Immediately after breakfast we went in search of lunch. Food is important, everyone knows that. But to French people, it is a daily experience of art. To plan meals, to eat them, and to discuss them afterwards, that is a truly satisfying way of living. The rest of us are learning.
We go to the Fish Market, where there are indeed fish but also farmers' stalls and shops, as well as a few trinket stands.
In that same courtyard was a Greek church, full of gilt and lovely icons. On the ceiling was a picture of God. I saw God on the ceiling of churches in Russia, too. It's a bit shocking, given Commandment #2. But, on re-reading it, I see that we aren't allowed to depict ANYTHING in nature. So, depicting God is no different, I guess, than depicting a saint or a pea pod or, basically, anything that I, personally, paint.
We walked along the seaside amongst enormous crowds, including dozens of handsome Africans selling handbags and dozens of rather hunched looking Indians selling squishy balls with eyes on them.