A week ago these two dining chairs suddenly appeared on the path around Paimpont Lake. Where they came from and why they are there is a local mystery so today's misty weather offered a fitting way to capture them.
It's either a sad, weepy love story as Sebastian @365projectorgsebgritt has suggested or that a wife told a husband to find another place for his old favorite chairs, so he did. Your image has engaged the imagination with the possible story lines.
The story goes something like this. I took this shot on 2 December and like all of you was completely bemused by the arrival of these 2 chairs. The weather was still balmy and it's fisherman who normally frequent the bank just there. They bring folding stools, tackle, keepnets and the like. I've yet to see an angler bring a dining chair. Their rods etc. are the equivalent to our cameras, lenses etc.
I take the same shot of these chairs for several days before I meet a lady I think might know. Bingo! She saw a man unload these 2 respectable oak dining chairs and place them in the shade. Although she doesn't know this man, she knows that he's elderly and not in the best of health.
After some pondering I went to the Mairie/Town Hall and asked if anyone was looking for a pair of chairs. Rosine looked at me askance! I explained, she shrugged. The French have made shrugging an art form. It encapsulates every emotion and opinion from 'I'm from Barcelona, I know nothing' to 'I'm all right, Jacques. What do I care?'
So, almost 2 weeks later, some man and/or his wife may be wondering what happened to 2 decent chairs. Meanwhile, folk walk past them every day and no attempt has been made to steal them.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry...but I have cured my compulsive photographing disorder of 2 chairs!
the story doesn't quite solve the mystery ... but my practical side wonders how long they will stay in good condition while subjected to the lakeside climates.
As it's panto season may I say it has definitely not fallen between two stools.
The story goes something like this. I took this shot on 2 December and like all of you was completely bemused by the arrival of these 2 chairs. The weather was still balmy and it's fisherman who normally frequent the bank just there. They bring folding stools, tackle, keepnets and the like. I've yet to see an angler bring a dining chair. Their rods etc. are the equivalent to our cameras, lenses etc.
I take the same shot of these chairs for several days before I meet a lady I think might know. Bingo! She saw a man unload these 2 respectable oak dining chairs and place them in the shade. Although she doesn't know this man, she knows that he's elderly and not in the best of health.
After some pondering I went to the Mairie/Town Hall and asked if anyone was looking for a pair of chairs. Rosine looked at me askance! I explained, she shrugged. The French have made shrugging an art form. It encapsulates every emotion and opinion from 'I'm from Barcelona, I know nothing' to 'I'm all right, Jacques. What do I care?'
So, almost 2 weeks later, some man and/or his wife may be wondering what happened to 2 decent chairs. Meanwhile, folk walk past them every day and no attempt has been made to steal them.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry...but I have cured my compulsive photographing disorder of 2 chairs!
The denouement! Grotte Trot this morning...and no chairs. Fait accompli? Methinks festive elves?