Little did we know we would be heading this way again so soon and this time I’ll outstay all the other times I’ve been before.
Gibberish masquerading as Chinese.
Where we met a jovial French butcher called Manu who knows how to slice beef the way we need it for hotpot, now that’s a gem I say !
Preemptive vandalism, rampant in French society today.
Big up to local art collective RSCLS. Happy to chance upon this fantastic mural at Elgin Bridge underpass connecting Riverwalk and Boat Quay. There is hope for street art in Singapore, I’d say.
So many, and everywhere. The ones that made the most impression were the graffiti by the train and metro tracks which disappeared too fast out of my line of vision for me to capture. To many, Paris is the city of romance but Paris will always be the city of graffiti (and other forms of street art), with a roughness and edge I will take any day over everything else.
I saw relatively less street art in Antibes compared to other parts of France where I was at. Most likely because Antibes is a posh vacation town in the French Riveria replete with old geezers in matching white outfits idling their retirement away, not exactly the demographic group known for its graffiti antics eh.
Technically speaking, photos were all taken in the underpass at the railway station in Cerbère, France on our way to the train platform. Even though every single painting was tagged, the underpass wall left untouched, the end result being some sort of integrative painting/graffiti series.
One day I will have a letterbox and I will decorate it with an all-seeing eye too.
They give me a different vibe from those that I see in Paris.
