Hanging out with the buoys.
Street address as sculpture.
Too bad my suitcase wasn’t big enough.
There is no reason NOT to paint your doorways green and purple.
Hard to say goodbye to old friends with cute red wheels.
Enlarge this to really revel in that blue blue…
Again with the purple and green. An island thing? Can anyone explain?
I don’t know that it’s possible to have lime green doors and be a pessimist, or even uncheerful.
They could have painted this white but, cleverly, didn’t.
Tables with view of post office. (Actually this is right next to the sweetest bookshop/cafe/bike shop just outside St. Peter’s.)
Is laundry on a line not a thing to be besotted with?
Too late. All gone.
More island colour here.