Mes petites cellules grises

Cette histoire m’intrigue énormément, comme un défi lancé à mes petites cellules grises //
This story intrigues me greatly, as a challenge to my little gray cells

Today’s prompt is “cell”, cellule.

By a happy coincidence, the Spanish television is now showing Agatha Christie’s Poirot series, and Hercule Poirot is extremely fond of talking about his “little grey cells”, so here is the cat, dressed in his sharpest grey summer suit as a tribute to the famous detective (especially as portrayed by David Suchet). He looks extremely elegant, in my professional opinion. The only big(ish) detail that is missing is a pocket watch chain, and that’s because with my bad (again) Internet I can’t work out how it is supposed to be worn.

In quarantine news, yesterday and very SUDDENLY! ©, with less than a 24-hour warning, the small shops, hairdressers and barbers got a permission to open under certain conditions. Only very few could react as fast as all that. Yesterday, on my way to a bigger supermarket I walked along the main commercial street of Triana barrio. As far as I could see, practically everything was still closed, including the shops which have the permission to open. Happily, my favourite office and art supply store Carlin was open, even if it was just a temporary counter placed across the doorway. You had to tell the lady attendant what you wanted and she’d go in and fetch it for you. I got a new Sakura Koi pen brush, to draw more cats.

Le gagnant prend la première vague

Le gagnant prend la première vague // The winner takes the first wave

Today’s prompt is “winner”, gagnant.

So here is the cat, winning the first wave of the morning on Las Canteras. The slot allowed for non-professional sports, including aquatic, is currently from 6 am to 10 am, the evening slot is shorter and has almost no daylight. Surfers (all sportsmen, actually) are not allowed to take a motorised vehicle to get to the place where they do their thing, everybody has to get there under their own steam. So many of them are pretty puffed when they finally arrive.

Today is the third day of allowed physical exercise and things are going ok, except it’s Monday and some people, in theory, are going to work. So, being generous, you can assume the electric scooters are back on bicycle paths for a good reason (though I strongly suspect not all of them are). Regulations for those are still lacking, and they are public menace at the best of times. Right now, when everybody is trying to walk, run and cycle within the same allowed slot, they are downright danger.

Les couleurs du crépuscule

I love being on the beach to admire the twilight’s colors on the horizon

Today, an illustration to another French Word of the Day from Transparent Language: “J’adore être sur la plage pour admirer les couleurs du crépuscule à l’horizon.”
Here is the cat, admiring sunset colors from Las Canteras beach.
In other news, Koi pen brushes behave quite nicely when I pass over a colored area with a wet brush. They blend and run into each other like watercolors.
Pictures related to cats and watercolors @ Shutterstock.