8 Jan 2013

ON MY WAY TO MARSEILLE's AIRPORT



When my friend Claudie living in the South of France, drove me to the airport in Marseille I took the opportunity to take pictures out of the car, just to remember how beautiful this area is !



Rocks and mountains



against the blue sky



Driving on the highway



A glimpse of Marseille's suburbs





an industrial area



From far I could see Marseille's habor which dates from 600 BC, when Greek settlers landed Lacydon, a rocky Mediterranean cove, now the site of the Old Port of Marseille. In 1854 the Old Port had a capacity of between 1,000 and 1,200 ships. The 6 metre depth of the harbour, however, proved problematic for steamships later in the century; much deeper docks had to be constructed at La Joliette which I saw here. 







almost arrived at the airport



Last glimpse of the mediterian trees



and off I went to a completely different clima in a distance of only  1000 km (621 miles) !

7 Jan 2013

WHAT DID YOU DO THIS WEEKEND ?



Helps you to remember what you have done on the weekend of January 5. If you participate please put the little logo on the top of your post and leave your link.

My too short visit in the South of France was finished and with a heavy heard I returned from the blue sky and sunshine





to the grey cold and rainy weather in Belgium.

My mood had the same color as the weather outside and I had just the energy to do nothing !



But I managed to take off part of the Christmas decoration which was on tables and furniture, because just the view of all this stuff suddenly got on my nerves !

I also had enough of my Christmas headers and I made new once and took them off. This and all the emails to be answered took quiet a lot of time and I spent part of the day with "creating" !

In the afternoon I went over to Dominique as she lives just in the house besides ours and we exchanged our New Year's eves stories, and I showed her the photos I had taken during my holidays.

Mr. G. had catched a cold and caughed like an old dog the whole day, which he mostly spent in bed because he didn't feel well at all. And on purpose, he had taken caugh syrop but instead of taking one spoon, he had measured the quantity only by drinking a sip from the bottle, and when I saw the bottle I noticed that the "spoon" must have been a soup laddle, he had swallowed far too much ! Of course he slept the whole afternoon ! Men are sometimes worse then babies !

On Sunday it wasn't better, still a cold grey funeral weather. With the consequently bad mood I attacked the Christmas tree !



Arthur who had never shown any interest in the creche had suddenly to check the tree and the crèche !
Mr. G. swore with his whole heart while taking off the light garlands, they were all mingled together.
Finally everything was ready to be packed into the corresponding boxes.



Arthur had to try out if the box was strong enough for all the Father Christmas', angles and the rest and finally it was all done !

Mr. G. carried groaning all the stuff down to the basement and put it away for next year !

Relieved we fell on the sofas and took a rest !

The rest lasted the whole afternoon, only I continued with my last header and my emails.

So ended this year's Christmas time and the whole living room looks normal again !