You will not see me driving a fancy car. A B.M or anything like that. I’m strictly functional. We’ve been driving German cars at home for 15 years. Reasonably good line. Strong and sturdy (Ideal for mexican streets). Reliable. German! I might be tempted by a Jaguar type E or a Triumph TR3 (see below) but that’s it. Now, once in a while, my eye (and camera) is drawn to an old car. Like the MG above, caught in Bogotá, Colombia. Looks like the little boy likes it too!
2CV Citroën. Bois de Vincennes. Paris
A 2CV Citroën. The French response to VW’s Beetle. Basically a chassis, an engine, 2 Horsepowers, a steering wheel and an umbrella in lieu of a roof. A couple of friends had one at college. Incredible suspension, but funny in curves.
Merry-go-round, Bois de Vincennes. Cars for kids!
Traction avant Citroën, near Boulevard St-Germain.
A fabulous car. Played an important role in the Liberation of Paris in August ’44. Driven by the FFI (Free French Forces of the Interior) and by Simenon’s Commissaire Maigret. (It took a Belgian to create the greatest french Police officer character!). This one is parked illegally in a delivery-only slot. 🙂
Dishes factory, Brussels.
How this little Fiat got inside the shop… Beats me: Maybe the owner doesn’t have a garage?
Not quite sure, but I think this is a Lancia. The Pont des arts is behind and the Académie Française to the right. Design by Pinin Farina?
Renault 4. Right bank, near the Prefecture de Police, Paris
Renault launched this “family” model in the sixties. My first car was one of those. Second-Hand. Spray-painted it blue over a week-end with a couple of friends. The paint helped keep the rust together.
Chevrolet, Mexico city. Late fifties?
Just making sure everybody is following. That is not a car. Just a fun lorry, “Transports et excursions”, from Alsace. But shot in Paris.
That is not a car either. Or is it? The French call it a “Pot de Yaourt”, a yogurth! Can’t pack more than a briefcase but easy to park.
Another non-car. Electrical. Italian. Shot in Milan.
A lovely Fiat 500. In Florence.
My mother and her Triumph TR3. C.1967. Nairobi.
The TR3 was a great car. Racy line. Good acceleration. No seat belts then, just hang on to your bucket seat. Very low and hard suspension. Skidded a bit in curves. But what the heck!
Same, circa 1968 in the house’s driveway in Nairobi. Soooo Carnaby Street!
Back to “modern” times. A 2chevaux prepped for a wedding. Beats any limo. Brittany, 2013.
Anonymous. Nice parking technique. (c) Nouvelles Images.
The little boy’s driving a Wolkswagen sport coupé with paddles. Judging by his clothes and the car behind, a DKW junior, ancestor of today’s Audis, and the plates, I would say “West Germany, early sixties”. The boy’s parking technique is very pro. But he’s cheating: see his right (bare) foot below the car? He’s pushing the car in place with his feet!
Have a nice week-end. And drive safely! 🙂