A view with a room.
A quiet street in a quiet town.
When everyone is outside you have the room to yourself.
From her window the Countess saw that the angry citizens had returned to their humble homes.
The old bakery has been alteredinto a chambre d'hotes.The view remained.
Outside in.
Always a tree trying to block the view !
The nearest neighbour beyond hollering distance.
Art plays an important part.Fuel for my mind.
The garden,a room outside.
The outside can be very inspiring........
Rooftiles are different everywhere.
I am looking out. I am an insider wondering if the views to come will eventually reveal my identity. Anyhow,they will tell the tale of my surroundings.
And to my surprise the people outside were looking outside as if to prove they were unlike plants.
But on the other side of the building, the plants were eager to get inside.
Although, inside , artists showed their view on the world around them, the world outside often caught my eye.