After the turmoil of India, arriving in Nepal felt like entering another world. With my friend, we discover Kathmandu, its streets, its children, its women and men living to the rhythm of a life that is still very rural.
What strikes me is an existence shaped by the mountains, where physical effort and the hardships of daily life take up an important place. Carrying, pushing, hauling, climbing: effort is everywhere. These men and women grew up in these conditions; they have been part of their lives forever. Though fatigue and discomfort are no strangers to them, they seem to take things as they come, with a simplicity that moves us.
I am also struck by the solidarity that emerges from these ordinary scenes. Faced with difficulties, efforts combine and bodies act together. There is a kind of cohesion here that contrasts with our Western individualism, as if several bodies could act with a single heart.
This culture of effort and mutual help recalls that of the Sherpas who, in the 1980s, accompanied Western climbers on the high mountains of the Himalayas.
For two weeks, in Kathmandu and its surroundings, we thus discover a daily life that is often harsh, yet seems astonishingly peaceful to us. This was the Nepal of 1977, a world that has since changed profoundly, and of which these photographs keep the trace.




















































