For many people Sunday is a trip to the DIY store or better still a garden centre.
Often the big DIY shops incorporate a garden centre, a cafe too serving up a version of Sunday lunch. It's almost a day out.
I'm not knocking it. I'd encourage everyone to give it a go as an entertainment if nothing else. Leave all your money, except what you might need for emergencies, at home.
Take a notebook and pencil, one big enough to make sketches and diagrams in too. You never know what you might find to tickle your interest, your fancy, your creative juices.
Try not to have a set plan of action but strive to not follow any directions indicated by instore signs. In Ikea for instance enter via the till section, the exit and track back into the shop from there. This is easily done, don't worry about being told off, you won't be, and if you are, well ignore them.
View the experience in the same way as visiting a gallery or museum.
Take photographs, make sketches, write poems.
If something really grabs you appropriate it as a new work. Give it a title, write it on a piece of paper and label the piece. This will hopefully encourage new interpretations by other visitors, shoppers, of what they are seeing.
Don't leave until you have created, revealed, at least one new work.
Coneeally read in the centre grounds during the Yves Klein and super modernist architect Claude Parent show of 2013.
“Consider how boring it is within our homes. The kid stays in the assigned kid’s room while the grown-up sits on an inherited couch in another room. We’re completely overfurnished. What would it be like on the other hand, if space were understood more playfully, more free, if movement and being in a space also could mean climbing, reclining, sliding?” - Claude Parent
Travelling to St Tropez in summer is better by sea than road.
A shuttle service runs every 15 minutes between Sainte Maxime and her more famous neighbour. Out across the Golfe. Sit inside if you don’t want to get wet, especially on choppy days, outside for exhilaration and the view.
You go to St Tropez, when you’re on the Côte d’Azur, because you feel you have to. In the season it’s as much a theme park as any other.
Day-trip in August if you must but come back, if you can, in October or April. Savour the difference.
Everywhere on the Côte D’Azur lays claim to a little bit of Pablo Picasso.
On a short dérive, a walking without purpose around Antibes, I come across the Musée Picasso.
The museum is closed as it’s a Monday. There is no big sign to say so and I watch several couples and a family trek up the ramp to the entrance and then back down again.
Pablo appears on huge wall hangings in Mougins, Cannes, Antibes, Monaco. Most often in just his vest and boxer shorts. So much so, that I’m shocked to see him in Cannes, in a suit and tie, getting out of a car at the film festival.