Pot-pourri 60 minus 1

“Show me the way to the next whisky bar”… Butte-aux-cailles, Paris, 2018. Scotty is still fishing in Elizabethan Scotland. He claims the trouts were bigger at that time. I told him not to mess with Elizabeth. The first. Spock and Uhura are on a date in Aldebaran. Spock? A date? That leaves Mr. Sulu and…

Dreaming of Asia

Stolen kiss. Grandson G. at the Peranakan Museum, Singapore, 2017. Asia eluded me. I was born in the Far East but left too young to really remember. I was then raised in Africa. Spent the rest of my life between Europe and the Americas. And I’m sorry to say, the evolution of Africa and Latin…

World Street Art

Marylin waiting for the bus. Penang, Malaysia, 2017. “Looking for truth and a flat.” In that order? The flat can be arranged. But Truth? Paris, La butte-aux-cailles, 2018. Can’t make head from…   Tail… San Francisco, 2016. I simply can’t understand why the powers-that-be put a bus stop in front of perfectly good Street Art!…

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?”.…

A morning walk. Mexico

Life is but a walking shadow. Dancers ready to strut and fret their hour upon the stage. Day of the Dead. Mexico. November 2018. Colonial church. Tlalpan. A 20 minutes walk away. Vintage. Japanese restaurant, London street, Mexico city. Engraving and printing workshop near the house. Every Saturday, they hold a class, carve out drawings…