Cow, Catriona, Corsica

I'm still not quite sold on the Cow Parade. Yes, it is the world's largest public art project. Yes, sculpture is demystified by presenting such whimsical bovines. They invite interaction, do they not? And yet? I find myself yearning for putti. Myself, I have never had too many qualms about posing with public artworks. Anyway, here pose I with a cow decked out in Corsican regalia. If I look a little strained, it is due to the effort of trying to come to some witty, insightful, critical conclusions on the cows.

Nonetheless, this photo provides me with the occasion to note the following.
1. I am catching a ferry to Corsica tomorrow. Not only will this ferry take me from Marseilles to Bastia, it will allow me to indulge my Mediterranean pirate/stowaway/sailor fantasies.
2. I am travelling to Bastia and from thence to Porte Leccia and Lozzi to go woofing for another ten days.
3. It is more than likely that I will not be online, updating this blog, answering emails, procrastinating on Facebook, pursuing random Google searches until close to the end of August, at which point I will be in either Sardinia, Genoa, Naples or Genoa, depending on how strenuous I am feeling, how strenuous my woofing interlude has been, and, of course, the whims of the tides and winds.