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Top 10 most beautiful moms in the world

1 : We are in the streets of Pushkar, Rajasthan, one of the most beautiful areas of India where I return again and again. I’m walking around town with my camera. The streets are still deserted, like imprints of a delicious mystery that I savor every second. It is seven o’clock, one of my favorite moments, wherever I am, to watch people and life regain its rights after the lull of the night. I ask myself a few moments in front of a magnificent house. A mother goes out with her child. His flamboyant outfit slices in the calm of this early morning. The magic is total. (Pushkar, India – 2008)

2 : We are in the middle of the bush, in the south of Ethiopia, in a camp of the hamer people. All the women are gathered in the shade under a straw roof. The men are sitting a little further. We are welcomed by a group of women in the most natural way. It’s been a while since I watch a mother play with her son. She makes him jump on his lap, strokes his face, makes it pass into the hands of other women before taking jealously in his arms. Suddenly she leans over him and kisses her three times. Briefly. Firmly. Time has stopped. (Turmi, Ethiopia – 2011)

4 : Kyoto’s Maruyama Park, a sublime and soothing place in this mythical city, where people like to stroll at any time of the day. A place conducive to meetings with the Japanese. Mother and daughter meet each other during an autumn afternoon. They have fun and have clearly spotted me taking pictures of the park. And of them, at the same time … which makes them all the more laughing. I show them the clichés on the screen of my device, they are amazed. Exchange of email addresses for photo sharing: a process that has become habitual and so easy today in all these interactions with the people we meet on the roads of the world. (Kyoto, Japan – 2015)

5 : We venture into the Gorges du Todra. The mountains sparkle with their orange tones, under a blue sky dotted with thick clouds carried by the wind. The place encourages contemplation, facing a nature so powerful. We marvel at the clouds moving at full speed above our heads, contrasting with the eternal and unchanging mountains. The hours pass and we do not meet anyone. Suddenly, a mother appears in the middle of nowhere. She carries her child on her back and walks a good pace through the rock gardens. She makes us great signs and illuminates us with her beautiful smile. (Tinerhir, Morocco – 2003)

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