A painter sits at the port in Saint Tropez, painting the play of colors of the day.
Splashing colors on his canvas with ease, as the tides bring in yachts from around the world.
The color of water.
Reflecting the old town mixed with opulent wealth-
History mixing with mink bikinis, Harley Davidsons and the red Cafe-Patisserie Senequier.
With his spatula knife he applied the colors that sing of St. Tropez…
Where are the Ye-ye singers? Did the painter add a hint of their seductive sound? Do I hear it from the cafe window? Or is it dancing along the port's edge?
Enjoying lunch with family and friends.
The colors of St. Tropez.
A perfect day, in a perfect place with people that color the day with sweet happiness.
Mediterranean fare on a summer day.
I wished they could have stayed longer.
Love on the port was thick that day.
Blue wonder.
Blue sail.
Blue Mediterranean.
The beach, full of pebbles, tiles worn smooth in St Tropez.
Dipping our feet into the source of pleasure.
Along the port in St. Tropez.
The streets behind the port,
weave in and out,
charming, delightful, full of color.
View point.
My long time family friend, Linda.
Conversations that show a gentle giving way. Linda and her husband and my friend Ed have been my much needed sound boards.
Their view (point) has given me guidance.
The banners flying high in St. Tropez.
Banners, may ours speak of a joyful life!
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