Pot-pourri twenty-cinque

The best laid plans… I was thinking of posting a Paris promenade, but Time, the eternal thief, got the better of me. So here is a pot-pourri “twenty-cinque”. Starting with a monster motif on top of Milan’s cathedral. “Muscle your piano. AVC (stroke). Trauma to the head…” Paris, Rue des Pyrénées. 2015. The house of…

Pot-pourri veinticuatro

San Francisco. July 2016. I would gladly buy the little blue house. But I understand real state prices in Frisco belong to another dimension. The Twilight Zone maybe? 🙂 Sophia Loren. A few years ago. (Gentlemen don’t tell). On the wall of a restaurant. Cuernavaca, Mexico. July 2016. The 7th (street) Art. London. 2015. Marcello…

A Paris promenade # 3

Le Pont des arts, last year. It has since improved a bit. Street art: an ode to Marcel Duchamp… La Danse by Carpeaux. Façade of the Opera-Garnier. The door to the Musée de Cluny, a unique museum dedicated to the Middle Ages. And host to the tapestries of the Lady of the Unicorn. Street emoticon:…

For the love of elephants

My little sister was always scared to death by elephants. When we lived in East Africa, many a week-end and all school holidays meant “safari”. A swahili name that just means “trip”. And off we’d go to see lions, cheetahs, giraffes, zebra, gazelles and elephants. And Sis’ would recoil inside the car whenever my father…

A Paris promenade (#2)

Porte Dorée, near Vincennes. This building was built in the thirties to house the Ministry of colonies. In short, to administer the Empire. After Independence, in the sixties, it was converted into the “Musée des arts africains et océaniens”, the Museum of African and Pacific arts. A fabulous museum and one of my favourite destinations…

Pot-Pourri numéro vingt-trois

“Jouet de l’océan.” The ocean’s toy. Brittany 2013. Didn’t feel like sailing on this boat. Mont-Blanc, the white mountain, 1989. One of the craziest things I have ever done. Climb Europe’s highest mountain. 4,810 metres. 15,780 ft for the non-metric trained. Cable-car, on Powell St. San Francisco, 2016. Little bunnies. At the American embassy, Conakry,…

Verdun

Originally posted on Behind the White Coat:
He fell to his knees, gasping for air. A strange sensation at his fingers brought confusion and he glanced down at his hands. They were clutching a knife, his knife, sticky with blood.? A dark crumpled form lay a few feet away, its face buried in the damp…