Some planets left

According to recent cosmic observations, there seems to be many more bodies like Earth than we actually thought, out there.

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Reinforcement

When not natural, then the man helps it.

Tomorrow's Buffet

On the hill

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An Expensive Pizza

Eventually, after nearly eleven months moving in and out Graz with my car, notwithstanding my best efforts to avoid speed-traps, checkpoints, laser-beams and the omnipresent patrol wardens, notwithstanding my application in searching and studying parking zones maps and matching free parking timings, I managed to get fined by the local administration for the silliest reason. But it was my fault and I can't blame anyone, S*t happens!

In the end the pizza that I took with my son last Friday was not really worth the total costs. I would have better make a good pasta at home and watch a movie on the sofa.

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Maritime Gotic

Alone on the pier

Courseulles Sur Mer, Normandy, on the bay of Seine, exactly on the same strip of sand where more than seventy years ago the Overlord operation began, on the D-day.

I've been attending a meeting after another till some minutes past six. Once the last of our french guest had just gone home, I said to my trip companion I would have driven to the sea, no matter what he thought. I wanted to smell the sea and listen even for a while the sound of the crashing waves. So, without dropping our bags we've jumped on our car and headed north, driving through the naked countryside, till reaching this place when the night had already covered everything with darkness. Without spending too much time looking around, we entered a restaurant standing right on the beach. One of those that our colleagues from Caen talked us so well about.

After a completely uninspiring dinner, winning the reluctance of my colleague, I walked down to the channel and there, having left him looking for a shelter from the strong wind, I took alone a walk along the wooden pier that leads to the harbor entrance. At the end of it a small lighthouse was weakly indicating the end of the path and the beginning of the sea. But I hadn't noticed before that the tide was low, so low as only on the Channel it can be. I leaned out of the fence only to realize that there was just sand and some scattered tufts of momentarily dry seaweed. The only living sign of presence of the sea was a feeble sound of the surf, out in the dark.

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Slender Bodies

Notwithstanding I have read Robert Pirsig more than once and I promised too early my son I would have toured him along the american outback, I have never had a motorbike and still have a moment of hesitation when I'm close to this kind of "dream" for many.

I'm not sure. I still think I would start from a Vespa.

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Valentine in Normandy

Young and less-young guys queuing up with patience and resignation in front of the last flowers shop open in town. Empty shelves in the pastry shops. All the bars and restaurants full booked with couples eating oysters and drinking Calvados. And two stranded guys going around in search for something else to eat.

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Wind, salt and ...

The call of a seagull breaking the silence. A flock of screaming sea birds fighting for a piece of baguette left in a waste basket. The sun rising behind the tossing masts of the boats moored along the channel-harbor of Caen. A clear blue sky. The smell of salt coming with the wind. I couldn't ask for more this morning.

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