True Colours Thursday - Scarlet. And would you say the world is a big place?

This first picture has a bit of scarlet but also a large amount of beige in it. I included this one because I missed last Thursday's post and because I promised a certain bear that I would include a Blenheim Palace or a Woodstock photo in a post. As promised... Phoebe enjoys her scarlet doggybed.

This is our beautiful scarlet Kosta Boda vase that doesn't normally stand on the edge of our dining table but occupies a safer place in a glass cabinet, together with some other precious, not terribly cat-proof items.

So very British (somewhere in Oxford).

Mevrouw (or Mrs.) Bezema, and she's not only in this post because she's wearing a scarlet coat. There is a story attached to this photo:

And this is the story: As you may well know by now, a couple of years ago I followed a short course in Art History in Oxford. I stayed in a room in Trinity College, where the lectures were given. There were quite a lot of other Dutch people who were following that course. Not everybody stayed in college, some of them stayed in hotels nearby. The people who had a room in Trinity College had their breakfast in the beautiful College dining room. One morning at breakfast I sat opposite a very nice lady and we came to talk about why we were there and where we came from, that sort of thing. The lady told me she used to be a geography teacher in Amsterdam. 'Oh', I said, 'I was born in Amsterdam and lived there for 15 years.' 'Which school did you go to', she asked. 'Cartesiuslyceum', I said. 'That's where I taught! What was the name of your Geography teacher?' My brain was creaking but I couldn't for the life of me remember what the lady who taught us Geography was called. I could remember that she was a very sweet lady though, but what the hell was her name? 'I am mevrouw Bezema', she said. MEVROUW BEZEMA! That was it! My Geography teacher of 25 years ago was sitting there, in Oxford, directly opposite me, having her breakfast. And I did not recognize her. But she did not recognize me either. I was in her class for about two years or so and neither of us left a lasting impression.

It's a very, very small world.

(The eagle-eyed reader has spotted mevrouw Bezema at the breakfast table, but since I am taking the picture, it is not me that is sitting opposite her. And I didn't have my breakfast yet, just woken up, a bit wonky on the old legs, so the photo might just be a little bit crooked and unclear. Or we could say that it is an artistic photo.)

True Colours Thursday is hosted by our bloggerfriend Poopsie a.k.a. Blue.