Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Le Figaro Restaurant Review

In late 2014 a new French restaurant opened in Maputo (Mozambique) called "Le Figaro".  Located on Avenida do Zimbabwe in the heart of the NGO/Embassy district, it feels a bit isolated, especially at night, when the majority of workers go home and the streets empty out a bit, but this may be an advantage as it's the only restaurant in the area.  The restaurant is in a semi-detached house which has been renovated to accommodate the open plan dining area below, with a rather cute bar in the back.  I first visited the restaurant shortly after it had opened last year and there were quite a few teething problems, which I guess could be explained away by the newness of the restaurant, new staff etc.  Hastily printed menus, an incomplete wine list, and uneventful generic food were the highlights of that experience.

So I had high hopes a few months later for our June Maputo Wine Society Dinner that was to be held there.  With a simplified menu with 2 choices for starter, main and dessert, the evening promised to be interesting, and as it would be open only to the Wine Society we had the cook's undivided attention.  To make this easier we pre-booked our meals.  The winelist was organised by Herman, who has taken over from Denise in running the wine society, and rather than being the selection of Le Figaro's french wines, we were going to taste some of South Africa’s best.

As for the Menu:
Starters -  Beef Carpaccio or Rilettes de Canard
Main - Boulibasse or Beef Bourgugone
Dessert - Chocolate mousse or Crepe suzette

The menu was fairly simple an considering there were 46 of us this was probably a good thing.
The Rilettes were made of duck meat strips and had a rather unapetising look and feel to them and the taste was nothing to write home about.  A thinly sliced salad and gerkins accompanied the starter  
The Carpaccio option was much better, thinly sliced though it lacked a little seasoning.  It’s ironic that an Italian dish was the best of the starters. 
The Boulibasse was massive pieces of overcooked fish with little flavour, swimming in a watery soup. 
The Beef Bourgugnone reminded me of what South Africans might have imagined a Spaghetti Bolognese would be like.. chunks of meat with barbecue sauce on a bed of pasta.  Ok, I might have exaggerated a bit there.  Truthfully the sauce of the beef was edible and tasty but I suspect that not enough wine was used in making the sauce, which requires A LOT.  The meat was tough and not cooked for the proper length of time..  It should have been soft and tender.  And the fettuccine lurking at the bottom of the plate were simply out of place.
The desert - unfortunately I didn’t taste the Crepe Suzette, which came with a spray of whipped cream.  Instead I had the chocolate mousse, a massively sweet affair with a floury texture.  The dollop of generic cream on top was ordinary.. Thankfully no cherry on top, and I managed to wash out the taste with a glass of desert wine...

As this is a restaurant review I won’t go into too much detail about the wine we drank that evening, especially since the Society brought it’s own.  I didn't have a chance to survey Le Figaro's own wine so I cannot say anything about that.
Onto our wine - I have to say that Herman really excelled in the choices and it was all excellent.  From the aperitif Rosé and Setubal Muscadel, to the starter Meerlust Pinot Noir and Eikendal Cabernet-Merlot, the main Springfield Chardonnay for the Boulibasse and Beyerskloof Cabernet for the Bourgugnone, to the Special Late Harvest Nederburg for dessert.. they were all fantastic and made the laughter flow and the conversation bubble along, notwithstanding the rather ordinary food.

Le Figaro is a nicely styled restaurant venue with clean toilets (PLEASE remove the plastic from the chrome saintaryware…) with excellent waiters who managed to navigate the chaos of a wine tasting evening with extreme skill and professionalism.  I really have to stress that last bit as it's not always easy to find good staff.  As for the restaurant, the cook definately needs to up his or her game  especially since Maputans have an extremely discerning palate and high expectations from restaurants.  Maputo was once the home of the continent's best restaurant, the Ngumi (now sadly closed) and there are any number of excellent restaurants that serve different style foods with excellent ingredients, imagination and that taste great.  Ordinary French food has no place in Maputo. 

Monday, May 25, 2015


NOPE, that's not me amongst the finishers of the 100km race!

