These pictures were among many in the OFF SPOT in the place d'industrie. They were by Andre Le Gallou, born in 1913, dying young in '57. His son Jacques had felt a call to exhibit them and duly did, to the awe and delight of many of us. Amazing technician. He'd spent 5 years as a prisoner of war and apparently drew through all that time. Anyone know of a venue that might be interested ? Get in touch.
These young folk are staying with Christian and Fab and were at the gigs by Bull - here they are at the vide grenier, saying does this happen often??
ah, the vide grenier...what can be better in the hot sunshine than a market day and a vide grenier?
I stood in the middle of the bridge and photographed each way (the ' boycot ' graffiti refers to the elections, not the fripperie - god forbid, we'd all be naked.) (Fripperie is rags in french - second hand clothes which explains the elegance and sartorial wit of the Esperazanaise)
Heres Tango, refusing to have anything to do with the parrot-bath I squandered a euro on - and Lily this morning. The river is very low indeed. Time for some rain.
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