Elizabeth II Regina just turned thirty. For the third time. Many happy returns of the day, and God save our gracious Queen and all that.
Near Saint-Nazaire, in Southern Brittany. Breizh bepred. Vive la Bretagne!
The kiss. Street art New York. (c) and courtesy Alexandra.
“For every building to come out of the ground, one workman is buried a day”. In view of current widespread strikes and protests in Paris, I thought I would post this… piece of street literature by the most left-wing union in Paris. One worker buried a day? In France? Come on? Seriously?
Vervet monkey. Kenya. C. 1969.
Palais de Tokyo. Paris.
A house with a view. Conakry, Guinea, West Africa. c. 1962
The restroom at the tiny, tiny airfield in Saint-Nazaire, just before boarding the tiniest plane I’ve ever flown in. (OMG). Pilot: my brother-in-law, Philippe. (Glad to report he’s an excellent pilot)
Place de la Concorde, Paris. can you figure out the perspective? 🙂
Cobra at the Nairobi Herpetarium. C. 1967. The gentleman with a beard was the Director of the Institute. I forgot his name. We used to call him Dr Muller, after a Tintin character. (The cobra has all its fangs and has not been “milked” of its venom. Brrrr.)
Adèle Blanc-Sec, a French Comic strip heroin, at the Museum of Natural History in Paris (well worth the visit). One of Adèle’s adventures takes place in the Museum.
“Dead-end?” Street art, Florence. No offense meant to anyone’s beliefs, please.
That’s all folks. (Whistling the tune). Have a great week-end.
The ususal (c)