Another walk around on an overcast Sunday afternoon with strange lighting. More pictures of Montsouris, which I won’t show here, but there are some good ones. Instead, this. There are so many strange things one can find in the windows around here, if one looks…
So it is my first trip outside Paris for months, to Nice, for two short meetings. Well, we visited sumptuous palaces. I spent a day in a meeting in Nice Observatory with spectacular views over the bay of Nice. But this is my photograph for that week. I kind of like the sinister pointless nature of that notice. Ball games forbidden. Who’d have thought?
Now here in this one I am wandering the streets of Passy which used to be a remote unwashed suburb that impoverished writers like Balzac exiled themselves to. But today, ach, it is full of wealthy ladies in fur coats with small dogs. But… what’s this?
He’s not on the telephone, but he is not combing his hair, it seems…
At a certain academic institution, not far from the IAP, the signs are contradictory.