You may have noticed by the silence of my blog that cycling has not figured large in my life lately.  Indeed I've taken a sabatical from my two-wheeled steed.  I seemed to have reached my limit on it.  Races were no longer fun.  I was struggling to finish, whereas before I'd be struggling for the winning sprint.. In almost 100 races I'd amassed 7 wins and no small number of podiums, both in Mozambique and abroad.  So my cycling success was tied to my cycling life.  But when my competitiveness took a dive so did my interest in the sport. Those 5am wakeup rides in the middle of winter are hard to justify when you can't put two pedal strokes together. I'm running out of mataphor's here!!!
Anyway fast forward a year and I'm finally (after a few attempts) back on the bike, in a manner of speaking.  For three weeks now I'm managed to do my daily rides like a diligent schoolboy, although the longer rides still elude me.  Family commitments you see.... But still, I was doing a lot better than a month or 6 ago.  So when the opportunity to sign up for a race in Swaziland came up I couldn't resist.  Obviously this would be a warm-up event for me, a training ride.  Plus I'd made a promise to my 8 year old son, who is as competitive as they come, and who wanted to taste success in a big race.  His race would be 20km long.. long for an 8 year old, but considering he'd done 16km a year back with me at his side, I thought it couldn't hurt him (too much).  And so I decided to do the 50km event.. not exactly something I'd like to brag about, used to doing the longer events.. but that way I'd be able to catch my son (I reasoned).  Plus I'm not in tip-top shape yet, and I'd yet to break the 50km barrier anyway in my training rides so far.. So it seemed a reasonable ask of my body. 
So the race day approached and so my preparations and training ramped up.. I perfected the art of the negative taper.. i.e. to ride harder and longer as race day approached! Well, when all else fails, try doing the opposite of conventional wisdom!  I even had my son out riding whenever possible, tuning up his bike, making sure his kit was all sorted, bike serviced and gears ticking over perfectly.

We left for Swaziland on saturday hoping for light traffic but encountering a wall of cars that would have discouraged anyone.. The traffic extended from Maputo all the way to Boane.. something unprecedented.  I shudder to think what this city will be like in a few years..  Once in Swaziland we took a detour to check out the race distance for my son, a 20km out and back route.. And boy was I surprised.  I'd done this race 3 times in the past, coming in 4th overall and 1st vet once before.. But I had completely forgotten what the first hill looked like.. A long straight wall that would have daunted any cyclist let alone me in my relatively untrained state, and let alone my son who was going to do only his second major race.. and 8 years old to boot!  It was savage.  I brushed off the worry from my face and told him he'd be fine.. I thought.  Worst that can happen, he'll have to walk it.  Well actually, the worst that could happen would be that he couldn't finish...

So the next day it was an early and rushed wakeup.  The whole family piled into the car, scoffing stolen croissants from the just-opened breakfast room in the hotel..  A long drive to the start and then I quickly set about assembling the bikes, pedals, wheels, break levers.  The frenzied pre-race meet with other Moz riders ensued.. and the bad news that Miguel Duarte, last year's winner and our main Club rider stuck at the border with car trouble. And if that wasn't enough.. he had James Gabel's bike!  James, who had won the 50Km last year, had come in the day before and was looking forlorn..  His form had seen him enter our "elite" ranks and he was regularly 2nd to Miguel, and his lighter weight potentially propelling him further up the ranking.  He'd have to sit this one out.. Anyway, prep not over yet.. Fit the race numbers and timing chips.. All set to go.  My proposed warmup didn't happen as prep took too long so I joined my 50km peloton, waving to my sons and wife, while they waited for the 20km start. 
And we're off!  The peloton starts at a blistering pace and I'm clinging on to dear life when I feel the squish of my tyres and realise that I've forgotten to pump them up.. as well as my son's tyres.  So as I try to whip out my phone to call my wife BANG a crash in front of me and all of a sudden 4 riders are down, and I have no option but to screech to a halt.  I check to see if they're all right.. more wounded pride than any blood, so I'm quickly off in search of the peloton, which has not waited a second to put the nail in our coffin!  I hopscotch off riders, avoiding the headwind where possible and work my way back to the main bunch, but it's hard work..  By the time I see them they're halfway up the hill and stragglers are falling off  the back like water off a ducks back.  I join one of these straggler groups, but the peloton is truly on it's way..  Finally I can get my phone out and call but no cel signal!! Arghh!  So now back to the business of racing..  I'm with a young kid, in his teens, who's setting a strong pace but has no idea of riding in a group, constantly in the gutter and avoiding the huge amount of glass by miracle..  We're soon joined by another rider who yoyo's off the back as we push on.  With my weight advantage and aero position I take up the work on the descents and flats, and try and hang on for dear life on the climbs where the kid really sticks it to me..  Now we're four and reaching the turn point but then chaos as I'm in front on my own, one rider's gone straight past the turn and the young kid is stuffing his face 100m behind me.. I judiciously wait for him and we get back into our rythmn, me pushing on the descents and he doing the climbs.  By now the wind is side/back so not too bad.  We're joined again by the yoyo champion who immediately starts trying to outsprint the kid!  I tell them to cool it. Too early to fight.. Let's get closer to the finish.  We settle into a syncopated rythmn and halfway back are joined by another rider from behind. 

