Fish Mongers of Marseilles
Remembering a trip to France is pleasant whether you were there ten years ago or just got home last week. This is the lady that had the live Octopussys when we visited. I don’t think she was happy to have her picture taken.
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March 10, 2010 at 7:05 PM
You ugly american you. Takeing her picture like that. She was a fish monger, her husband was a fish monger, her monger and fonger were fish mongers too.
March 10, 2010 at 7:07 PM
Hey, I thought you were a Freeman player.
March 10, 2010 at 7:13 PM
Just another web master doppleganger
March 10, 2010 at 7:25 PM
Sometimes while traveling you will find folks who do not wish to have their picture taken. I usually try to respect their wishes but sometimes the scene is too great to miss. The VooDoo women in the herb market on Trinidad were tough subjects, I suppose because they thought I might make some black magic against them later. Still the colorful scene was too much to resist so I held my point and shoot camera by my side with my thumb on the trigger and pretending to look away got the shot. I did the same in Russia to capture the arrest by plain clothed secret police of the sellers of tee shirts that mocked the ideals of Communism. If they had seen me shooting they would have pulled the film out of my camera.
Digital photography makes this easier because you can just “spray and pray” The trick is to hold the camera by your side and look and point at something in the opposite direction of your target as you press the button with your thumb, either that or have a mini-vid-cam hidden in your hat.
I haven’t tried that yet.
March 10, 2010 at 7:51 PM
Taking a picture a the fish market does not make you an “Ugly American”
However, if he had gathered round his friends and took a picture of his wife standing next to the fish wife laughing and loudly telling her not to stand too close since he was gonna hafta sleep with her later and he don’t like fish slime smell, then holding some squirming octopi up to the camera and asking for a napkin before tossing the fishy woman half a euro for “being a good sport” without buying a single sardine, then that’s an Ugly Americain.
March 11, 2010 at 12:07 AM
Don’t mince words, let’s have some Billingsgate!