Pot-pourri 24 times two


Veracruz, Mexico, 2003. Blue crab on our doorstep. We’d rented a house by the beach. There were dozens of those blue crabs everywhere.


The Eiffel tower, from the Musée de l’Homme. Paris, 2016.


The Forest Mother. Tlalpan. 2017.

2013 Paris 429

The little men of Guérande. Brittany. 2010. Guérande is renowned for its sea salt.


A procession in the streets of Tlalpan, week-end before last. A remnant of century old traditional dances of the villages. The bearded “man”, (danced here by a woman actually) is a representation of the conquering Spaniards. Masks used to be made of wood. I have a few in my library. This one was is in nylon. Easier to breathe.


Galerie Barthoux, Paris. c.2015. Some of you know I love Lichtenstein. If I had the means to buy ART, I’d “buy me” a Lichtenstein. (And a Mondrian too)


“Seriously?” This morning. Tlalpan, Mexcio city. (And, no, a wheelchair does NOT fit on the right either)

IMG_7467-Pga 04-A

Praga. 2004. Praga has to be one of the world’s three most beautiful cities… I was going through old prints this week-end, and found the above. I knew I’d seen it in Paul’s great Prague Post:

Prague’s Old Town, medieval glories and rapcious tourism

SA 2013 Paris 107“The plantation. No branches”. Rue Montorgueil, Paris. c.2014


Palace nights, Mexico. The “Palacio de hierro”, the Iron palace is one of Mexico’s top department stores. (c) Palacio de hierro.


Salonique or Thessaloniki, Greece, c.1917. The nurse in the centre is Marthe Goutière, a cousin of my grandmother Julie, both born in India, in French families established there since the 1700’s.

This photograph was taken a century ago, never ceases to amaze me. The allies had opened an eastern front in Thessaloniki. Cousin Marthe, according to the family lore wanted to be a Doctor, which was still frowned upon for women. Became a nurse instead. And spent the entire war tending the wounded of the French Army. The officers in the picture wear typical French uniforms – and moustache – of that time. The campaign lasted from 1915 to 1918, the end of the war. The medal Marthe is wearing seems to be the Croix de Guerre, the highest decoration awarded in time of war. She died in 1918, of the Spanish Influenza, which killed 50 to 100 million people the world over. Way above the 18-20 million dead of WWI.



27 thoughts on “Pot-pourri 24 times two

  1. That wheelchair sign is absolutely hilarious! The last photo is so nostalgic…what a pity she couldn’t become a doctor and ended up dying along with millions in a very dark time in history.
    I enjoy all your photo’s!

    • Dankie Dina. 🙂 Those were dark days. two of my grandmother’s sisters died of tubercolisis. in the 20’s. Cousin Marthe… well, she did a lot of good as a nurse. And the wheelchair thing? The city guys got an order to lower all street corners down for wheelchairs, so they did it. They’re actually pratical for baby carriages. (Not this one) 😉

  2. There are two medals there, one is dark the other is light, harder to see.
    Maybe the ‘Spanish flu’ was the real war. “Someone” never ceases to believe that there are way too many human (and not only) beings on this Earth.
    Too bad we can’t read the writings on Mother Forest’s back and the log to the right. “Y si volveramos nacer, volveramos…” ? There’s mention of San Agustin somewhere too.
    Have you seen Tomorrowland? There’s a scene there where they climb up the Eiffel tower, find a secret room, pull some levers and the tower opens up launching a shuttle to… well, no spoilers. 🙂
    The blue crab is amazing, at first I thought it’s a ceramic replica or a stuffed one. 🙂

  3. That crab looks like something someone put together for a joke. Or an art exhibit. I’ve reached the age where I sometimes have trouble telling them apart, but it’s okay since I enjoy the confusion.

  4. I absolutely love love love your pot-pourri posts. It’s a time, a few moments, I take to look and wonder. Sometimes I see photos that remind me of places I’ve seen, been. Like the conquistador with the mask. I lived in Tepoztlan in Morelos one Easter and stood on the plaza and watched a swirl of these dancers, Indios from the mountain pueblos, I was told, “brinca” around and around around the plaza for hours and hours.
    Thank you for your gift of these precious times when I stop, look, wonder, remember. J.

  5. now I’m singing Johnny Cash’s song “I’ve been everywhere”, you never cease to amaze with your collection and where you’ve been, I feel though, as if i’m time traveling with you on your blog journeys 🙂 and what a shame about that wheelchair entrance…..no thoughts behind that one apparently ❤ and I'd take a "Roy" too ❤

    • Johnny Cash? OMG. “I’ve traveled every road in this here land.” (Not quite) “I’ve been everywhere, man”? Even been to Diamantina and Chattanooga. (The latter a big let down)
      Thanks for the song. A very good one. ❤

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s