He's big and strong and sets a pace at the front which I try and emulate. However the legs are getting tired and painful. Am I the only one?  Finally we reach the long descent and I'm on the front powering in my 53x11 and reaching some seriously fast speed.  It feels good to be going so fast, but my partners are letting me do all the work here!  Anyway, two more climbs to go to the finish.. I'm looking at my odometre and wondering how long this pain is going to last.  A 50km race may sound easy, but it's just as hard as a long race... It's just that the suffering last less!  I've finished my turn on the front and the big guy is back out front tapping an nice rythmn.. The kid is hanging back and yo-yo is really starting to worry me as he's not doing any work.  We crest the hill and the finish is in sight, just under a km away.  It feels so close that I'd almost like to sprint from here, but experience has taught me otherwise.. the final rise just before the finish kills any long-distance escape.. I'll have to chose my time carefully.. The young kid pushes his way through us and yoyo goes to the back, rising out of his saddle and waiting to pounce.. The big guy is on the left, they kid next to him and I line up on the right, my ear cocked to hear any gear changes from yo-yo behind. The line gets closer.. the tempo increases..  The line could be 100 or 200 or even 300m away.. I can't tell. But I go. Not a sprint in the conventional sense.. there's no energy for that. But a good powerful dig and head down as I push and push on the pedals.  the first 20 strokes are done almost with my eyes closed.. I open to check I'm still going straight and then under me to see if I'm dragging anyone with me.  No shadow. I'm on my own.  I look down at my wheel and push as hard as I can, but my cadence is slowing as the rise starts sapping at my speed and energy.  The finish line is getting closer.. I look through my legs again.. Still no shadow.  The line comes fast. I pedal faster, some magic extra ounce of power coming through the legs.. I'm across!  Had that been a sprint for first, your attention in reading thus far would have been warranted.  But that was for 12 place! Sorry to disappoint.  Still it felt good.  The instinct for the sprint is still alive and well.  I hooked up with the kid right after.. he finished 4th in our sprint.  He was 14!  I told him he'd become a really good cyclist soon.  He was really quite strong. YoYo also came past for a hand-shake.  He'd managed 2nd in the sprint.  I didn't see the big guy after that.  He must have worked really hard to catch us + the work on the climbs must have taken it out of him..
My kids ran up to me as I finished.. and I hesitantly asked how my son had done.  I saw the course.  I felt the headwind.  The first climb were my peloton had it's crash was quite steep and long.  I wondered if he'd managed to finish... HE HAD!  Not only that.. a healthy time of 1:20! I set out trying to catch him, estimating his speed at 2:00 hours..  I WAS impressed.  Unfortunately his agegroup was 12 years and under, with most kids at the upper end of the scale, so he was only 8th in his agegroup.. So his disappointment showed a bit.. But all things considered... I truly was impressed.

