the seaside rocks

apartment

staying at the seaside, in a family apartment from the seventies, doesn't just bring up ready memories. as at night i'm dropping off in front of a romantic b-movie, i catch zeta-jones whispering how cleveland rocks for some. i can't hardly believe there'd be a lotta heart to cleveland, even if singer ian hunter thinks rather so.



jim jarmush's stranger than paradise, portraying hilarious boredom, showed quite the opposite of cleveland (but the cold winter season as shown may have had something to do with that?).

blankenberge pier
entertainment hall

back to the seaside, which isn't boring if you don't think it is. and it was alright,

north sea
cabins

with amber & tangerine sunsets, a thrift shop & recycle gallery, fresh shrimp & cherry beer,

deserted hotel on sea parade

soft rounded local talk from the west in the backgrounds and red, red wine & scrumptious traditional foods from an excellent italian on fishery street.... 

sculpture
artist's name unnoted

probably more diversity in the tiny coastal town than any bigger cosmopolis at the best of times, and coincidingly as good a place as anyone's imaginary cleveland...☻