February 29, 1933, Capipi Bumonsis
I sense the voyage is about to come to an end. The customs agents here are strange men. Their beards are not mellow, but wild and full of strife.
Oh, for a helping of soup!
But there is no rest. The man with the cane spots my imagined tail, and I am nicked. The police are angry.
They make me play whist.
About the Photographer: Toulouse Le Grandfig was a surrealist painter, photographer and writer who never gave up dadaism. Unfortunately, he was beyond the reach of traditional foot architecture.
For most of his life, the artist was perpendicular, occasionally ingested the bodily fluids of other mammals, and seldom baked.