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On another day with us both full of a cold, I scanned the remaining colour slides of the Brittany holiday with Ann and Don in September 1982.
I don’t know where the zoo that we visited was located. Here Don photographs the residents;
maybe this zebra,
or a monkey. (I have a much clearer image of this apparently elderly gent, but I have chosen this one for its pensive moodiness.) I am happy to report that our friend’s nose sprang back from its flattening in the cause of art.
Sam happily strode along the roughly surfaced streets, dappled by sunlight penetrating plane trees,
and found a little friend in the gloomy interior of a stone workshop.
Behind him, as he climbs decorative railings is evidence of the respect the French bear for their cemeteries.
After his exercise he had a snooze.
On Bréhec Beach, I woman I thought of at the time as elderly clutched her handbag as she went for a paddle. I don’t believe she removed her shoes when
she ventured further into the water. I can’t remember the name of the now defunct magazine that used this one for its cover.
This evening we dined on fish and chips served with baked beans.