Linked here to Debbie‘s Six Word Saturday
WON’T YOU BE MY BEST FRIEND?
This is Esmeralda considered to be one of the oldest tortoises in the world (by the Seychellois). Photo taken circa 1975.

Linked here to Debbie‘s Six Word Saturday
WON’T YOU BE MY BEST FRIEND?
This is Esmeralda considered to be one of the oldest tortoises in the world (by the Seychellois). Photo taken circa 1975.

This week Dr. B has selected the theme of Kitchen as a challenge to our photography. If you would like to join in #challengeyourcamera, the rules are printed below.
I’m not really into kitchens so I’ve found this one very hard. The things I thought to do have already been done, like arrangements in lovely jugs done perfectly by Marie from Hops, Skips and Jumps. My herb pots were nearing the end of their life, my pasta jars at less than half full looked sad, and the rest of the kitchen stuff was boring. Then my eyes lit upon my favourite Christmas gift, but because it sits in the corner quietly humming away I almost overlooked it. So, I give you my mini-wine fridge, flanked by my very old microwave (40 years?) and an orchid bought for me yesterday because I’d had a bad fall in the bathroom (that’s another story but I’m lucky to be all in one piece today and able to post).

It only holds ten bottles I think, but I don’t drink a lot of white wine so that’s fine. At the moment it contains 2 bottles of wine, 1 bubbly, 2 Manzanilla, some fizzy water, beer for visitors and a few soft drinks. But it’s great and looks elegant. I couldn’t photograph it face on because it has a slightly mirrored front – in fact you can probably see the other side of my kitchen in the reflection – if your eyes are better than mine! The wooden lunch carrier on top of the microwave is real, i.e. not a tourist buy. I bought it from a village shop on my first trip to Thailand about 50 years ago after I’d seen similar being used by field workers. One compartment contains rice, one vegetables and one fruit,or, if available, a little bit of fish or meat.
RULES of CHALLENGE YOUR CAMERA
Each week Dr. B selects a single theme to point his camera at or display a few photos from his collection as a way to brighten up the week. If you would like to join in #challengeyourcamera then here’s what to do:
Linked to Andew’s Monday Washing Lines here.
I knew if I looked hard enough I’d find at least one and here it is. Inside the walls of Diocletian’s Palace in Split, Croatia. I wonder if the washerwomen of 305 AD were hanging out their washing in the same way.


Silent – except for the chattering of the monkeys and the soft plop of the menacing crocodile that glides from the riverbank into the water.
Debbie hosts this outlet for our six words here.
I think I’ve only taken on this challenge once before, maybe twice, but as I read more of the challenges I begin to think I should be taking part. So here goes, late Saturday afternoon instead of morning. Memo to self, must try and do better.
Cut Flowers, Central Heating, Don’t Agree.


Linked to Mind Over Memory who hosts this challenge.
First I offer you a real lion, the BIG DADDY Lion, the original MGM Lion.

Sorry. I know it isn’t a statue but I couldn’t resist this. I did start off with the bronze statue of the lion from the MGM Hotel in Las Vegas but I thought it paled beside the real thing so there you have it.
Now here are two sculpted Lions. The first one from Lucerne, Switzerland, was described by Mark Twain in his 1880 travelogue “A Tramp Abroad” as “The most mournful and moving piece of stone in the world”. A mortally wounded lion is carved into the wall of a sandstone quarry in the old part of the town, designed as a memorial to mercenary soldiers from central Switzerland who lost their lives defending the royal Tuileries and the family of Louis XVI in Paris in August 1792 during the French Revolution. Six hundred died in their defence and 140 more died afterwards.
The 6m x 10m long monument was designed by the Danish sculptor Bertel Thorvaldsen and carved by German stonemason Lucas Ahorn out of the sandstone rock in 1820-21.

Next we move to Spain, to Cordoba where there are so many statues it is easy to miss this one, but he is part of the Triunfo de San Rafael column, the most elaborate of many devotional columns in Cordoba commemorating the town’s guardian angel. The column at the center of a scenic viewpoint was begun in 1765 and it was finally finished in 1871. He’s quite an ugly old lion but I feel sorry for him as he looks uncared for and few stop to admire him as they gaze upwards at the shiny figure of the saint or rush across the bridge to photograph the more famous Mesquita.

What could be more silent than the Quad at Eton on a Sunday when pupils and masters are in church?

Behind those windows, who knows?
Linked to Dr. B’s challenge at Dr. B’s Challenge your Camera.
The first bridge is over the Neretva River in Mostar (Bosnia & Herzegovina) and the crowds on the top of the bridge are there to watch the Red Bull diving championships. The divers leap from the top of the tower on the bridge into the water below where there are safety precautions in place in case of accidents.

Next bridge is, maybe cheating? It’s a bridge between two houses in Bruges, Belgium.

Next comes a bridge with love-locks, a custom which is now out of control in various countries with iron bridges as the weight of the locks is warping the ironwork and making them dangerous. This one crosses the Salzach river in Salzburg, Austria.

This one in Croatia in the Kikr National Park, one of the loveliest areas of that lovely country.

And finally, the Daddy of them all, Sur le Pont d’Avignon – The Bridge at Avignon.

Linked to CadyluckLeedy here

It’s hard to avoid guitar players in some towns in Spain but this one was actually pretty good and I did buy his CD which, surprise, surprise, actually sounded quite good when I played it at home.

These two little girls were actually Peruvian, on holiday in Spain (I had their father’s permission to photograph them). He told me they that they had bought the costumes in Seville and insisted on wearing them all the time. He was going to buy a Spanish guitar for himself, and his wife, at that moment, was shopping for a black mantilla!
Viva España!