WE ARE ALL EXHIBITIONISTS

This is the last of my series of South of France photos, I won’t be exploring the subject again for a while. Three weeks ago, I never imagined that I would be looking at these pictures again and again, welcoming the chance to immerse myself in the sunny atmosphere of Provence. Never did I think that this would be my only taste of summer. Methodically analysing the weather forecast has suddenly become a daily activity involving all my friends, it’s even occurred to us that we may be living in the wrong country. I should also ignore my Facebook account: too many annoying and implicit adventures in the sun. I disapprove. Keep your irritating and provoking fairytales to yourself. Oh, look, it’s hailing again in London!
And for those of you who want to know what I had for lunch, what the weather’s like in North London and when I last went for a walk, had a headache or watered the plants, I have a Twitter account. A small slice of narcissism and self-importance. No, don’t worry. I’m certainly not ready to divulge the smallest details of my extraordinarily exciting life and I haven’t yet become a hysterical person confessing everything to masses of people I’ve never met or know in real time! But I do use Twitter to acquire knowledge and can see its purpose on a professional basis. So, look no further, here I am. I’ll tell you what shampoo I use and what time I went to bed last night!

All pictures are mine.