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IT'S CARNIVAL TIME It is that time of the year to celebrate the Pre-Lenten festival. Whether you are in Rio, New Orleans, Venice or Trinidad and Tobago, The parties are in full swing. This is just the excuse for me to dig into my collections of photos, and bring back some practical memories of the action. This is still another day to go. You have plenty of time.

Museum of Modern Art in New York In midtown Manhattan At 11 West 53rd Street Between 5th and 6th Avenue MOMA - Just Another Visit Once a year when I am in New York, I visit the Museum of Modern Art. This last year was no different. The only thing that was very different, was the time of the year. This visit was planned for the middle of June in order to catch the sunny weather. Quite obviously, I had pictured sweltering temperatures, and I becoming overwhelmed by the obvious humidity. But that was the script I prepared , but in practice it was very different. Did I get the sunny weather? Of course not. It rained most of the time, and even for the locals, the weather was appallingly bad . Still, I enjoyed the visit, and did most of the things I planned to do. The following posts will illustrate my visit to MOMA, and show some of my favourites at the museum. You may say the Museum of Modern Art is one of many museums in New York city, and you are right. But it has always held an importan

The Dead Pigeon Every now and then something happens, and leave you quite unsettled. And even after thinking, it takes a while before you can come to terms with the event. The story of the dead pigeon is one of these occasions. It was almost one o'clock in the morning when I arrived from a four week holiday in the Caribbean and Florida. I was very tired since I had started the journey almost thirty six hours before, including overnighting on a bench at Boston airport. The house seemed slightly messy and crowded, but then I had left in a hurry. And because it was winter, young tropical plants were, as usual, hibernating everywhere. I decided to go straight to bed after I had had a look around. On my way out, I noticed a large mound of gravel and sand at the bottom of the fireplace. This seemed unusual, almost as if the inner walls of the chimney had started to disintegrate. I gave it a little thought and then went to bed. The next morning after investigating, I was still puzzled, as