Red smoke to mark the drop zone While the ladies jostle for the throne An the crowd, like a wave that never breaks Flows with the music down the avenues Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2016 Carnival Gallery
Clocks slowly crawl back hundreds of years ago But the power lines remain snagged in the sky A moped stands like a vestige of a future in the making All the rest is almost biblical, quiet, pastel and peaceful The vendors at their stalls and the ladies in their delicate shawls The photographer sells meat, […]