“Singin’ in the Sun”, Québec ville. My Lord Buddha, Angkor Thom, Cambodia. Although the many arms might allude to a Hindu God. Rama, maybe? “Singin’ in the rain”, Québec ville. (Again) The architecture in Québec ville came as a shock to me: it looked like a Breton city. All grey stone houses, slate roofs… Then…
We have a storage room South of Paris. Boxes full of books and a few objects gathered here and there. We go check once a year. I always look up this spot on the way. New art every year. The fence is closed most times, not that time, last September… I sneaked in. (As my…
Previously on “The Piano”. Carlos, a concert pianist finds a work piano in a music store. The store and the owner are odd. The shop-owner tells Carlos the Piano belonged to a famous and ill-fated musician of the XIXth century. The Piano seems to have a life of its own. Carlos and his friend Maria,…
For Charlotte and George The doorbell chimed as he entered the store. He could feel the change in temperature. The cold rains of March had stayed outside, the instruments needed a controlled environment, a constant temperature to protect their bodies, their strings, their voice. He closed the door. Went inside. Took off his gloves, his…
Another trip to the streets of Karachi in the early fifties, people from all over the country, form Baluchistan to Hyderabad. Costumes and colours…
(And a bit of “Met” too) Monet’s bridge at Giverny. Orsay. Monet’s bridge, Giverny, at the Met, New York. Monet painted his beloved bridge dozens of times over the years. I once saw an expo where the paintings of the same bridge showed how Monet gradually lost his eyesight… Must be a curse for a…
An African childhood movie Traditional Kikuyu dancers at the Muthaiga Club. Not exactly my backyard, the Muthaiga Club is/was a very exclusive club in Nairobi, were the likes of Denys Finch-Hatton and Beryl Markham were members. For some strange reason, we were members of the Parklands club. Our Savary friends were members at the Muthaiga……
Previously on “A small dismal swamp”: The narrator recounts his parachuting days in Gabon, Africa. One day, after all have jumped safely, or so it seems, one stick, a group of three, is missing. Apparently they fell inside a swamp east of the drop zone. Two search parties are set up to enter the swamp…
Equinoxio 