Artist at work

On one of my laps around the block I walk through an alley past many stately homes. Well, stately and large at the front, at the back they are large and a mess of extensions and canopies. It does have something. There are also three houses on the street. There probably use to be horse stables in this alley. The houses I walk pass belonged to the royal marechaussees. Once upon a time.

Anyway, on the other side of the big houses are now garages, for steel horses, so to speak, a bungalo some gardens, a very spacious football kick field, a jeu de boule track and a small playground. At the playground, two painters were sprucing up the blind wall.

The doctor said it was okay to go swimming. Yeah!