The last of the wild*

Coati, or coatimundi, in Les Mammifères by Louis Figuier. 1879. 140 years ago. One of the many old books that gather dust on my shelves. That one fell apart. Had to restore it completely, all the while thinking I could make a buck cutting off the engravings and selling them for 10 euros a piece…

Street art Paris.

La butte aux cailles, literally, the partridge hill, is a neighbourhood in the southwest of Paris. It was a blue collar neighbourhood in the 19th century, and still retains many of the cute old, 18-19th century buildings. Wouldn’t mind buying a flat there. 🙂 It has become a haven for street art in Paris in…

An African childhood. Part 2*

En route to the Islands of Los, off the coast of Conakry, Guinea, West Africa, c.1960. Far left, my mother. Centre, Mme Lips, with her braided hair down to her… I remember she had very long hair for the time. Far right, Dominique and Claude Millet, who much later, would be my host family in…

Travellers reloaded

I‘m busy. Paris, Summer 2019 (as all photos on this post). Traveller 29. These boots are made for riding. Traveller 30. Quai Saint-Michel. Traveller 31. It’s me Fashion queen. Tats. Traveller 32. Bookboxes, Quai Saint-Michel. Traveller 33. A penny for your thought. “Backtothestreet”. A unique street photographer who posts his work on the walls of…

Day of the Dead. Día de Muertos

“A serenade, Señorita?” “Have we been properly introduced?” “Can I have this dance?” Le rouge et le noir. Stendhal. (The red and the black. 1830). Danzoneros. Literally Big dance dancers. Every Friday, couples gather on the main square and dance, donning their best clothes. Day of the Dead is no exception. “Don’t mind me, I…