les balcones

In Perpignan, the Castillet, has magnificent projections with true Catalan lighting . . .

 . .   day-to-day decoration – functional but also arranged with a stylish eye.  In Illes – sur – Tet, cascades of Ipomoea (Morning Glory)  . . .

and something more architectural here . . .

and in Rue Fusterie, even more so. In Rue du Four St Jean, selective treatment of the items for the balconies . . .

and festive lights hang decorously here.

In Place Joseph Dupres, religious additions make the composition . . .

 A climbing rose contributes to the delicacy in San Antonin . . .

 . .  and more substantial, as part of the construction, as against an appendage . . .

 . . . the ancient timber and tufa building . . .

 . . and extremely simple with Shakespeare to conclude.

It is the east and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief (5)
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love! (10)
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
I am too bold: ’tis not to me she speaks.  William Shakespeare  Romeo and Juliet