Hearts and Flowers

I have no truck with St. Valentine's Day, as the woman who wanted to sell us a bunch of flowers today found out. She tried her best; starting with a dozen red roses, progressing through sprays of carnations, posies of narcissi and finally a single wilting rose, she thrust her offerings at our lunch table trying to shame my husband into coughing up for floral display.  I hate this exploitative hard sell that makes people buy overpriced goods because of the date.  She took a long time to give up but eventually wheeled away her trolley of fading blooms, leaving us a single rose petal as a symbol of her defeat and our refusal to act like sheep.

But to prove that I have not completely descended into grumpy-old-womanism, here are a few snaps of today's hearts and flowers in Bodrum for you romantics out there. .