I usually start the post with croissant or bakery pictures but today we are starting with garbage.We don't have garbage and recycling pick up like in Canada. Instead there are receptacles scattered around the town for us to deposit the different articles in. We have 3 such containers in the parking lot outside the house, very convenient.
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This one works like a mailbox at home. Open the door, put the garbage bag in, close the door
and it falls into the bin below ground. |
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Recycling goes in these 2 containers. Glass in one and everything else in the other one
(paper, plastic, metal, card board). Its a very public admission of how much your drinking
when you take your bottles to this, out in public. At least at home the only one who knows
is the beer store employee. |
I have no idea how it is all picked up as it happens too early in the morning but the areas are cleaned regularly.
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The truck has Ceret on the side, so I'm guessing a town worker, with a power
washer and soapy water. |
I looked today for the entrance to a walk that George and I did 3 years ago.
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It is up this narrow street that, although it is not in the old town centre, is a
humped back, cobblestone road too narrow for a car to use. There are stairs at the top. |
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At the top of the stairs a plaque depicting a painting, painted in that spot.
(I will do a post on these plaques later). The explanation and description is
in French but I think it indicates that the artist became intrigued by the ruined chateau
above the town and stayed in the house beside it. Le Castellas |
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I think this wall is probably all that is left of the castle. |
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The house behind the wall. Its an odd enough place that there may be some remnants
of the castle worked in to it. |
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Up over the top of the hill, past grazing sheep |
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and another view of the house that shows what a fabulous view it has
over Ceret and the Tech valley. |
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To quote Dad; "A cubist vehicle". |
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