A few minutes went by and then I saw Rory McBride coming through the finish.  He'd beaten his race time from last year, and managed under two hours.  Then James Gabel came through on a Mountain Bike!  Quite incredible the organisers had found him a bike and though he started quite late managed to catch quite a few backmarkers and even helped one of the ladies back to the podium!  His missfortune turned into a mini-victory, a test of perseverance in adversity.  I for one was impressed.

An hour later the 100km riders were coming through - a tight bunch of 12 riders that had stuck together all the way.  I managed to shoot off a few frames as they came through the finish.. The usual suspects were there, Calvin Lowe, William Kelly plus lots of new names and faces. And at the back of them I spotted Emil.. He'd had a bad puncture at 45km and after trying to swap out the tube and puncturing again ended up using a Goo wrapper to keep his tyre intact, so DNSed.  He waited for the peloton to catch him on the return leg and rode in with them.

So how did the Clube de Ciclismo de Moçambique do in this race?!  Considering the DNS's and DNF one might be tempted to call it a Comedy of Errors.  However I felt it was a real success. Different riders went to the race with different objectives and all managed to get something out of it.  Emil managed to finish with the lead bunch.  James had a good strong ride notwithstanding riding an MTB.  My son managed to finish his race, rode faster than many adults and rode on his own.  I managed to finish my race and have a half-decent sprint at the end.  Rory beat his previous time.  Rui and Miguel managed a decent training ride in Goba.  No, not a comedy of errors but a case of a silver lining in every cloud.

Lastly a big thanks to Newcom Wheelers (race organsing club), Dups (sponsor) and Cycling Association of Swaziland.  They put on a fantastically organised event with great race support, water points, police escort, media attention, trophies and prize-money for the finishers and a welcome food area post race.  Results were issued very quickly by the timing company.  And lastly the Swazi hospitality and sportsmanship really makes us want to come back every year!

Dups Mafutseni Race - 24th of May 2015.  Race results available here.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Copa14 - Final race Twin Peaks - 105km - 15 June 2014

On Sunday 15th of June the final race of the Copa14 road cycling competition was held in Namaacha.  The race, organised by the Clube de Ciclismo de Moçambique (Est.2005), is part of the CopaCiclismo series of races which has been organised on an annual basis since 2006, a year after the Club was formed.  The series of races is inspired by major international races such as the Tour de France, Giro d'Italia and Paris Roubaix (Hell of the North).  Every year between 8 and up to 21 races are staged with each individual race yielding a winner but with points going to a general classification for an overall winner, sprinter, king of the mountain and best young rider. 

The Twin Peaks race is the hardest race of the Copa and is generally one of the last races to be held.  This year the course was shortened from the traditional 150km to 105km, but in no way was this race any easier, if anything it was harder.  The shortened distance meant racers started with a very high pace, decending from Namaacha Town at a furious pace, which once onto the flats was hovering around 40km/hour.  The race was escorted by the Municipal Police and followed by several race support vehicles with a "broom wagon" behind the last rider and sponsored by NovaVida (suppliers of hardware tools and building materials). 

After a short neutral zone to get past the steepest part of the descent the riders let rip with Vanessa Knighton pulling the peloton along.  The main bunch stayed mostly together through the descent with only a few riders unable to latch on.  The first sprint point came fast just before the Goba-Namaacha turnoff, won comfortably by Artur Simoes and followed by Miguel Duarte witha furious lead-out.  The pace quietened down for a quick breather and then again went up on the hilly section between the turn-off and the next sprint point just before the 10km to Goba Fronteira.  The second sprint was again won by Artur Simoes in decisive fashion followed again by Miguel but the bunch soon encountered the 10% ramp up to Goba and immediately made itself felt with the peleton strung out and broken into pieces. 

Miguel took a small group with him including James, Grichone and Betinho but soon it was just Miguel and James as the other riders tried to limit their losses and ride in their zone.  Soon James couldn't take the pace and Miguel summited on his own to take the first KOM of the day, followed by Betinho who is back to his climbing form, and a very strong Grichone in third.  Emil was fourth at the Kom and joined the other riders ahead to try and chase down Miguel.  All but two of the original starters made the climb to Goba showing that the level of riding in the Club has improved considerably.

