Montbretia in Dunquin. Botanists classify it as a “noxious weed”. It adds colour to every hedgerow in Kerry.

What do you see? A stone? A distorted image of the moon?

In fact, it’s the skylight in the dome of the church in Cotignac.

Spotted on the gable of a Cotignac house the other day. A nice touch in a village where people really do look out of their windows to see what’s happening on the Cours in the evening.

Yesterday, we went on a spectacular drive round the Gorges du Verdon, Europe’s answer to the Grand Canyon. Impossible to photograph, really. It’s the kind of countryside that calls out for Ansel Adams’s skill, technique and infinite capacity for taking pains. The rest of us are reduced to snapshots like this. What made it worse was that, because of RyanAir’s draconian campaign on baggage weight, we had travelled light — and left my Nikon DSLR at home.

I’d like to come back here sometime with a Hasselblad when the light is less fierce. This part of Haute Provence is quite, quite beautiful.

Someone sweeping streets.