French rappers PNL (Peace ‘n Love)

Their album Le Monde Chico has rocked the French music industry

Too many French suburbs are characterized by drug dealing, chronic criminality, poverty, youth gangs and unemployment. Out of one particular suburb, however, comes a phenomenon called PNL.

Despite not signing a record deal with a label, despite not doing interviews and refusing to give away information about themselves on social media, French duo PNL have topped the iTunes album charts. Their debut, Le Monde Chico, consists of 14 songs, and has rocked the French music industry. Some have hailed them the biggest music sensation in France (for 2015).

PNL – which stands for Peace and Lovés – is two brothers, Tarik (29) and Nabil (27), who were born and raised in a tough housing estate in Corbeil-Essonnes, just south of Paris, an area notorious for crime. Only last month a 19-year old was shot in the head during a gang shootout there.


French music writer Oliver Cachin says this:

“We don’t know who they are, we only have their lyrics to go on. The mystery around them has no previous equivalent in French rap.”

“Their success comes down to the atmosphere they create: a kind of melodic sadness. They deal with familiar themes – drug sales, criminality, the banlieues – but there’s something in their tone, a kind of absence, a hypnotic quality, a solitude, that’s totally different and absolutely their own. Rather than brutality, it’s a sadness that rings out.”

Growing up in the projects, Tarik and Nabil were part of an increasingly marginalized demographic. Their mother is Algerian and was largely absent, while their father, a Corsican pied-noir (a European who lived in Algeria under French colonial rule) is described in their songs as a gangster. Their lyrics are often peppered with Arabic. As for the rest of their biography, it’s a bit hazy although we know that the younger brother spent time in prison for drug dealing.

Here’s a clip that received over 10 million views in under six months. Incidentally, it was filmed in the Naples suburb of Scampia (mafia-owned and dangerous.) I’m not sure why they went all the way to Naples. There are plenty of dangerous suburbs and housing projects to choose from in France (especially in Marseilles.)

In their latest album entitled “La Vie est Belle” (Life is Beautiful) we see the two artists in NamibiaAfrica. Now wealthy, they have managed to escape the grim housing projects and they travel the world. As you can see, money has mellowed them. Life is now beautiful and they’ve lost their angry edge. Good for them. They have used their anger to create a new life for themselves. Peace ‘n love, man.

weekend in Lille

It’s important to have a getaway destination, a place to escape to, quickly and easily, from the congestion and pollution of a big city. And to spend time with children (and my surrogate family.)

I remember when the kids were small, I’d say to their parents “I don’t want them to grow up. I want them to stay small and innocent forever.” Here’s the eldest boy, all grown up at 15 years old, and in full rebellion. Listens to rap, talks back to his parents, thinks He Knows It All and we know nothing (reminds me of me at the same age). Sitting on his unmade bed. Oh, and permanently attached to his iPhone as if it were an extension of his arm.


Here he was nine years ago at the age of 6. Adorable. Sitting on my knee. Knee-high to a grasshopper.


Saturday night a bunch of his friends and cousins were over. You’ll never guess what they were doing. They were all sitting in one room, each with his or her iPhone, sending text messages and Snapchat photos to each other. “But why don’t you just talk?” we grownups said to them in stupefaction. “You know…like, a conversation??” “No, that’s boring,” was the reply.

Here’s how to empty a room full of kids fast. Put on a DVD of an old black and white film. I brought the excellent 3:10 to Yuma with me. Not the remake with Russell Crowe and Christian Bale, but the original 1957 Western starring Glenn Ford and Van Heflin. Sublimely directed by Delmer Daves. We fired up the DVD player and as soon as the film came on the kids cried – Aaaarrrrgghhhh!!…it’s black and white!!!!  And ran out of the room.

Saturday afternoon went into the Old Town of Lille with my 12-year old goddaughter. Narrow, cobblestoned streets. Great boutiques and tea salons. And the good people of Lille, called Lillois, are friendlier and more laidback than the aggressive Parisians. I might move to Lille when I retire. In fact, my ideal retirement lifestyle is this: six months in Lille, six months in Portugal (near a golf course).


I’m teaching M. to use a 35 mm camera; she took many of these photos. We ended the afternoon in a favorite tea salon called Tous Les Jours Dimanche. We ordered hot chocolate, one with real whipped cream called chantilly, the other intense dark chocolate.


Today I went to Lille’s Museum of Fine Arts, otherwise known as the Musée des beaux-arts.


There’s a small porcelain collection that I like to revisit. Here’s an 18th-century cup from the north of France called “une tasse trembleuse”.


Here’s an 18th-century hot chocolate pot (chocolatière) and cup. I wonder what 18th-century hot chocolate tasted like.

img_6760and some Delft porcelain from Holland, 1700-1750. I must visit the small town of Delft, I hear it’s charming. I really want to go back to Holland, to the Rijksmuseum again in Amsterdam (see my post) and to The Hague.img_6755

If anyone’s interested in porcelain, there’s an important collection at the Musée National de Céramique de Sèvres in western Paris.

