Des res

I think I've probably blipped this house before, but I couldn't pass up these shadows today. With, as always, a thought for chaiselongue. I'm glad her photos are still here.

I was in Saint Laurent to get my hair cut; mission accomplished in less than half an hour.  The wind has dropped again, so I had a wander around looking for blips. Other than that, and the nice domestic appliance chap from Fabrezan coming and mending our broken dishwasher in about 20 minutes flat, it was an uneventful day. 

In the evening, S suggested we went to the sortie de résidence at the Centre Culturel. The centre hosts small theatre companies to work on shows over a few days, and on the final day there's always a free public event. I've only been to a couple before, and they have been shows that are almost done -- you don't get the whole thing, just some extracts and commentary from the artists. 

This one, a play based on the diaries of Helen Hessel, written in the 1920s, was very far from finished; some improvised sketches that didn't make all that much sense divorced from their context, and were still very much a work in progress. We got one of them three times in different styles. It was moderately interesting to get an insight into how they worked. But then there were questions from the audience. I was fine with a few questions, but then they got more and more elaborate and abstruse and went on and on, until the programme director of the centre managed to interrupt and drag us away to the bar. We only stayed a short while to chat with S's walking friends M and M, and then headed home.

(thanks Marlieske for hosting Derelict Sunday)