There’s a person in a gorilla suit running about the base of the Eiffel, a hairy black blur between the metal of the tower and the colours of summer. The gorilla poses with kids for a few Euros parents are willing to shell for a novelty photo. The rest of the time it offers to pose for a few Euros or chats with the armed cops and vendors, always running and hopping, waving its hairy arms, wearing a phantom smile. It must be hard having that job during a heat wave.
Paris, July 2010
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I’ve taken to writing (myself) postcards when travelling. I’ve this image in my head, of me, thirty-forty years down the line, going through stacks of yellowing postcards, and thinking about the good old days, a cup of hot chai in hand.
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This is an interesting thought, I especially like the hot chai in hand 🙂 Do keep sharing these postcards…
Garam chai makes the world go round. Always will.
I loved your idea of “writing postcards to oneself”. Would be nice to see some more…as you travel. Thanks for sharing!
That’s the plan … 🙂
Hmmm :).. Great idea