Geraniums on the patio

We stayed in a wonderful town called Vence (pronounced Vaance).  Our hotel was up on a hill that had view of the mountains and on a clear day you could see all the way to the Mediterranean.  The owner of the hotel was into gardening and had many plant vignettes, old trees etc. to paint.  On several occasions before we'd leave for our daily outing adventures we'd sit around the property, drink coffee and paint little scenes.  This was one of those days.  I loved the cracks in the old pot holding the geraniums.