Enticing glimpses of a tropical garden are visible through these shutters in Vanuatu.
I remember the first time I had fresh figs: I bought a bag from a woman selling them beside a road in Jordan. I had only ever eaten dried figs before (stewed into baggy pyramid shapes with pronounced stems, tough on the outside and seedy on the inside), so was curious. What a revelation! Sweet, juicy and full of flavour. Sadly, no supermarket fresh fig has ever come close to the glory of those Jordanian roadside figs, but I’ve discovered that they go extremely well with blue cheese. In the words of this week’s photo challenge, they are a good match.
Now there’s a catchy word: vomitorium. Nothing — although you might think so — to do with relieving an over-full stomach. Rather, the word describes a passage through which large numbers of people could rapidly leave an entertainment venue, such as an amphitheatre. (source) This particular vomitorium is in the Roman amphitheatre in Cadiz, Spain.
Last year was The Year of the Monkey; now we’re into The Year of the Rooster. In Sydney, everything gets in on the celebrations. The rooster above, and in the two photos below, stands proudly under the dome of the Queen Victoria Building. (The header photo is a sign in the Westfield Sydney shopping mall.)
Lanterns in the streets.
Banners in the streets.
Of course, it’s not all celebrations. No retailer with an eye on the bottom line is going to miss such a marketing opportunity. These are in the windows of the Hermes store — though I admit, they looked much better when I first spotted them, at night with no reflections (and no camera!).
Here’s the offering from department store Myer. I’m not convinced this rooster is all that successful.
Even the lottery gets in on the act! (And no, I didn’t win a thing on this scratch card.)
Yes, I know, Random Fridays has taken a break — but it’s back, baby!
Here is the first photo off the rank: clusters of pink and white flowers oh-so-casually (not!) left on a wooden railing. This was taken on the Hermitage Foreshore Walk, which runs along Sydney Harbour. When I spotted the flowers, I did wonder — who had picked them? how long had that person held them as s/he walked along? why did they decide to stop carrying them? why arrange them so carefully when abandoning them?