A Rajah on his prize elephant. Delhi c. 1970. (Love that painting!)
Montmartre last year. “I love you” in French suburbs slang. The handwritten “over-tag” to the right says: “pas nous” (We don’t) Hehe!
Amélie Poulain’s true, one and only grocery store. (Maison Collignon). Down below the Sacré-Coeur of Montmartre. Honestly I couldn’t tell you on which street. I “find” it once every two or three years, depending on the route going down. The other two years? They probably shift it to “The Twilight Zone”, French version.
Baboon. Nairobi National Park, c.1967. With those “buggers”, make sure all your windows are up, latched, locked and secure…
La Conciergerie, Paris, where Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette were held during the Revolution.
Hyderabad of the Sind. En route to. c.1950.
Howler monkey (Allouatta palliata mexicana). Lacandon forest, Chiapas Mexico. 2011. There were packs of those in the trees above our cabins in the forest. The male has an extremely loud call, sounds like a lion in the trees. Though they are relatively small: 20-25 inches long without tail, the males have a “boom-boom” box under the chin that amplifies the sound. Startling alarm clock at the break of dawn.
This is the end of another journey in Time and Land. A special thanks to my niece, Diana Catalina Moreno A., for the Howler Monkey picture. Her camera is waaaay better than mine. Gracias Cathy…;)