I'm lucky enough to travel a lot but I also aim to understand a place in some depth. So I like to find out about the local history, sociology, wildlife and local arts. I prepare for a trip by looking up photos of the famous sights, they're usually a good guide both about the local visual interest and also a warning of what has already been done or over-done.
I try to use the tools of modern photojournalism and photography to communicate how I feel about a place. You’ll see that I have used Portrait, Street, Interior, Historical, Abstract, Landscape, Historical, Wildlife, Phone-camera and Selfie genres at different times for specific effects.

Another train ride out from Marseille but from Blancarde station which still retains much of it's charm from the glory of the days of the Paris-Lyon-Marseille (PLM) era.

The local TER train was packed with trippers, many of whom also got off at Bandol. The town was packed, Saturday was market day, and also changeover day for the hired boats and lodgings. There's a boulevard lined with palm trees and flowers along the side of the port, then a line of restauarnts. These were packed too so we did the picnic thing - the French now do that too, perhaps a sign of the times, "la crise".

Wandering around, the town is a mixture of very expensive boats at a Provencal port and some kiss-me-quick restaurants in the street one row back from the boulevard, anmd a casino at the far end of the boulevard. But it's not St Tropez, although some visitors may like to think it is, - particularly the Parisians. The risqué art is part of the charm, although it's one of the places where there are signs and fashion police telling the visitors to stay clothed.

Our trip back was marred by a 2½ hour delay on the train back, because of a fire between Bandol and Toulon, which closed the line. 


We took the Blue train to the Côte Bleu, the coast to the west of Marseille. The beaches changed from crowded semi-urban L'Estaque (where lived the impressionist painter Paul Cézanne) to the more exclusive harbours of Carry and Le Rouet, and some smaller semi-private ones between where you can still imagine the pirates.

Read more: Côte Bleu, L'Estaque - August 2010

Sunday was still fine weather in Provence, whilst the rest of France (and much of Western Europe) had that violent weather. I met with another biker from the club and we enjoyed riding around the Alpilles, pretty little mountains that bridge between Provence and the Garrigues. 

Read more: Spring in the Alpilles - June 2010

Last Saturday was a day trip to Devon and Somerset, where my brother has a small farm and family. We used the big trains to get to Tiverton Parkway

Read more: West Somerset - June 2010

I had a good bike ride out to Norfolk yesterday; pleasant weather, not much pollen so nice to get to some clear roads here in the UK. 

Read more: Breckland - April 2010

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