Minetto & Dad. The two have bonded. Minetto was abandoned by his previous owners and spent 3 years as a feral cat. Dad would sneak him food when Murie (...)

Meet Minetto, the psychic cat. This cat can sense to within 10 minutes when Dad is coming over. Maybe he recognizes the sound of the car's engine. Fac (...)

Fishing boat returns to Port Louis, passing by the Citadel that guards the Lorient Estuary. The view is from the Kerzho point.

We made drinkies and sauntered into the garden at Murielle's house. Her large backyard abuts onto a creek. Dad planted some bamboo there years ago. No (...)

I nodded off in the sunshine, after sipping my scotch. When I re-opened my eyes, Dad had disappeared. I looked for Minetto. He was sitting at the edge (...)

Dad brought back this handful of Blackberries. We re-freshed our drinks and munched the berries. Ever had Breton Blackberries dipped in 12 yr old Scot (...)

After getting up groaning from the table, Dad suggested we go for a walk. Minetto was at the door in a flash. In his neighborhood, Minetto leads the w (...)

8/31/12: A view of Port Louis from across the Kerzho bay at Port Ste. Catherine. The Citadel extends to the right of this image.

A view of the Citadel from Port Ste. Catherine. Port Louis is to the left. Lorient is behind the photographer, to the right.

Minetto took us to the end of the street and into the small woods. He kept up a steady pace as we followed. A strange but loveable cat. I slept poorly (...)

Supper was ready so we gathered around. Minetto took up his usual position on Dad's lap.

The purrfect neck scratch. Minetto casually accepted my presence as part of his extended family.

Manon, my new adoptive niece. A typical 16 yr old whose world is crashing down upon her. Or so she thinks. I teased her about boyfriends, school, life (...)

Murielle had invited us all for a traditional Breton supper of crepes. Her son Hugo was there with his wife, Ophélie, and son, Noé. Mario was there (...)

Dad taking a walk down the beach to see if anything has washed ashore or if the tide has uncovered something of interest.

Hard to believe but it was now lunch time. We marched home and enjoyed our whiskey under sunny skies in the shade of a patio umbrella. Lunch consisted (...)

The tide was falling and revealing the inter-tidal landscape. Critters were scurrying about. Gulls were wheeling lower. Pebbles were still gleaming wi (...)

I came across this tidal pool, left behind by the falling sea. The water in it was about 8 inches deep. I was fascinated by the life in the pool. It w (...)

The Citadel is sacrosant and cannot be touched but I thought it clever of the town to install change rooms at the base of the ramparts. Did I mention (...)

Time to put aside dark memories and go for a visit of the Citadel on a bright and sunny day. It was hot too, so I was glad to slink along in the shade (...)