No planes in the Brittany sky this week because of this ash cloud from Iceland.
Just those electrics lines, 3 lines perhaps going to San Francisco.
Wish I could walk on them to go and buy old beats poems in City Lights bookstore.
Back from Brittany, enjoyed the sahelian atmosphere in the Monts d’Arrée desert, enjoyed to talk about Kerouac with a Balkanic brass band in Brest, enjoyed this foggy road at the end of the trip in Ploumoguer
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Back in Kervoac, Lanmeur, Brittany. 05/2010
When Jack Kerouac arrived by train in Saint Brieuc, Brittany, he argued with the railway station master, telling him that the name of this town is “Saint Brieuk” and not “Saint Brieuc”. As I was in this place, I asked to meet the new station master… and his name was … Jack, fan of the Celtics.
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Victor Segalen’s grave, Huelgoat
Brass Band for Kerouac
Paimpol, Jack’s companions
Paimpol
Rue Kerouac, Lanmeur, Brittany
“When you get to the top of the mountain, keep climbing” – Jack Kerouac
