Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The magnificent blue tiled mosque rises up onion domes and all. Probably be transformed into a fantastic boutique hotel in a few years time, the toast of the capital for a fortnight.
Posted by Studio Procter at 8:42 AM
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Good food is served endlessly and the first race, frantic calls are made for tips, no source is too spurious. The afternoon passes so quickly and on the last race win almost 300 pounds, it is a magical and unreal end. We all drift, drinks in hand, hats at a more relaxed angle, lazily, contentedly from the stadium. And near the gates we realize the great singing has begun around the bandstand. Everyone is together flags have appeared, everyone is singing, everyone is together.
Never in my life have I seen such a vast mass of people all so utterly and completely joyous. And I feel so proud of this sceptered isle.
Posted by Studio Procter at 11:10 PM
Saturday, June 11, 2011
The Hotel Negresco is a listed monument it sits in front of the bluest sea.
It is filled with priceless art from another age and also worthless art of the present. The owner, a wonderful old woman, has taken the entire fifth floor as her home. In the dining room of the michelin starred restaurant her table sits ever ready. Respect.
An ancient carousel has been dismembered to decorate the bistro. Every hour it springs to life, beautiful antique wooden horses dance above your table to a real fairground music box jangle whilst little scary dolls clash miniature cymbals. The waiters here must go completely insane.
Posted by Studio Procter at 9:17 AM