“Rien de tel que d’aller au bout du monde pour trouver des gens qui vont encore plus loin.” Pierre Daninos.
* In English: ” Nothings better than to go to the edges of the world, and find people who goes even further”.
Voilà!First let me tell you the reason we are on this voyage^^.
At the time my grand-parents, Maurice and Marie-Therese Biard, decided I was enough old to inherit of a little family treasure, they opened an thrilling small package for me. It smelled like tea leaves passed by time. And looked like this:
My great great uncle Viaud, left it to us, his descendants to take care of it. Grand father than wrote on the back of this upper photography this, just before, and at least I could have any look at the inside: This was getting sooo exiting! My roots where giggling with impatience, and ancestors seeds glittered warmly. . ☺ A cup of tea? ☺So, who was Julien Viaud, alias Pierre Loti? Let me tell you briefly, as you will find a lot about him on the Net, that he was a very famous french adventurer and writer, member of the notable Academie francaise, as a marine officer. Everywhere he went around the world, he wrote his fictions about it, took photography, marrying here, and there beautiful and exotic woman.
As our journey continue, here is a picture of one of the warships he was on duty. I choose this one because, it’s the one with which, he came in Japan, and that is related to the precious photo album I inherited. And to the times he wrote his famous “Madame Chrysantheme”.
(Links for further reading about Mr.Loti, are provided on the bottom of this article^^).
While my grandparents brought creamy cakes, and kept on telling the story, I now burned to, at least, open that smelly album on the table :p!. Here are for your eyes, few pictures of the cafe Loti in Istanbul, and other point of views of his universe: * Interior of the pagoda room in his home * And a last one before I open for you his yet un-reaveled photo album. 1/2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/12 Tic-tac-tic-tac…but yes, time is for me to exit our train and go back to my paintings ( night sky and a very big ship is pouring through theses ancestor spent time, so I must go on to my own journey with it^^). I really, really, hope you enjoyed spending a bit of your time with me (us ;p), and I bet you have some beautiful old seeds of your own to share with!. As it says: Guillaume Appollinaire.”En buvant l’eau du puits, n’oubliez pas ceux qui l’ont creusé.” – ” While drinking water from the well, don’t forget those who have dug it”. I’ll leave the last word to C.G.Jung, from
“Memories, Dreams, Reflections”
While I was working on my family tree, I realized the strange community of fate which connects me to my ancestors. I strongly feel to be under the influence of things or issues that were left incomplete or unanswered by my parents, my grandparents and my other ancestors. It often seems that there is a family in an impersonal karma that is passed from parents to children. I always thought that I also had to answer questions that fate had already asked my ancestors, but which had still found no answer, or that I had to finish or simply pursue problems earlier times left unanswered.Few Links:
– http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierre_Loti- http://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/btv1b14000011- http://librairie-marine.comand ” bon voyage ” ! ☺