April 3, 2017
One of the nicest things someone recently said to me – indeed it registered great pleasure – was that I was a visual flâneuse. Here is the definition:
flâneur
flaˈnəː,French flanœʀ/
noun a man who saunters around observing society.
The flâneurs I’m most familiar with were of course the 1930s exiles populating the streets, bars and cafes of Paris, Amsterdam, Marseille, great thinkers and observers, both.
Today I was sauntering, really aimlessly walking, taking snapshots here and there in the neighborhood where I stay. One thing you can’t escape: there are Easter bunnies every where – chocolate galore….. so let’s follow the postman on his route to get away from temptation.
Houses span centuries
People span decades
Street art spans silliness to politics
I need a better skin lotion
And in the evening you walk into an orange glow.
The cover photo says “Moin Moin” the Hamburg version of Good morning, but really said all day long.
Deb Meyer
Truly enjoyable! Thanks so much for sharing,
Carl Wolfsohn
I want to go to Hamburg!