At the back of the kitchen sink are some old tiles which Clive and I found in a Brocante in Beziers and Clive stuck on the wall.

I know nothing about tiles but feel that these must have been around for a while.
Often while I wash up (as I often do!) I find myself studying them- they were all individually painted, not one is identical to an other although there are certain similarities, these, , one imagines,the work of one hand.

They are pleasant individual works of art to study while one mindlessly washes up.