Pot-pourri thirty-something


Welcome aboard Equinoxio Time-Space Flight thirty-something. Our first stop: Amboseli National Park, Kenya, 1967. Some of our safaris coincided with the rainy season. It took us several hours to cross this particular stretch of a few hundred yards of bush. Our faithful Peugeot 404 would get stuck in the the mud. Push it. Move forward. Get stuck again…


Until the Duty warden arrived in his faithful “Landy” and towed us out. Don’t you love Land-Rovers?


Next stop: San Francisco Hyde Street pier. 2016. There lies a tiny beach with seals playing in the water.


Amsterdam, 2010. “Poor Vince never catches a lucky break.”


…”Party like it is 1888.” The life of Vincent Van Gogh. Amsterdam, 2010.


Auvers-sur-Oise: the tombs of Van Gogh and his brother Theo. Auvers is a small village, north of Paris, in Normandy, but a few miles from our old Normandy house. There is a wheat field right outside the cemetery, with a wide extent of blonde wheat and a few red poppies. Van Gogh died there in 1890. His younger brother Theo,  born in 1857, always supported Van Gogh’s art, financially and emotionally. Theo died less than a year after his brother. The two are now together for eternity. The village is pretty. I will post more on another “flight”.


That is not a window, Tlalpan, Mexico city. 2017.


La pioja, daughter #2’s adorable kitten. Then barely 2-3 months old. La pioja literally means “Little bug”.


La Pioja’s distant aunt and cousins, Tsavo national park, Kenya. 2011. (c)courtesy Alex.


San Juan Chamula, Chiapas, Mexico. 2011. Tzotzil in their traditional dress. Worn daily. Both garments are made of raw wool. The Tzotzil are a Maya people whose language is called: Bats’i k’op, “the true word”. A very poetic name for any language.


Bicycle parking lot, Amsterdam, 2010. Only the Dutch… (can find their bicycle there)


Pier 39, San Francisco. 2016.


Buffalo and cleaning birds, Tsavo National park, Kenya, 2011. Buffaloes are among the most dangerous animals in Africa. The small birds live in a symbiotic relationship with them, cleaning them of fleas, ticks and other parasites. Photo (c)ourtesy Alex.


Pre-Colombian god, Tlalpan, Mexico city, 2017.


“La Marseillaise” by sculptor Rude, on the Arc de Triomphe, Paris. This is one of four “Bas-reliefs” or ronde-bosse, that adorn the Arc de Triomphe. The building was started under Napoleon, in 1806 and only finished in 1836, during the reign of Louis-Philippe, the last King of France. “La Marseillaise” sculpture is inspired by Roman and greek sculpture. The warriors below represent the volunteers of 1792, when France was attacked by all of Europe. The woman above represents Liberty, and seems to be singing: “Allons enfants de la patrie.”


Gwalior, India, c.1899. My great-uncle, Frank Onraët, my grandmother’s eldest brother. Frank was born in 1872 in Etah, in what is now Uttar Pradesh, halfway between Delhi and Lucknow, close to Agra. Frank Onraët, as his father, my great-grandfather Henry-Felix, worked for Rao Scindia, the Maharajah of Gwalior. Hence the “Indian Army” uniform. “Servants” of the Empire and all that…

Need to land shortly in Mexico city for a refill. Lovely to have you on board as always. Until next time… farewell.

28 thoughts on “Pot-pourri thirty-something

  1. Loved the flight. As always a grand tour of time and place. I do have a couple questions. why would anyone try to take a car through what looks like not road. Also in Mexico city if that is not a window, what is it please. Great looking kitty. Hugs

    • Kitty is very sweet. “Not a window” is a reference to surrealist painter Magritte’s “This is not a pipe”. This is not a road? See, in the African bush, there are very few roads. This was more like a narrow dirt path in between the tall grass. Problem was, with the rainy season, the dirt had turned to mud…

  2. Pre-colombian god is intriguing: what are those things at his fingertips?
    Error 404: Road not found. XD XD XD
    Hyde St. Pier reminded me of Natasha St-Pier. Weird connections in my mind. 🙂
    Poor Vince indeed. Funny drawing/painting though. 🙂
    Nice kitties. The latter reminds of “Born free” released the year I was born. Good movie, found it after you wrote about it some time ago.
    Is there a written language for the Tzotzil? Couldn’t find Bats’i k’op in the Unicode map, unless it’s called differently (I used BabelMap v9.0 on Windows).
    Lots of bicycles in that parking. Should remind me not to spell that word wrong again. ^^’
    Would be interesting to see a fictional/virtual fight between a shark and a buffalo. Once saw a video where a buffalo knocked down a few lions that attacked it and got away alive. Yep, dangerous creatures.
    Look at the level of detail on that bas-relief and the 19-th century furniture in the picture below. Compare with today’s “art” and furniture and buildings. They say humanity evolved? I beg to differ.

    Thanks for another great flight. 🙂

    • Fingertips? 🙂 Gloves?
      Natasha St-Pier. Had to llok her up. Does she sing as well as she looks?
      There are probably various Tzotzil written dialects. Latin alphabet. Bats’i k’op? Check here: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idioma_tzotzil
      (I know, KIKIpedia, sorry)
      And yes, the amount of detail has withered. I felt the same when I was looking at the details of the decor in my great-uncle’s portrait.
      Have a nice week-end, mon ami.

      • Gloves? C’mon, you’re too smart for that. Five fingers, three “extensions”. Could be keys (as in keyboard), could be laser points, could be many things. Use your imagination. 😉
        Natasha sings pretty good and she’s cute. Well, time always leaves its marks but still. 😉

        I’ve read the Wiki (yeah, I can understand Spanish well enough, I’ve read some of Virginie’s articles too) but still no hints whether there’s a different name for the language. Maybe the Unicode Consortium didn’t find it interesting enough to add it to the Unicode map (as of version 9.0).

        Where’s this world heading to…?
        Enjoy a fine weekend, mon cher Brieuc! 🙂

    • My pleasure Julie. (I don’t think I’ll ever reach 63 countries. Lost count a while ago. But if I may contribute…) Tzotzil are indeed. And each village has a different pattern of huipil dress. Amazing.

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