Hail Mary

Living in a predominantly Catholic country, and in a colonial neigbhourhood, you are bound to stumble across many a representation of the Virgin Mary. Today’s post: Je vous salue Marie. Tlalpan, the House of bells. I may have posted that one already. Polanco, a different area of Mexico city. Very different architectural style. But the…

Paris Time Patrol. Final Mission

“Ready for this last mission, Scotty?” “Yes Sir. Though the word ‘final’ always brings a bit of melancholy. Sir.” “I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Scotty. No worry. We’ll find something else. How’s the dinosaur safari going?” “Er, working on it, Sir. May take a while…” “Counting on you Scotty. Meantime, all ready…

The Monkey Incident by Brian Martin-Onraet

Originally posted on Equinoxio:
I dislike monkeys. Totally personal. I am aware that essentializing monkeys is quite possibly unfair. There is a remote, very remote chance that there are nice monkeys. A few. Somewhere. I have not met them. So I stand firm: I dislike monkeys.             Two in the afternoon in the magical house…

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…

Ciel! Mon Paris!

Originally posted on Equinoxio:
? ? Paris has a lousy weather. Undeniable. At par with London or Brussels (Both cities I love too). Yet, all of a sudden, the sun comes out, flimsy skirts start walking briskly on the streets, the cafés’ “terrasses” fill up, and the clouds start dancing in blue and white! ?…

Paris Time Patrol. Final countdown…

“Louvre, Pavillon de Flore, early 21st century.” “Captain, if I may?” “Yes, Scotty. You may.” “We’re running out of fuel, Sir, I mean material.” “I know Scotty. There’s probably only one post left. We’ll find something. Meantime, let’s move to 1964, please.” “Roger that.” “Louvre. Pavillon de Flore*. Scotty, you sure this is ’64?” “Winter…