Pot-pourri three-and-forty. A journey in space and time

1910, Brittany. First row, seated, l. to r. great-uncle Philippe, great-aunt Jeanne, my great-grandmother Wilhelmine, “auntie” Irene. Second row, standing: “auntie” Daisy, my grandmother Julie, and great-uncle Jean. When my great-grandfather, Henry-Felix died in India at the end of the 19th century, great-grandma Wilhelmine (Kaiser Wilhelm was very popular in the British Empire until WWI)…

Paris Time Patrol number huit

Place Maubert, 1964* I discovered Place Maubert in 1970, not very long after this photo. I was starting College up the hill, at the Collège Sainte-Barbe, close to the Panthéon. After class one would walk down Rue Valette, then Rue des Carmes, cross Rue des Ecoles, and arrive at Place Maubert, on the Boulevard Saint-Germain…

The White Mountain*

Originally posted on Equinoxio:
At the end of June, a team from Research International set out to conquer Europe´s highest mountain – Mont Blanc. As it transpired, the RI mountain squad was returned back by a blizzard just short of the summit. The assault on Mont Blanc was co-ordinated by Brieuc Martin-Onraët (editor of this…

Hydrants. Evil or…

My good friend and talented artist Tiffany Choong (scroll down for her site link) once drew my attention to fire hydrants. Does anybody actually see those faithful public servants? No. Only dogs find them useful to… Well. You know. Ever since Tiffany published the above drawing of a hydrant in Singapore, my life has taken…

Snowball

I was born at 3:44 AM on Mohammad Ali Jinnah Street, at the Seventh Day Adventist Hopsital in Karachi, Province of Sindh. Why the Seventh Day Adventist? Not a clue. Most likely our dear Doctor friend Max Meyer had selected the place as being the best for my arrival. Mohammad Ali Jinnah was the founder…