At a restaurant in Tlalpan, Mexico city. July 2016. The restaurant is housed in an old colonial 17th-18th century house. A very nice setting.
Notre-Dame. In memory of those killed and injured in Paris on November 13th last year.
London, 2015. I can’t for the life of me remember the name of the place/museum. I need to write stuff down… 😉
Moctezuma, the (one before) last Emperor of Mexico. “He who throws arrows into the sky”. Tlalpan, Mexico city. 2016.
Palais de Tokyo (Museum of modern arts) Paris. 2015. Erato was the Greek Muse of lyric poetry. Her name meant “loved” or “desired”.
Amazon forest, 2006. Frog. Not the French variety. 🙂
“Monsieur Hulot”, Saint-Marc-sur-mer, Brittany. 2013. Mr Hulot was a character created and played in the 50’s and 60’s by French Director Jacques Tati. A tall, absent-minded man who “struggles” silently against the woes of the modern world. (Did I just write “woes”? OMG. This is almost as bad writing as “a stunning woman”.) 😦
Paris, August 2016. In an incredible though fortunately short period of Germany/Merkel bashing in France, this photograph of a younger “mutti” says: “When she was young, she was a bit more ‘fun'”. (See what I mean about bashing?)
Colonial-style house. Tlalpan, Mexico city. 2016.
Near Les Halles, Paris, this summer. Around the end of endless renovation works of the forum. This is close to Saint-Eustache church. Checked out Agnès B. She owns a brand of ready-to-wear clothes and supports street artists. I like the result. Do you?
Please fasten your seat-belts as the Equinoxio Time-Space shuttle is reaching its destination. Un bon week-end à tutti, todos, alles, all.