The return leg saw an increasingly hot day with a headwind complicating matters and making life tough for the riders.  Three more didn't make it to the end but even so with such a hard race it was surprising that so many stuck it out for so long.  Thankfully Rory McBride and Tony Arão were out along the course with water to keep the riders hydrated.

Miguel managed to maintain his lead, widening his gap at the top of Goba from 2:40 ms to 14:07 ms by the end of the race.  Emil managed to ditch his companions on the Namaacha climb and took a convincing second place.  A few minutes behind him Grichone took third place and Betinho came in fourth, showing that he's no longer Mr 60km, and can again manage a longer race. 

The first lady across the line was Vanessa Rosenfeld who came in 9th overall and was 3rd in the 40-49 category, so an impressive performance as a cyclist and as a woman riding with the men, really exceptional.  No doubt a trip to the Italian Alps may have helped in her training program.

Taking part in this race is it's own reward.  Finishing it is a real achievement.  Getting on the podium is a really hard slog! Congrats to all those who took part, even if they got to the line via mechanical assistance.. For all partipants we had a t-shirt waiting, sponsored by NovaVida. Thanks Werner!

A very warm thanks to all the people, sponsors and institutions that helped make this race possible.:

Race sponsors:
NovaVida Lda
Água Rica
Municipio de Namaacha

Race support:
Paulo Khushaldas (race director)
Rory McBride
Federação Moçambicana de Ciclismo
Yara Seleme

CopaCiclismo Sponsors:
Betinho Bikes
Piratas do Pau

Full results below:

Age group winners
U-23 agegroup
Artur Simoes 1st
James Garrick 2nd

30-39 agegroup
Miguel Duarte
Sergio Grichone
Betinho Cuambe

40-49 agegroup
Emil Levendoglu
Michael Sims
Vanessa Rosenfeld

No riders in the 23-29 or 50+ categories finished the race

Overall Twin Peaks Position Time
Miguel Duarte 1 3:23:32
Emil Levendoglu 2 3:37:39
Betinho Cuambe 4 3:51:27
Artur Simoes 5 3:54:55
MIKE SIMS 8 4:03:52
Vanessa Rosenfeld 9 4:14:11
Ricardo Trinidade 10 4:21:17
Carlos Sales 11 4:31:02
Mario Traversi 12 4:47:53
CESAR ROSARIO 13 4:53:21
Henrique Caló DNF
Boaventura Raul Bombe DNF
João Paulo Cossa DNF

Friday, April 4, 2014

Xefina book available at Blurb

My Xefina book is available at at the following link if anyone is interested.  Cost is high unfortunately as they print on demand.  In the future I might try and find a printer so this may bring the cost down a bit, but that is sometime in 2015.  For now here is the first edition still on sale!


Friday, March 28, 2014

ilha de xefina exhibition is now live!

Welcome to my photographic exhibition on Xefina Island which is now on at the Associação Moçambicana de Fotografia (A.M.F.) at Avenida Julius Nyerere 618 (in front of Hotel Avenida), in Maputo.

Xefina is just a short hop away from Maputo and yet it is totally unknown to most people.  These pictures are part of several years study of the island’s coastal defence structures, built during World War II.  These were built away from the shore, but over the years the currents and erosion have plunged them into the sea.  Some are totally submerged, others live an amphibian life, half in the sea and half out.  One day they will be gone, eaten away forever . . .

Perhaps the best way to understand Xefina Island and it's fortifications can be shown with the following 2 pictures, taken 50 years apart.

The first photo was taken by a young artillery lieutenant, now retired Lieutenant-Colonel João de Sousa Cruz, while he was stationed on the island in the late 1950's.  
The second picture was taken by me 50 years later.  Same cannon, but over 400m of beach have gone in those intervening 50 years...


