“Pot-pourri” nummer fir.

Invisible. (A market stall, San Cristobal de las casas, Chiapas, Mexico. 2011) Cité-Jardin, Lyon, France. A city for the blue-collar, designed and built in the 20’s-30’s. Champs de Mars, Paris. 2015. Firenze la magnífica. 2014. (Couldn’t resist the play-on-words) My faithful 40 year-old Ray-bans. Lost them last year. Oh, I cried. Male ostrich. Nairobi National…

Pot-pourri numéro 3

Air Space Museum, Washington Dulles airport. Another plane is on display: the Enola Gay, the B-29 Superfortress bomber that dropped the first nuclear bomb on Hiroshima on August 6 1945. It looks small by today’s standards. I felt a chill in my bones as I looked at it. Couldn’t help but remember the stopped clock,…

Pot-pourri Numéro 2

That one’s easy. Liverpool? No. Birmingham? No. Think again. Brighton? No. Her Majesty’s one and (many) (Buckingham) Palace(s). Satan’s dead end. Paris, 20th arrondissement. Not a joke. A real street. Right around the corner from my brother’s workshop. Not even half a “blog” away. That street inspired me a story called “Banquete de pordioseros”, Beggars’…