Photo Friday: View from La Caravelle

On Couchsurfing Marseille there is a list of things to do while in Marseille, suggested by locals and travellers. The list has since grown to 200 over suggestions.
One of the places which was a must-visit was the Old Port, known as Le Vieux Port.
We decided to have a café at La Caravelle, a restaurant with a small balcony overlooking the boats that were docked just right in front of us.
 
My other photo was selected for the exhibition in conjunction with Marseille-Provence being the European Culture Capital 2013. Here is the site, it's lovely to spend a quiet afternoon looking at the photos, especially those that are quite ancient. I have grown quite fond of the place while looking at the photos and wonder if I will have the chance to spend more than just a few days there, in future.

http://www.mp2013.fr/chercheursdemidi/?cdm_page=serie&id=177&cdm_paged=5

photo friday: travel memories, Hong Kong

Camera: Superheadz (an analogue camera), also known as Vivitar Ultra Wide&Slim
Film: Lomography Color Xpro 35mm, cross-processed
Location: Hong Kong, Wan Chai, Bowrington


A market in Hong Kong that resembled a 1960s movie; red plastic discs over naked light bulbs hanging from each grocer's ceiling. Red shop awnings to match. Looking for a sign to describe the road I was in, I walked up and down the vegetable shops until I spotted it: Bowrington.

This quaint little market still had many shoppers despite the unrelenting torrential rain that plagued the weekend I was on vacation in Hong Kong. I stood at this corner, drenched, pointing my little toy camera this way and that trying to capture the best angle. Intrigued, perhaps, by the Singaporean girl unafraid of getting wet, the meat seller stepped out, and looked on curiously.

photo friday: my favorite shoes

Camera: Superheadz (an analogue camera)
Film: 35mm Fujifilm T64 Tungsten
Location: Singapore, Everton Park

A brand of shoes, Jaime Mascaro, in a shade of perfect, the color of light, almost white sand; with a tinge of beige. Rope ribbons on the front, subtle snakeskin print on the soft leather surface throughout, they come in half-sizes. 36 1/2. My size. Made in Spain.

This pair has accompanied me on many journeys, walking into different jobs, into some people's habitations. I always feel strangely naked when I take them off at the end of the day, because the amazing material has shaped to the contours of my feet and they feel so bare, so unprotected. I feel, always happy, choosing to wear this pair, on the days I bring it out walking. My shoes for unhappy days are the black stretchy ones with golden blingbling skull shaped pins on the top, instead of ribbons.

I did not buy it for the brand, not having even heard of it before, but once my feet were inserted, they were frighteningly comfortable, with the cutest baby pink soles. It has been more than a year. Already showing signs of  the desire of wanting to retire into obscurity, one of the rope ribbons has a frayed edge.

Having washed them once in Persol, a german-brand washing liquid softener meant for woollens and delicates, they looked almost as good as new, just new enough, to last me for a year longer.