Spock and Scotty just came back from their fishing trip in 19th century Scotland. Spock is delighted and now rolls his R’s as a true Scot. All set and ready to explore the time-space continuum. Fasten seat belts. Scotty? Engines running? Spock? Ready to hop? (Above: the day of the Dead, Tlalpan, Mexico, 2017.) JUMP!
Chac, the God of rain, Uxmal, Yucatán, June ’78. Hop!
Karachi, Pakistan, 1950. My parents’ second car, a traction avant Citroën. How on earth did they get the car from France to Pakistan?
Praga, 2004. Such baroque architecture can also be found all across Latin America, all the way to Brazil.
Flying saucers in formation, Iceland, last week. According to Spock, those are Klingon warships. Photo (c)ourtesy Gini.
After. With a bonus telephone included. Jump!
L. to r. Julius Caesar, c. 52BC, Neil Armstrong, c.1969AD. Sketch by my mother, Renée.
Yin and Yang, UNAM, National Autonomous University of Mexico, 2016. Jump.
Tower Bridge, London, 2016. (Built in 1894). I thought it was older…
Bouche dorée, a macumba priestess in Salvador da Bahía, Brazil. By Hugo Pratt, a magnificent Italian artist. Some would kill to buy that original… (All rights reserved…)
Tlalpan, Mexico, last week. A genuine Ferrari, just around the corner from our house. Not exactly the kind of car to leave in the street… I took this shot in a hurry. When I came back twenty minutes later, it was gone.
Place Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Paris, 2016. A Rajahstan nobleman by Jimmy Nelson. There was a fabulous expo at the “La Hune” library, twenty yards to the left. Sorry to say the library burned and has not yet been reopened. Jump!
Venice in Mexico by Dolce and Gabbana. 2017.
Brexiters rushing to leave the UK, before the inevitable disaster. (I should have cropped that one a wee bit…)
Karachi, Pakistan, October 1951. The Prime Minister, standing right is (in)discretely tickling my mother’s shoulder at a cocktail. See her face. (“Should I provoke a diplomatic incident?”). My father, in the black tux, looks down, wondering what is going on. Note the very “chic” handbag on my mother’s left forearm. I wonder whether she used it to swing at the Premier? (Some things seem to never change…)
Spock, Scotty, stabilize the vortex engines, please.
To all our passengers: thank you for joining us on Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle. Until next trip, fare thee well.