“Why are your photos all rubbish?” asks a friend. Well I wouldn’t say they are ll rubbish, but […]
Bourges
It’s the cooling evening of the afternoon of the gig of the morning that started the night before. […]
Across the tracks and into that mysterious place that we call “Les Marais” – preferable to the rather […]
Camera’s been on the back seat of the car all week – a few clichés of my smalltown […]
Days of rain. Local rivers have burst their banks, the town’s market gardens and allotments are flooded. Growers […]
Grey, sad November. When the rest of the world is shopping for Christmas, in France the shops are […]
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