-Jean-Cap-Ferrat, the next town around the bay, and about an hour and a half to St Hospice, the church out on the point.

Some views of the bay of Beaulieu:



Pretty tourists they have around here, huh? (Oh my I had SUCH terrible heat rash on my legs for most of the week)

Plane inna sky!

This ridiculous cake of a private abode called itself 'la fleur de la cap'.

Here we are looking toward Cap Ferrat. You can just make out on the top of the hill the chief drawcard: suspiciously romanesque roofline, there.

Civic Art at St Jean. Also, a pigeon:

At length, we found St Hospice, the church on the cape. Its most outstanding feature by far is this madonna and child:


If I recall correctly, a rich local of the 19th century desperately wanted to install this as an inspiration to sailors, but could not get the church to agree. Eventually, the proprietor of the land which had once been a small fort next door gave him a wedge of land to set the Madonna up on.

Here's our suspiciously romanesque roof. Alas: 17th century, built on the ruins of an older tower by the Duke of Savoy.

The cemetery was largely populated by Belgians - according to Wikipedia, Leopold II of Belgium owned some or all of the cape in the early 20th century. Here photographed is the Belgian war cemetery for WWI, but a small plaque also proclaimed it to contain a commonwealth war grave. I searched but could not find the one grave - I thought this oddly white headstone might be it, but subsequent research tells me I should've been looking for Corporal C.H. Bowles
And finally, on the return journey, a beautiful sunset and an alarming garden ornament:

Some people have more Euros than sense.

Some views of the bay of Beaulieu:



Pretty tourists they have around here, huh? (Oh my I had SUCH terrible heat rash on my legs for most of the week)

Plane inna sky!

This ridiculous cake of a private abode called itself 'la fleur de la cap'.

Here we are looking toward Cap Ferrat. You can just make out on the top of the hill the chief drawcard: suspiciously romanesque roofline, there.

Civic Art at St Jean. Also, a pigeon:

At length, we found St Hospice, the church on the cape. Its most outstanding feature by far is this madonna and child:


If I recall correctly, a rich local of the 19th century desperately wanted to install this as an inspiration to sailors, but could not get the church to agree. Eventually, the proprietor of the land which had once been a small fort next door gave him a wedge of land to set the Madonna up on.

Here's our suspiciously romanesque roof. Alas: 17th century, built on the ruins of an older tower by the Duke of Savoy.

The cemetery was largely populated by Belgians - according to Wikipedia, Leopold II of Belgium owned some or all of the cape in the early 20th century. Here photographed is the Belgian war cemetery for WWI, but a small plaque also proclaimed it to contain a commonwealth war grave. I searched but could not find the one grave - I thought this oddly white headstone might be it, but subsequent research tells me I should've been looking for Corporal C.H. Bowles
And finally, on the return journey, a beautiful sunset and an alarming garden ornament:

Some people have more Euros than sense.
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Date: 2013-09-28 05:39 pm (UTC)BUT, talk to me about your awesome red shoes?
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Date: 2013-09-28 09:27 pm (UTC)They're not actually red, more a sort of dark pink, I think. But they are the most awesome! I found them in a discount shoe place near the queen's college, oxford. They fit my inserts! They have reasonable grip! They look good with skirts! Admittedly the shoes-socks-skirt thing isn't the best look, but when not tramping about provence I wear tights or footlet stockings.
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Date: 2013-09-29 08:00 am (UTC)