Scotty is still on holiday, fishing in Scotland around 1896, with Dr Watson, not quite sure whether with John or Joan. In Scotty’s stead, Mr Spock is at the helm. “Spock, ready for some fun?”
“Define ‘fun’, Sir?”
“Never mind, Spock. Above: procession last Sunday in Tlalpan, a street away from the house. (C)ourtesy AMO. Jump Spock, please.”
Palais de Tokyo, Paris. 1937.
Amsterdam, 1965. Little sister, in a Breton outfit. Breizh bepred. (Vive la Bretagne!)
Chinatown. Somewhere. “Spock? Have you any idea?”
“Yes, Sir. Last year. Mexico city. All passengers and crew: ready to jump!”
Table set, origin unknown. Initial design circa 1956. Text in Aulde Frenche reads: “Fanny’s Bistrot, Provence herbs cooking since 1906”.
Gare du Nord, Northern Station. Paris, 2016. Architect: Lewis Carroll.
Atitlán lake, Guatemala, c. 2000 AD. There are close to a dozen different Maya-Quiché communities around the lake. Each with a distinctive costume, headwear and dialect. And most dialects cannot understand the others…
Rue Jacob, Paris, 1918.
Irish cemetery, near Dublin, 1983. Jump!
1956, Phnomh-Penh, Cambodia. Yours truly.
Street art hunting, metro Nationale, 13th arrondissement, Paris, July 2018.
La casa del gnomo, the Gnome’s house, Tlalpan, 2017. The top of the door is no more than 1.30 meter. 4 ft 6 for the non-metric enlightened?
The last night in Paris, August 2018. I always go to the Seine and Notre-Dame. 🙂
“Sublimez l’instant.” Sublimate the moment. A new series: “The adventures of Panama Joe.” (It really is a 10 bucks paper hat made in China bought in Saint-Michel. But, hush. Don’t tell him). Glass of wine is Brouilly. July 23d, Paris.
“And I held my breath.” Et j’ai retenu mon souffle…
Thank you for hopping along on Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle. Thank you Mr Spock, that went smoothly. Please message Scotty he can stay fishing in 1895 as long as he wishes. No hurry. A breathless weekend to all.