Calais refugee camp

This weekend I’m going to Lille in the north of France. Lille is a one-hour drive from Calais, home to the largest makeshift, outdoor migrant-refugee camp in Europe, better known as “the jungle”. Charities estimate there are about 1,200 unaccompanied children living in appalling conditions in the Calais camp, exposed to abuse, exploitation and road accidents while awaiting their uncertain fate.



Looking at these photos, one might think they were taken in Soweto or some bombed-out village in Syria. Or even hurricane-decimated Haiti. But, guess what, folks? This is FRANCE, country of Human Rights, the land of liberté-égalité-fraternité.


Mud, misery, squalor, disease and rats. The mayor of the French port city of Calais is urging the government to completely dismantle the notorious camp as soon as possible. 

Migrants living in the notorious Calais camp dubbed the ‘Jungle’ will be dispersed among reception centers all over France “within weeks,” French President Francois Hollande said last week as he reiterated his pledge to close the facility. “There should be no [migrant] camps in France,” Hollande said, adding that the conditions in the migrant shanty town near the northern French port city of Calais are “unacceptable,” especially for those fleeing war and persecution.

Juliet in Paris says – How many years have these camps existed and for how long have they been “unacceptable”? It is only now that campaigning for the 2017 French presidential election begins does Hollande suddenly make an appearance and a declaration.

The migrants currently living in Calais will be moved to reception centers built all over France, with each facility hosting between 40 and 50 people, the French president said as he visited one of the places located in the Loire Valley city of Tours on Saturday. The centers will hold the migrants for up to four months while their cases are examined, Hollande said, adding that those considered ineligible for asylum will then be deported to their countries of origin.

Another Wall.

London and Paris have struck agreements on some issues surrounding the camp, including the construction of a giant wall – nicknamed the ‘Great Wall of Calais’ – on the approach road to the city’s port. The concrete barrier is aimed at stopping migrants from entering the UK.

The construction has been slammed by human rights groups, with Amnesty International stating that it will merely force desperate people to seek more dangerous alternatives.

Despite agreeing on the construction of the wall, and the UK paying approximately £2 million (US$2.6m) toward the project, the two sides have long clashed over how much responsibility Britain should take for the Calais crisis.

This is not a wholly French problem. Britain is equally blameworthy. Read this article in The Guardian about the frustration of Lord Dubs, a former child refugee himself, brought to Britain from Czechoslovakia on one of the Kindertransport trains in 1939 to escape the Nazis –

a beautiful poem

WILD GEESE by Mary Oliver

 You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.

 Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

 Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

If you’re wondering who the author is, Mary Oliver is an American poet who has won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. Born in Maple Heights, Ohio in 1935, she attended Vassar College and Ohio State University. Here are two of her quotes –

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?


De Niro vs Trump

At long last, as the presidential election heads into the home stretch, and on the heels of the scandalous “lewd remarks” tape, there is now a big groundswell of anti-Trump sentiment. The New York Times is eviscerating him, as is The Washington Post (what took them so long?) This man, the deeply immoral Trump, is toast. The thing is this: he should never have been there in the first place. He had no right to be standing alongside any of the presidential candidates from day one, least of all opposite Hillary Clinton after the primaries. Trump is a deviant, an anomaly, a disgrace. Enabled by the Republican Party.

Like everyone else on this planet, I’m a HUGE De Niro fan. I’ve got most of his films in my DVD collection – Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, The Deerhunter, Goodfellas, Heat, Casino, The Score…oh my goodness, the list is just too long to mention. In one word, Robert De Niro is a giant. He’s also, in his private life, a reserved, taciturn man. So when he speaks, people listen up.

In what was supposed to be a neutral video clip encouraging Americans to vote, Mr. De Niro sort of went off script. But he spoke from the heart.

Stepping Stones


I learned of the existence of this poignant, relevant book while reading the Toronto-based blog, Pickle Me This (link below). 

The story is of Rama and her family who are forced to flee their once-peaceful village in Syria to escape the ravages of the civil war. With only what they can carry on their backs, Rama’s family sets out to walk to safety in Europe. Nizar Ali Badr’s stunning stone compositions illustrate the story.

How someone can evoke emotion through the arrangement of small stones is beyond extraordinary.  A perfect example of why the world needs artists.


Here’s the book description from the book website 49th Shelf (link below) – “This unique picture book was inspired by the stone artwork of Syrian artist Nizar Ali Badr, discovered by chance by Canadian children’s writer Margriet Ruurs. The author was immediately impressed by the strong narrative quality of Mr. Badr’s work, and, using many of Mr. Badr’s already-created pieces, she set out to create a story about the Syrian refugee crisis. Rama and her mother, father, grandfather and brother, Sami, set out to walk to freedom in Europe. Nizar Ali Badr’s stunning stone images illustrate the story.”


Kerry Clare from Pickle Me This writes “They join, “A river of strangers in search of a place to be free, to live and laugh, to love again. In search of a place where bombs did not fall, where people did not die on their way to market. A river of people in search of peace.” The author’s text also appears on the page in Arabic, translated by Falah Raheem, making the book accessible to more readers and bring another player into this gorgeous literary transnational collaboration, a book that is very much of this moment and yet timeless at once.”

If you purchase this book, proceeds will be donated to an organization supporting refugees.