Montparnasse – July 2020

Looks like a tourist brochure in my mind. Yet tourism isn’t on the agenda at the moment – August 2020

Uzerche Corrèze – August 2020

With the lockdown (one more time!), we are once again forced to stay home. At best one can travel in a 1 km radius around one’s block of flats. 1 km is exactly where it would take you if you walked from my place, a bit further south, in Montsouris. A funny name which would sound a bit like “Mousehill”. I definitely prefer Primrose Hill for that matter. Well, anyway, we are not allowed to travel, be it to London or anywhere else.

Adios Bahamas – Street Art Paris 2020

The mural was painted as a tribute to Nepal, a budding 29-year-old Paris rapper who died at the end of 2019.  “He was about to release his first album, which will be released posthumously at the beginning of January 2020”

Just before lockdown no.2 (and 3 and 4 etc.), we were lucky enough to visit Chana Orloff’s exhibition.

It took place right outside her workshop, Villa Seurat, in the fourteenth district of Paris.

I was able to get inside and take pictures of the workshop, now turned into a museum.

Orloff was a Franco-Israeli artist, a native of Russia, who arrived in Paris in the 1920s and stayed there until her death (part from the war-period during which she fled to Switzerland to escape repression against the Jews).

The light there was absolutely beautiful. I was able to capture it. The atmosphere was really special.

A tremendous collection of sculptures.

Lurçat’s stepson, my favourite sculpture greeted us at the beginning of the open-air exhibition.

This exhibition of Chana Orloff took place on September 12, 2020.

A very very very very yellow bike. With that, you won’t ever need a bike light – Mirepoix Aug 2020

This building was some sort of tribunal for petty crimes. As the French judiciary system is so utterly complex and opaque, I won’t really be able to explain. The good news is that the “tribunal d’instance” were dismantled in 2020 and merged into another incomprehensible body of judges called “tribunal de grande instance”, the aim of which escapes me completely. My motto has always been to keep away from these people, and so far, I have managed pretty well. Let’s take time to look at the building instead and the pretty reflections in the river Salat (thus named because of the high proportion of salt it contains).