End of the Market, here comes the Fado

Well, it’s been the road again for a week, leaving Paris for Luxembourg, then Luxembourg for the Algarve — that European Far West, the name of which goes back to the more lenient days of Arab presence in Europe, the root of which is gh.r.b, the same root that gives “Maghreb,” i.e. the West. But before coming back to the present, here is another sequence of photos from the previous week in Paris — portraits of friends met at the Marché de la poésie, where “market” clearly has more to do with the place as meeting place than with heavy capitalist exchanges.