A hot, exhausting, fabulous, image-filled day.
Menton lies on the Italian border. A few kilometers beyond is the large town of Ventimiglia, which has a crazy weekly market on Fridays. Jilly took us for a day trip there, and then on to a couple of ancient hillside towns. It's late Friday as I write this, so just brief descriptions.
Above, father and daughter who work in the restaurant Il Brigantino in Ventimiglia, where we had lunch.
Below:
A waiter at the Bar Manhattan in Ventimiglia, where we stopped for a cold drink. This little thing had a flash. We never found out if it was real or a toy.
A young lady impressed by brand names in the weekly market.
Sardines in the Ventimiglia fish market.
A cheesemonger in the public food market.
A B&B in an alleyway in the old village of Dolceagua (Sweetwater in English - how charming).
Today, the old town of Menton and Monaco. Tomorrow, on to Avignon.
Menton lies on the Italian border. A few kilometers beyond is the large town of Ventimiglia, which has a crazy weekly market on Fridays. Jilly took us for a day trip there, and then on to a couple of ancient hillside towns. It's late Friday as I write this, so just brief descriptions.
Above, father and daughter who work in the restaurant Il Brigantino in Ventimiglia, where we had lunch.
Below:
A waiter at the Bar Manhattan in Ventimiglia, where we stopped for a cold drink. This little thing had a flash. We never found out if it was real or a toy.
A young lady impressed by brand names in the weekly market.
Sardines in the Ventimiglia fish market.
A cheesemonger in the public food market.
A B&B in an alleyway in the old village of Dolceagua (Sweetwater in English - how charming).
Today, the old town of Menton and Monaco. Tomorrow, on to Avignon.
