Skip to content

like one who has been led astray in Antibes

To behold the wandering moon, / Riding near her highest noon, / Like one that had been led astray / Through the heav’n’s wide pathless way; / And oft, as if her head she bowed, / Stooping through a fleecy cloud. –John Milton

And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss. —J. K. Rowling

I am rambling around Antibes, France again.  Absent a focus I move in the streets and take them where they may lead, sometimes turning left or right–depending–like a whiff of air.

In a curious sense it helps create an harmony between the French, who live here, and me, the visitor.  I am a new arrival and I scout the territory.


The boats large and small are everywhere in Antibes.  A sailing school is at La Plage de la Salis.  Many young people take classes there when the weather is good.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

A port, which I heard had been dredged by a rich potentate so he could moor his yacht, is to the north of town.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

Boats and people.  Floating in the water are the boats; walking or sitting are the people.  I am told that I am good at ‘hanging-out,’ but the French have taught me well.  (Click on a photo to see more.)


In the center of Antibes on Place General de Gaulle, which straddles the older and newer sections of Antibes, are some fountains.  One I like more than the others.  I know clearly what I want unlike many who cannot hope to know when they throw centimes into them.

One may suffer from ennui and despondency, without friends or books or necessary duties, but contemplation here allows one to replenish and refresh from the innermost depths of oneself.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

Doors and windows.  For some reason they fascinate me.  What will I see if I cross over to the other side?  And look out?  (Click on a photo to see more.)


I happened upon an ‘impasse,’ not paved, in a residential area, almost an alley.  It ended with no exit.  Sitting alone to the side among the leaves and brush, abandoned, was a piano, or what was left of it.  (Click on a photo to see more.)


Along with the tourists, out and about, are the young French women.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

One Comment Post a comment
  1. Oh,how I love the pics of the doors and windows, and the surprise discovery of a tossed piano. It looks as if it were thrown there angrily, like during the middle of a heated argument between a couple. Who knows.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: