An octopus’s garden

I once stayed in an octopus’s garden, under the sea. The time? Long ago. Around Woodstock. Though, in our neck of Africa, news traveled slowly. And I never really heard about Woodstock until two years later when I saw the movie in a cramped Quartier Latin cinema. The place? A small resort on the coast…

San Francisco 1965

San Francisco’s cable car. I understand it’s still working. Back then in 1965, to the little boy that I was, fresh out of Africa, it was very cool. Note the hairdos on the women, and the white socks and black jeans on one of the passengers pushing the car. (Elvis wasn’t very far) The streets…