A reflection in a bedroom mirror.

It’s easy to see why the young David Hockney was fascinated by pools.

Every Friday evening in the Summer, villagers and guests in Cotignac gather to eat moules marinières and (afterwards) play Boules. The latter is not for the faint-hearted. Think of it as the French equivalent to croquet: banal in appearance and vicious in reality.

Seen yesterday on a nearly-impassible country road in Provence.

Hooray! A photograph by my son Brian is one of the winners in the Tate’s Street and Studio collection. To see the photograph in a larger size, click here. It’s a terrific picture in true HCB style.