Whilst the owners of the 'classic' yachts vie with each other to pretend that they are the sole appreciators of fine things, yours truly, exiled from the waters of La Gravette by a swarm of jellyfish, wandered around the quieter parts of the old town. After a long wait, everything is in bloom, even the cacti, and the birds are chirping. The place has become mediterranean again.
One mystery has been cleared up, too. For a couple of weeks now, and at the same time of year last year, the TV aerials have been the favoured roost of little yellow birds who sing with quite extraordinary melodic fervour. Well, a few days ago, one of them, utterly tame, came to our terrace and inspected us from very close to. Like close enough to touch. Remarkable behaviour in a bird, except for robins. I took some photographs and sent them to AWB for identification. It appears that we are blessed with feral canaries (hence the divine trills), which now take their place besides the parrot colony.
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