March 20th 1918. A century.

March 20th 1918, a century ago, my father Cyril was born in Saint-Malo, Brittany, a city of sailors and privateers. His mother, Julie Onraët, was born in India, of an Anglo-French family of indigo planters, and Indian Civil Service. God save the King and all that. His father, Pierre Martin, was the son of a…

A road in Singapore

As I was putting together another pot-pourri in my head for today’s posting, I opened my inbox and saw a mail from my eldest brother Michel. A rare occasion, he mails about twice a year at the most. 🙂 A few photos were attached of a legendary road in Singapore. “Legendary”? Well, for us. For…

A morning walk. Mexico.

A week tomorrow since the earthquake. The streets of Mexico are silent. Eerie. This is the South. The South has colour, there is noise, movement. Yet, hope of finding any remaining survivor is practically over. And the streets are silent. I’ve just made a selection of photos taken a few weeks ago near the centre…

Mexico Earthquake

Hi everyone. Yesterday’s earthquake in Mexico has had very strong consequences: dozens of collapsed buildings, people trapped underneath, a school nearby with many children, bridges, a supermarket. There are thousands of voluntaries, people helping in any way they can. But more is needed. If you can, please donate. Something. Anything. Whatever you can, it will…