Pot-Pourri.

Even after two years, I still struggle on every post. 🙂 No matter what the subject is, even when my text is already written or the images “tailored”, selecting, sorting, formatting, reviewing, never takes me less than two hours. (I will get therapy). So I’ve decided to make an experiment, with a new format: “Pot-pourri”,…

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…

War.

War in Jakarta. In Istanbul. In Marseilles. In Bamako, San Bernardino, Tunis, Paris. Beyrouth… This is no travel agency catalogue. Those are cities at war. Cities hit by delusional, brainwashed morons. Cities where blood has been shed. There are more, an apology if I don’t remember them all. And there will be more. More war.…

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…