WALKING ABOUT IN LONDON, NEW YORK, PARIS & SAN FRANCISCO

 

Another chance to show some of my favorite paintings & photographs.  

Horses, carriages, walkers-about, and seated members of the aristocracy on Rotten Row in Hyde Park.  It was a ‘See-and-be-seen’ arrangement for those elite members of society.

“Hyde Park” - Count Girolamo Pieri Narli

"The Morning Ride on Rotten Row" and look, one of them even has a dog. –  Heywood

Walking about in Hyde Park on Rotten Row from a different perspective.

Early strollers make their way through Hyde Park in the morning mist.  What a beautiful photograph.

Ladies walking about in New York’s Central Park. – artist unk.

“April in Paris” – C. Kieffer

 “A Pleasant Encounter” – C. Kieffer

“An Elegant Evening” – C. Kieffer

“A Moonlight Stroll” – C. Kieffer

I couldn't forget this photo my Dad took of my Mom reading a magazine as she walked to work in San Francisco c. 1938.  Some of you may remember the story.  They both worked for the same company – he as a ‘mail boy’, she as a clerk.  He took the picture and delivered it to her with the mail as a way to ‘meet’ her.  I think they must have said “Hi” and spoken a few casual words before that as he delivered the mail to her each day, but the photo was a way, perhaps, of ‘formally’ meeting her?  Whatever, it worked! J

:->

La Nightingail

Comments

  1. Barbara RogersNovember 8, 2023 at 2:08 PM

    Oh your dad was such a romantic! Glad to see all these park walkers! You're quite early this week...perhaps you have plans for the weekend. If so, have a good time!

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    1. La NightingailNovember 8, 2023 at 8:21 PM

      The truth is I usually have posts sitting in draft form for several weeks ahead. That way I have time to edit & re-edit them as many times as I'd like - or almost, anyway. And Alan had this week's prompt pic' up so nice and early too! :)

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  2. Mike BrubakerNovember 12, 2023 at 6:20 PM

    When I lived in London I often walked in Hyde Park and it still looks like some of your pictures, though nowadays with less "fog". My favorite spot was on Sundays at Speakers Corner where anybody aspiring to be an orator could stand on a "soapbox" and voice their complaints about British politics and world affairs. It was like a carnival of political ideals and very entertaining to hear the arguments that would regularly break out between Muslims and Hindus or Communists and Libertarians.

    And your comment on my post this weekend is my question too. What music would a enemy band play in an occupied town? I imagine that the bands played German marches, songs, etc. for the troops, but maybe they knew some French or Belgian tunes? In any case I expect French parents had great difficulty keeping their kids at home in order to boycott the German band concerts.

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    1. La NightingailNovember 13, 2023 at 11:04 AM

      Yes, keeping children at home from the music would be difficult as they wouldn't truly understand the reasoning behind staying away. To them it would just be a fun respite from the rest. And you must have been fairly young when you enjoyed those 'soap box' orations & ensuing arguments in Hyde Park. At my age I'd just want to find a nice quiet place among the trees - perhaps along the Serpentine somewhere. We were in London a few years ago & I wanted to take a walk through Hyde Park, but the tour we were on didn't allowus enough time, darn it.

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