A bl..dy shame

The people have voted for (Small) Britain to leave the European Union. A bloody shame. (Pardon my French.) There is research a-plenty to support the wisdom of crowds. (See James Surowiecki and Francis Galton. Wisdom of crowds appears most accurate when estimating the weight of a cow. The particularly variety of the cow is not…

Last train to the Kingdom

The battle of Trafalgar marked the beginning of the end of Napoleon’s ambitions. Tomorrow, Brits will flip a coin. All polls hover at 50/50 REMAIN or leave. This post may be the last with the Kingdom inside the EU. Maybe the last post for the United Kingdom. The Scots have already announced they would secede…

Who are those children?

I know very little about those children. Just bits and pieces. They must be between 8 and 12 years old. They live in Addis-Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia. I finished high school there at the Franco-Ethiopian Lycée Guebre Mariam.Swear to God. Close to half a century ago.  🙂 Who are those kids? I can only…

Pot-pourri six fois trois dix-huit

My last two posts, “The black Queen”, and “1916. The bride wore black” were a tad dark. So I thought this Pot-Pourri # 18 might add some colour. Above: Notre-Dame. Without flood. I felt relieved after seeing this solicitor’s advertisement in London. Street art, Mexico city. Probably did not have the right solicitor. Metro station,…

1916. The bride wore black.

La mariée était en noir. The bride wore black. June 1916. Exactly a century ago. WWI had started two years before. Two years of massive slaughter. For nonsignificant gains in the front line in the north and northeast of France. My grandfather, Louis Prodault, his brothers, cousins and in-laws, had been fighting for two years…