A morning walk, Bogotá


“The mother of Light”. There is an electricity plant a block and a half away from my mother-in-law’s. The walls had just been painted afresh. I’ve seen this particular artist in my previous – and exciting – street art safari in Bogotá. I will look for the other mural for comparison.


“What’s on the menu?”. Usaquen, Bogotá. I’ve already published a night version of this.


“The hand”, by Fernando Botero. Botero is one of the most well-known Colombian artists, with a very particular style. I am not a  big fan of Botero, but since there is a Botero museum in Bogotá, which we’d never seen… Well, it is very much worth it. Whether you like Botero or not.


Driving down the Andes. I’ve “done” this road more than a hundred times. I’ve seen it evolve from a murderous two-lane road to a highway. This time,  there were new “actors” in the scenery. Walking down the road, on foot, small groups of Venezuelans, who’ve fled their country. To walk all the way south to Peru. In small groups. Families, parents with small children, pushing their sad suitcases down the Andes, with all their meagre possessions.

By the time we passed them, they’d already walked close to a thousand miles. Climbed 9,000 feet to Bogotá and up to the highest point of the Cordillera. To reach Lima in Peru, they still need to walk 3,000 kms (2,000 miles). Associations try to help. Donate food, shoes… But the numbers are overwhelming: an estimated 2.3 million people have left Venezuela in the past three years. (No further questions, Your Honor).


Barber shop, “Macondo”, Colombia. (Yes, I’ve been to Macondo. Sort of. Will come back to it).


Vintage. My sister-in-law’s country house. Ain’t working though. I tried.


Olive street, Bogotá historical centre.


Cézanne, by Fernando Botero (Born in Medellín, 1932). A wonderful hommage to one of the pioneers of modern art.


Grandson’s car, Bogotá, my in-laws’ parking lot. He went with his parents to visit the family last November. After the second day, whenever my sister-in-law would park her car, back from whatever visit they’d been to, Grandson would rush out two spaces away to what he had decided was HIS car. He is two and a half year old.


Complete with lights and honk. We are negotiating the sale with the neighbours.


“The goddesses of the campfire”. 7th Avenue, Bogotá. I’ve been chasing this particular mural for three years. First time I saw it, there was too much traffic to stop. Second time, when I went on a Street Art safari with my niece, my I-Phone suddenly turned black & white on me. Remains a mystery to that day. The third time, my brother-in-law and I had just dropped another niece at a her place. (Lots of nieces in the family.) And I realized we were close. So I told my brother-in-law to take the 7th Avenue route. Voilà.


Casa del Florero. Bogotá. The house of the flower vase. In this house the fight for Independance started on the 20th of July 1810. The house itself was built late 1500’s.


“Big ass ants.” Detail of the previous picture. (Which I hadn’t seen until I started editing.) A literal translation of “hormigas culonas”, a Colombian delicacy. Those ants have a very large abdomen, and are edible. Toasted like peanuts and served cold. Very tasty. Nowadays a treat, it is, like “escargots” in France, a reminder of harder times when food was scarce and anything remotely edible was eaten. I always wonder how it went? “Hey! Pedro. Your turn to try this!”. “What? Not me. I already tried the snails last week and they were disgusting. Find somebody else!”. The ants are fine though. Try them on your next trip.


Urban lizard. Bogotá. I don’t know whether it is edible or not.


Eyeliner. Bogotá. January 2019.


“Oh my girl you’re so young and pretty…” (I recommend the Animals’ version).

79 thoughts on “A morning walk, Bogotá

  1. Wonderful walking with you, Brian!So sad about all those people from Venezuela…politicians at it again! They are the worst species everywhere in the world!
    Love your grandson’s car…so cute!

    • Vevezuela is another good case in point how easy it is to destroy a country. (See Zimbabwe for instance)
      As for the car, I’d seen that car before. I think it was the neighbours’ son’s car. He’s probably in College now. But it was the entire approach of our grandson that was so funny. In a parking lot full of grownup cars, that one was perfect for him! very cute.

      • The whole of Zimbabwe is now in SA and we are also going down the drain…lots of pressure on all our resources and a zenophobia time bomb is ticking. Thanks to corrupt politicians and a despot who thought he was god himself.

      • I know. It is such a despair to watch things unravel because of idiots. Who, worldwide are highly esteemed, because they are “Socialist” (Maduro), Freedom fighters (Mugabe) etc.
        Are you progressing on your papers for Namibia?