What is the story of this little sand-bar of an island, in front of a thriving metropolis but almost completely forgotten by it?  Well, the island was known to the Rongas who lived in the region before the arrival of the Portuguese, who only discovered it in 1502 with the great voyages of men like Vasco da Gama and other sea captains.  By the mid 16th century it was being used as a temporary anchorage and trading post for portuguese trading ships sailing down from Ilha de Moçambique and Beira. When Maputo (then Lourenço Marques) was finally settled on the mainland in the mid 1700's, Xefina lost it's importance, and except for the fishing village on it's landward side, passed from memory.  Then World War 2 errupted and although Portugal was neutral it's shipping was affected by the German pocket battleship "Admiral Graf Spee" which operated in the indian ocean in late 1939. 

"Admiral Graf Spee" German pocket battleship

Other German battleships replaced her when she sank and together with German u-boats inflicted heavy casualties on allied shipping in the Mozambique Canal.  The Portuguese decided that the important port of Lourenço Marques must be fortified in 1942, and in 1943 completed construction of several gun emplacements, with the English supplying the 19cm cannons.  These were installed in two locations BAC 1 (Bateria de Artilharia Costeira) on the Catembe side in what is today's FADM artillery school, and BAC 2 on Xefina.  The range of these cannons was 20km.  Eventually 4 cannons were installed at Xefina although none saw active service as the military escort ships now deterred most of the u-boat attacks and the important sea war eventually shifted to the Atlantic.

More information over the next few days.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Maputo Time

I've made my first foray into film-making..  Well, timelapse is not exactly filmmaking, but it sounded good.  Anyway, here's a link to my first movie of sorts.. a short affair at 4 minutes, and done with about 12 "takes" that I've mostly strung together.  As soon as the "final" version was posted I came up with another idea using the telephoto to zoom in on the "action, and V2 was born, which makes quite a difference to the "story-line"..  And what is the story?  Well, remember that I come from a photographer's background, and making movies is still quite alien.  I don't feel very comfortable shooting movies, but the time-lapse feature in the camera feels more like photography, which is probably what attracted me to it. That and the film Chronos which I saw a few years ago and stayed with me ever since.  The poetry of speeding up nature and showing it's patterns is beautiful and humbling, and having that "power" with a camera quite intoxicating.  And some results are quite surprising.  Like taking a photograph in a cave and discovering an amazing shot (well, one amazing shot amongst several hundred out-of-focus ones)..

Now for the story.. Well, it's a bit difficult to create a story with time-lapse, at least it is for me, so I'll need a bit more practice to come up with something a bit more polished and captivting.  My feeling with the medium now is really just to capture as much as I can and work with what I've got, and try and make some sense of what is there.. a bit like collecting magazine pictures and trying to give them some coherence in a collage.  Basically though the rythmns of the sea and a port highway, with clouds and tides thrown in for good measure.

So what were the difficulties?  Sound mostly.  The image capture was pretty straight-forward, although a dirty sensor did spoil a few takes.  As I mentioned, the big epiphany between V1 (on the Vimeo site) and V2 was zooming into the boats moving on the harbour.  That elegant dance becomes the "plot" of the story.  As for the sound, V1 and V2 are completely different through the use of different sound-tracks, which make V1 more of an introspective moody short, whereas the slightly bouncy feel of the V2 track makes it more positive and, yes how "punny", up-beat.

No worries, there are no delusions of grandure here.  I simply had fun making it, and showing my kids the production process.  They won't learn to make movies by watching me once, but I hope they understand that they have the power to create, and that's a trait I hope they inherit.

So sit down, get the popcorn and the coke out and enjoy!

Version 1 posted on Vimeo:

Version 2 right here on Blogger:


And if the above embedded video is really horrible to watch, then try this link on Vimeo for V2:

Monday, November 11, 2013

Something surprising...

