It was 1970. I was a little older than twenty. I borrowed from my father his Rolleiflex. And his Volkswagen too, which I drove many hours to reach the sea, Cannes, South France.

Once arrived I met a group of young buskers playing and singing “Blowing in the wind”. it was a special moment, I still remember it so many years later.

Thanks Bob, happy birthday! This is my small homage!