    • Thank you. Once the photos are selected (I usually limit myself to 15. what shows on my screen. 3 rows of 5 pix), once they’re selected, the “story” writes itself naturally. this one first. Then this one and so on, until the last.
      Take care.

  2. I cannot imagine all of those people climbing those mountains on foot. Whatever they are fleeing from must be awful. Reminds me of the Donner party attempting to get up over the Sierras before winter. Spoiler alert: They didn’t make it.

    • Thank you. Glad you liked it. (As an aside, I sometimes find the world so ugly, that Beauty – and Art – are a solace…)
      (I am very happy that you have had a respite. Let’s hope it lasts)

      • We feel just alike about the ugliness of the hominid world, and about the essentiality of beauty and art for the survival of our souls’ sanity.

        This shelter can’t last but I’m making excellent progress while in it. Very next upcoming post will celebrate the actual opening of that actual account for receiving (and keeping!) earnings and donations. A hurdle I’ve been the last six months at the end of a whole lifetime in getting past!…

      • Oh how I wish you could too!!! The sun came out briefly this morning, but was gone by afternoon, and even with it shining it was still well below freezing. I live just north of Cincinnati, Ohio. You take care and enjoy that sunshine!

      • Not as north as some, but north enough for me! Especially this year when we had sub-zero temps for several days and have only seen the sun for a few hours on about 4 occasions! But, on the bright side, can spring be far behind? I’m looking forward to seeing the crocuses pop their little heads up out of the ground! Enjoy your weekend also, my friend!

      • Thanks, working on it. It is true that the crocus (which I believe we call perce-neige) are quite unique. The downside of this climate here is the absence of seasons. Clear markers of time. So Time feels “still” not moving. 🙂
        B. Good.

      • Ah yes … I do love the changing seasons. Spring is always such a beautiful relief from the winter and energizes me, and the sighs and smells of fall fill my heart with joy. Mid summer and winter I could live without after about the first week, though! 😉

  3. Superbes photos, Brieuc, d’une ville d’art ! En particulier celle des déesses du feu de camp. J’ai vu une exposition Botero à la Haye il y a des années. Je n’aime pas son style plus que cela, également, même si il y a des éclairs géniaux dans ses portraits. En revanche, la main et le portrait de Cézanne, j’aime énormément !
    Merci, Brieuc !

    • D’accord sur Botero. Mais çà aurait été dommage de ne pas en profiter. Et il a des éclairs. Que je montrerai en temps voulu. En plus, il a légué bcp de sa collection personnelle. Des Picassso, Léger, Matisse et autres qu’on a rarement vus. Çà équilibre.
      A + Gilles

    • Your command of French is impressive. Did you mean a word starting with “stron” and ending with “zo”? (Or “zi” in plural)
      Sadly the same has happened here with the new power in place…

      • Haha! My Italian? Pure showoff. I never learnt it. Only picked a word here and there in high school in Addis-Abeba. Still lots of Italians then in the old Abyssinia. So I dabble in Italian, and when I don’t know a word I make it up from French or Spanish… 😉
        (Or maybe the remnants of Latin?)

  4. The tragedy of Venezuela is the tragedy of its people, one of the wealthiest countries in the region and its people are reduced to beggars. Love the street art, we have definitely walked the same streets. Hope all’s well Brian.

    • We do agree. We’re talking millions leaving on foot with children. Getting sick as dogs as they reach the andes. Colds, flu to which they are not used to. It is a tragedy.
      Be good Paul.

    • Cumbia is a good choice. (My wife is Colombian). I had not heard the song. Nor heard about the singer, who actually is Mexican. 🙂 Macondo is everywhere in Colombia. García Marquez, one my favourite authors, actually described what could be any small city or village in Colombia. That book defines Colombia. Thanks for the tip.

      • Oh my…Your wife is Colombian!!! I am big fan Cumbias. First Cumbias I bought in Lima 1972, if I remember correct. When young I made many trips to Peru, Ecuador, Colombia, Venezuela, Chile, Brazil and Guatemala. My daughter worked three months in Santiago de Chile teaching locals one IT-program. I am Cumbia fan and I have few hundreds of Cumbias! My habit is to listen to some Cumbia radio stations while working by the computer at background. All these countries offer a little bit different styles of Cumbias.

        Well, I give two my Cumbia links which are my favorite music and performers are from Colombia. This is my favorite one:

        El Diario De Un Borracho

        This I did find quite recently:

        Mostro de la Cumbia

        These two Cumbias are me typical Cumbias which I love. They are happy tropical bailable music. They start blood circulating in my veins. Maybe I I am different Finn.

        Happy weekend,

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