Egypt, c.1936. Leaving the Suez canal for the annual “furlough”. L. to r. My aunt Gaud and my father, Cyril. In those days, only two-three years before WWII, travel was done by ship. My family would travel by road or train from Ismaïlia to Port-Saïd, on the coast of Egypt and take the “steamer” across…
My good friend and talented artist Tiffany Choong (scroll down for her site link) once drew my attention to fire hydrants. Does anybody actually see those faithful public servants? No. Only dogs find them useful to… Well. You know. Ever since Tiffany published the above drawing of a hydrant in Singapore, my life has taken…
I was born at 3:44 AM on Mohammad Ali Jinnah Street, at the Seventh Day Adventist Hospital in Karachi, Province of Sindh. Why the Seventh Day Adventist? Not a clue. Most likely our dear Doctor friend Max Meyer had selected the place as being the best for my arrival. Mohammad Ali Jinnah was the founder…
Auto-Tamponeuses. Auto-bumpers. Paris, 1964 “So you can’t turn back the clock, Scotty?” Saint-Sulpice. 2016. Tourists still roam the church, with Dan Brown in hand. “No Sir. I wish I could. I actually tried, but there is just no way.” Saint-Sulpice. 1964. At second glance, there was a guy with a ladder running around everywhere in…
Joy and sorrow. Birth and death. “The common lot of mankind”. Old Will would have said. Only a few months ago I wrote the story of a ceremony I’d witnessed as a child in Africa: the presentation to Society of the Colonel’s son. In the immediate years after Independence, the Colonel (whom I named Boubakar) and…
A great selection of Mexico city street art. Highly recommendable
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