It is M. Barre’s Carousel, (1955) taken by Robert Doisneau, more famously known for taking this picture:
|Kiss by the Hotel de Ville (1950)|
I chanced into an exhibition of his while I was at Uni, and the carousel picture was tucked away in a corner, and I just adored it. Many years on I am still trying to formulate the words to express why it struck me so much, (at least without using the word juxtaposition, because, well, you know…).
He was a bit good at taking snaps, wasn't he?