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Love the picture, but I'm, missing the significance. Is it football, related? I live halfway between Philly and NYC and we're up to our ears in baseball at the moment...
Can't sleepWhy you Amehricehns, you do not do ze 'ow you seh, subtlety?It's my little project for the week, 1929 just refers to the year. Tomorrow, there'll be 3 songs from 1939 at 19:39 (hours), etc. I'll stop on the 9th of November.
Oh and the old man is here because he may well have been alive in 1929. Also I like the look of him.
Genius idea!! And I love the picture even more!Have a glass of warm milk, Ejay.I'll listen to your En Sens Unique demain. ALready know (and am fond of) Drive away blues.And about the subtlety, there's really nothing I can do. They don't make pills or potions for that.
Oh, and maybe you'll like this. It's 2 years away from 1929. Eugene Atget is one of my favorite photographers. You have to click the "next" button for it to make sense. (just explaining cause you sound a bit tired)http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/galleries/paris_changing/01pc.php
I love it! I'll take a better look tomorrow, but it seems like things don't change much in my hometown (they do, but it's quite subtle), but it's nice to see spots I recognised and walked by.Coincidentally, I was looking at this not too long ago, I guess you saw it too:http://todayspictures.slate.com/20091023/
@steenbeckThe construction in the foreground is a public urinal.I thought they were called pissoirs, but apparently they were officially called vespasiennes after the Roman Emperor Titus Flavius Vespasianus, who succeeded Nero in AD68 and who first had the idea of facilitating public pissing. He installed large earthenware urns all over Rome for the convenience of citizens.In Paris, the first pissoir was built in 1841. Along with lamp posts, benches, kiosks and water fountains, the pissoir formed part of the embourgeoisement of the Paris street, with architectural styles ranging from Gothic through classical to the baroque. When war broke out in 1914, there were over 4,000 pissoirs in Paris. I used one on my first visit to Paris in 1960, when there remained only about 300 of them.
Hmm, Bloody Paradise, sounds a little stinky.Ejay, I love En Sens Unique. What happy strange sounds. Are (were) they French?
I think they're from the French Caribbean, or so their name would suggest. A little research (into the liner notes) tells me they are indeed from Martinique, but played in Paris. Most of the music I have from this era is pretty tight, so I like how loosey-goosey this is. Almost underwater-ish.
@steenbeckthere is one - a concrete construction - by the Canal de la Robine that runs through Narbonne. it's right in the middle of a small carpark. My Mary wonders at the ease with which men in France relieve themselves: in semi-public at these places, or in full view by the side of the road.I in turn marvel at her 'self-containment'.Oh - and those semi-circular cast-iron corrals in Paris were indeed pretty insalubrious [to a young English schoolboy] - but also a small step towards liberation from the secrecy surrounding secretions.
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