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I learnt photography with a high-school pal, and as we had to develop the film ourselves in his cellar, we only shot with B&W film. Now that I have access to millions of pixels and millions of colors, I miss the touch of our ISO 50 Ilford film coils in the dark, wet with toxic chemicals, and generally messed up beyond restauration.

PS: do not imagine that St Paul de Vence is a quiet place where one can find peace near a soothing fountain. I had to wait for nearly fifteen minutes until I had a clean shot with no hordes of tourists in my field of view. But you can still hear them around my back.

To the day. My thoughts go to readers living downunder.

Easy question: who is it for?
Hard question: where was is taken?

I took this picture ten years ago in Dinan (Britanny). I bet the house is still standing.

I am in awe of really old houses, and this one beats them all. My own house (at least the center part) is probably as old as this one, but nowhere as good-looking. Apart from the occasional ghost, living in an old house is a truly wonderful experience. The old stones exsude serenity and timelessness. When I know my house has been standing for close to four centuries, I can really quit worrying that I may be late in my restoration project.

I said I had to do more reading, but I can still post pictures.

I promise this is the last of my software / household improvement metaphors.

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