We spent a wonderful half hour sitting outside a cafe in a residential side street in Nice. A workman had double parked, blocking in two cars. The driver of the first car wanted to get out and blared the horn a number of times to attract the attention of the errant white van man. After 5 minutes she came across to the cafe and started asking customers if they saw where the driver went. One suggested the Pharmacy so the woman went down the street to check. By this time the second blocked car driver had arrived and also wanted to get out. More tooting, more questions, more shrugging, more foot tapping and extravagant hand gesturing. We were now a good 15 minutes into the drama.
Eventually the white van man turned up. No shame, no apology. He just got in and drove the van a bit further down the road, parking it on a corner on top of a pedestrian crossing. The drivers of the two now unblocked cars didn't remonstrate with him but just got in and drove off. It seemed that this was a normal inconvenience for residents who accept double parking as an every day hazard. Still it made for some good, free, street theatre for us.
Wednesday 27 February 2013
My hot / cold thing
I love the hot / cold contrast. My favourite puddings reflect this: hot sticky toffee pud with cold vanilla ice cream; ice cream with hot chocolate, caramel or fudge sauce (but preferably all three).
This hot / cold thing also manifests itself in my bathing preferences. Whenever possible I avail myself of the opportunity to indulge my passion. The Thermae Spa in Bath being one of the places I visit to get my fix - but only in winter. There's nothing better than feeling cold on top then ducking under into hot, hot water. Rotorua in New Zealand was also great for this.
I'm currently on holiday in a swanky hotel in France, the swimming pool of which is wonderfully heated and half indoor, half outdoor. This means that I can normally swim under the cover of the stars feeling both hot and cold. It's divine. Except on this visit, the pool is closed for its annual clean (by order of the French Health and Safety bods). Malhereuseument! However, I am not to be thwarted. I am recreating the sensation by sitting in a hot bubbly bath with the bathroom window wide open listening to the Med crashing onto the shore across the road from the hotel. Hot / cold heaven. I must try it at home.
This hot / cold thing also manifests itself in my bathing preferences. Whenever possible I avail myself of the opportunity to indulge my passion. The Thermae Spa in Bath being one of the places I visit to get my fix - but only in winter. There's nothing better than feeling cold on top then ducking under into hot, hot water. Rotorua in New Zealand was also great for this.
I'm currently on holiday in a swanky hotel in France, the swimming pool of which is wonderfully heated and half indoor, half outdoor. This means that I can normally swim under the cover of the stars feeling both hot and cold. It's divine. Except on this visit, the pool is closed for its annual clean (by order of the French Health and Safety bods). Malhereuseument! However, I am not to be thwarted. I am recreating the sensation by sitting in a hot bubbly bath with the bathroom window wide open listening to the Med crashing onto the shore across the road from the hotel. Hot / cold heaven. I must try it at home.
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