The day I accidentally did martial arts (well …)

Morning in Antibes

I arrived at the yoga studio for my first class in a couple of weeks, but discovered that the class would be replaced by a two-hour martial arts workshop. Martial arts! Me?!? What a joke! I immediately wanted to turn around and go home, but the very persuasive Caroline, the studio owner, got me to stay. I must say it was a lot of fun, but I felt more like a hippo than an agile warrior, tripping over myself while trying to do the gorilla walk, more stumbling than leaping trying out the leaping frog and looking in the wrong direction while attacking the imaginary adversary. No photos here from this event.

Evening in Juan-les-Pins

When I was a the opera a couple of weeks ago, I had followed the instructions and didn’t bring my camera, only to see that everybody else had one (see post “Orange and pink”). With this experience fresh in memory, I did bring my camera to Saturday’s Jazz in Juan-les-Pins, where I was to see Anoushka Shankar. Again it was the wrong decision: a stern security guard peered into my rucksack and of course immediately spotted my camera, the only item in it. I had to leave it in a baggage storage, where I saw a great number of motorbike helmets and one camera. And guess what? As soon as I entered there was a man, totally uninhibited and stopped by no one, standing up taking photos with a camera. I turned around and there was yet another man, holding his camera high above his head, thus clearly visible, to get the best angle. Not to mention all those taking photos and filming with their smart phones.

Anoushka Shankar did a great performance, and before her Kandace Springs delighted the audience, with a gorgeous sunset as back drop. These two photos are iPhone ones. Apologies, but now you know why.

And back in Antibes

Overheard in an Antibes bakery this morning:

Customer to lady behind the counter: I’m leaving my apartment. You wouldn’t happen to know someone who is looking for one?

The lady called out the question towards the inner regions of the bakery and then:

Lady: Yes, one of our bakers is indeed looking for something. Can he have your phone number?

And it seemed that that was that! An easy way to solve your housing problems!

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