I'm a hard guy to surprise.  So when Nikon came out with their Df camera body a week ago I was very, very surprised.  Rumours had been leaking for a few weeks, and I took them with a pinch of salt.  Not that I believed the rumours weren't be true, but rather that the Nikon offering would underwelm.  I mean, a retro camera by Nikon?!  Users have been clamouring for YEARS and when Nikon finally does answer a massive user call like that it's normally a case of too little and too late.  There is already a sense within Nikonista ranks that the batton has firmly passed to Canon again.  The D700, Nikon's first full frame masterpiece is long history and the replacements have been.. ahem.. iffy.  The D800, the supposed replacement is slower and more bloated.  The D600, a supposed tweener camera, for aspiring full-framists who hadn't moved to FF with the D700 and were in the market for something simpler got exactly what they wanted.. Except that Nikon users DON'T fit well into that category!!  We all just wanted a D700 replacement, as fast, as durable, as good as the old one, but.. ahem.. BETTER.

Well, now with the Df those holdouts may have actually got what they wanted.  Of course nothing is perfect in Nikon world.  Nothing ever was, nor will it ever be.  Each product is by force a compromise between differing prospective user demands, but to their credit Nikon generally erred on the side of pro users, thinking that if their buyer wasn't going to use a feature yet, they would grow into it.  Markedly different from the Canon approach, which is to segment their offerings by purposely crippling the various models so that as soon as you've exhausted the camera's limitations (very quickly in some cases) the only option is to upgrade or move up the model ladder.   In recent years Nikon was taking this approach, one adopted by fast moving consumer electronics companies like Sony and Canon, and which Nikon had not yet joined.  But following the the great adage "if you can't beat them join them" Nikon decided to adopt some of the more (financially) successful strategies of their eternal enemies, Canon.  Sad day indeed.  But TODAY..

.. we see a departure from that rather unglamerous itty bitty incremental upgrade strategy.  Today, Nikon has offered us something fresh, something new.  That it had to be a recreation of an old film-body style FM camera is a of a juxtaposition, but in this world of hankering back to bygone (read better) days, they did the only sensible thing, and made the digital camera as manual and basic as possible.  Out went the video (whoever said photographers wanted to shoot video!?).  Out went the overcrowded LCD top.  Out went the flash (on this I'm a bit less happy, but don't let my disappointment be a fly in Nikon's retro ointment).  In came some very basic dials.  Now, to manage a camera you can go back to aperture, speed (together with ISO.. digital's wonderful addition to basic controls) and just take a bloody picture.  The camera is lighter, smaller than any other full-frame animal.  It has the guts of a D4 and D600 (sensor and exposure metre respectively), a weather-sealed body as good as the D800 (just don't go near salt water!) and a very attractive FM camera styled body.  Intelligent design. Without the religious implication.  Something well thought out and almost Apple like, if Apple were ever to really design a camera (the Leica attempt was simply a branding effort, not a real camera..).

Now, who is this camera for?  I mean it's ONLY 16mps..  That's 8 less than the D600 and a whopping 20 less than the D800.  Not a sports camera by any means, nor for wildlife.  Videographers doing weddings?  Get a life and use your iphone you idiots.  So no, not those people.  Someone with lots of manual lenses at home?  Yes, you will be well served, as Roslett from Nikonians says the viewfinder is VERY nice thank you very much, and manual focusing is a real pleasure.  Kid pictures? Well, with the very physical controls, it may be easier to set up than the usual digital interface, so I have to say yes.  But in the interest of complete opinion, I'll have to check with my wife on that!  The limited mega-pixels may be a blessing for most people who photograph with intent, not people who are endlessly cropping (use a telephoto for deity's sake!), as your files won't be endlessly large.  This will be a great camera for people who actually print their pictures, versus the great majority of people out there who pixel peep at 200% in lightroom or post their efforts in Facebook or flicker or whatever photosharing service is the flavour of the month .  This will probably appeal to a bunch of Apple design people, those that don't already own a Leica Monocrome or a Fujifilm X100 or Sony ff 35mm (the model escapes me.. a sort of camera for someone who wants to show off their photographyness but who again just pixel-peeps).  This will appeal to people who have good taste and appreciate classic design (yes, more Apple people).  This will appeal to rich people.  This will appeal to professional photographers who want a lightweight camera backup, or one to take on holiday and that doesn't scare the wife away.  This is finally a camera that I can be proud to own.

Now if Nikon hadn't priced this one out of the ball-park, I might actually sell my D600 to buy one!