Friday, May 29, 2009

Once Upon A Champollion. . .

A couple of earlier posts in these pages, if you can find them, took place in Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. Pere Lachaise came up again today when the subject of a conversation turned to Champollion and his travels in Egypt, the Rosetta Stone, his birth in Figeac, and that after all those astounding years in Egypt, he is buried in Pere Lachaise Cemetery. By chance I happened to have photographed his tomb just a few weeks ago. . .
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The subject came up for the simple reason that there is a new and wonderful blog that has been in existence for only a few short days, but which is well worthy of taking note of, and returning to often, because there will be appearing there in the coming days some of the most extraordinary photos of Egypt one is likely to see anywhere. The blog is called "Once Upon A Time In Egypt", presented by none other than Loulou, who also takes care of the blog Indiaphragme. Whether in India, Egypt, or wherever, she is a capable and prolific photographer, offering one masterpiece after another, casting her magic spells which keep people like me coming back day in and day out, like a zebra heading for a waterhole two or three times a day, seeking the essence of life. . .
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4 comments:

AmyR said...

Wow, she creates gorgeous photos. Thanks for the recommendation and links!

Jenny said...

I had a look at Loulou's blog. I am very fond of those ochre and terracotta nuances.

Père Lachaise. I have never seen it, but heard from those who have been there that Jim Morrison's grave attracts crowds of young fans. Balzac and Wilde were buried there as well, I have heard.

jeff34 said...

Tu l'as quand même trouvé dans ta collec. ! Mais t'as en a combien des photos de cimetières ?... Ceci dit, "Le père Lachaise" vaut soit-disant le détour... Je suis venu plusieurs fois à Paris... mais j'ai pas mis "Lachaise" en priorité ! La prochaine fois... si tu m'invites ! Avatar que jamais !...
Non, je ne me suis pas perdu dans les escaliers d'Escher ! Les miens me suffisent largement !... Quant à la tisane... mais quelle idée j'ai eu un jour de te dire une telle connerie !... Mais je suis sûr que tu aimes la tisane en plus !... avec des trucs qui flottent à l'intérieur ! Personnellement, c'est un bon expresso que j'aime bien boire le soir !... bien black !... et après le pousse-tisane of course !...
Bon, c'est pas que je m'ennuie Owen, mais l'univers du blog manque parfois de chaleur... ! Non ? Je dis ça, mais j'aime bien t'envoyer un post de temps à autre et tu vois que ce soir, ça n'a aucun rapport avec ce cher Champollion !... Mais après le pousse-tisane, ma diction sera peut-être proche du hyérogliphe, ou hiéroglyphe... peu importe !
Bonsoir Cher Owen ! et traines pas trop dans les cimetières !... Non mais !
Amitiés !

louciao said...

Owen, you are my raccoon hero of the blogosphere, creeping out into the blog night and gathering up all sorts of juicy tidbits that others might miss.