More Blue

I seem to like long and thin pictures – maybe because they’d make good postcards.

I can see why Rowan keep this bottle long after the perfume had gone.

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Pa & Rowan’s Things

I’m slowly getting used to having Pa and Rowan’s things about the house. The Copenhagen plates….

…and the blue vase feel like they’ve always been here.

This painting on the other hand…well i think the world knows my opinion by now. If you would like it please let me know and it’s yours.

This brooch on the other hand is very pretty – not sure when I’ll get the chance to wear it. I believe it always brought good luck at the races.

The watch couldn’t fit any one else’s wrist.

Tippet – the draft excluder had to come home with me.

The ring intrigues me – but this photo makes me think I need to invest in some very expensive skin cream

The wonderful mirror from their hall is now in my bedroom. I guess in time I’ll feel these things are mine.

San Gimignano

Onto San Gimignano – city of towers (plus one modern one).

The towers were raised by rival families as power statements. We imagined some porr, little local goverment officer going roung “have you got planning permission for this ‘ere tower?”

I loved this brick vaulting

I wanted to go here when I knew we were going to Florence. Rowan spent some time here when she was a student and had a lovely time. We raised a glass of wine to her at lunch. Mary Maclure Rowan Bedford – may your memory never die.

This passageway was very enticing and it led us to a rather good wine bar.

Varigated brick work was not just the perogative of the Victorians.

Another lovely roof garden.

It’s quite a touristy sort of place so lots of shop selling salami and other delicacies.

This chap was rather the worse for wear.

A tiny bus stop – for tiny buses.

OK – there were some grest frescos in the church. But we were rather frescoed out by that stage and settled for some rather good ice-cream.