#Altomonte

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Altomonte, Calabria, Italy

Altomonte is a charming medieval village sitting on a promontory 450 meters above sea level, at the foot of the National Park of Pollino.

The place corresponds to the old village of Balbia, name of Phoenician origin (that means Lord) mentioned by Roman author Pliny, the Elder, when celebrates the goodness of the Balbino wine.

Situated on the hill, the houses seem to be welded to the ground and the rocks, the hills with olive trees, fields and spots are a real timeless spectacle.

During the medieval period, Altomonte became a fortified center and played a significant role in the defense of the region. Over the centuries, the town developed into a typical Calabrian village, preserving its historical character and traditions.

The heart of Altomonte is its historical centre, characterized by narrow cobbled streets, stone houses, and ancient buildings.

The many streets and stairways cluster around the center of the village, where the Church of Santa Maria della Consolazione is located. A true Gothic-Angevin art treasure, with a rose window and a very elegant facade, while the bell tower is decorated with a mullioned window.

Adjoining the church is the Dominican Monastery that now houses the Civic Museum, where important works of art are preserved.

The village offers visitors a chance to savor traditional Calabrian cuisine, with a focus on local products such as olive oil, cured meats, and regional wines.

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Il IX Foro Mundial de la Gastronomía Mexicana arriva per la prima volta in Europa, scegliendo l’Italia e, in particolare, la Calabria, come cornice d’eccellenza

Il IX Foro Mundial de la Gastronomía Mexicana arriva per la prima volta in Europa, scegliendo l’Italia e, in particolare, la Calabria, come cornice d’eccellenza. In occasione dei 150 anni di rapporti diplomatici tra Italia e Messico, l’evento mira a celebrare la cucina della tradizione come patrimonio culturale immateriale dell’umanità, riconosciuto dall’UNESCO. Da Altomonte e Gerace fino a…

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新色ストームとネイビーブルーが登場。コンテンポラリーで機能的なビジネスバッグパック「アルトモントプロフェッショナル」

ビクトリノックスの人気ビジネスバックパックコレクション「アルトモント プロフェッショナル」に、新色のストームとネイビーブルーが登場しました。

流行に左右されない、機能的でコンテンポラリーなスタイルを求めるビジネスパーソンにとっての必須アイテムです。

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ストーム ストームは、壮大な自然とテクノロジーの洗練された機能性の両面からインスピレーションを得たカラーです。ベルベットのようなしなやかさと、嵐のようなダイナミックさを兼ね備えています。

光に当たると、ほんのりグリーンが浮かび上がり、曇り空の地平線や雨風のエネルギーを連想させる洗練された深みのある高級感をまとってます。

ネイビーブルー ミッドナイトトーンのネイビーブルーは、クラシックな色合いで落ち着いた印象を演出���ます。ブラックとは異なる独特なエレガンスさがあります。

細部までこだわった、ビジネスシーンへの万全の備え

アルトモント プロフェッショナルには、さまざまなニーズに応える6種類の耐久性のあるバッグとバックパックがラインナップされています。

各バッグに、取り外し可能なエッセンシャルオーガナイザーが備わっており、充電器、コード、USB、ペンなどを収納することができます。さらに、複数のコンパートメントやラップトップとタブレット用のパッド入りポケットがあり、実用的で優れた収納性を備えています。

一部のモデルはロック付きのジッパーを備えており、大切なビジネスアイテムのセキュリティがより強化されています。また人間工学に基づいて設計、改良されているため、新しくなったバックパネルは長時間の使用による摩擦や疲れを軽減させます。

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タブレットスリング

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シティ ラップトップ バックパック

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コンパクト ラップトップ バックパック

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フリップトップ ラップトップ バックパック

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エッセンシャル ラップトップ バックパック

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デラックス トラベル ラップトップ バックパック

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レッドドットデザイン賞を受賞したモダンな美学と機能性

ビクトリノックスでは、アルトモント プロフェッショナル コレクションに加え、最適で優れたバッグやバックパックを幅広く取り揃えています。アーキテクチャー アーバン2 コレクションは、安心して旅行できるように考え抜かれた収納機能を備えています。

また優れたデザインにより、世界三大デザイン賞の一つともいわれている、ドイツのレッドドット・デザイン賞を受賞しています。

コレクションのすべてのアイテムは、電子デバイスを360度全方向から保護するなどの高度な機能性を誇り、最大の収納容量を備えた洗練された収納ソリューションです。

パーソナライズと手厚い保証

ビクトリノックスのトラベルギア製品は、ブランドのDNAと象徴的なマルチツールの機能性にインスピレーションを受けており、多くの製品にはパーソナライズオプションが提供されています。

最大12文字までのイニシャルや名前を、お好みの色のマルチツールハンドルに刻印することができます。

また、すべてのトラベルギアの商品には、グローバルな1+10年保証が付いています。

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商品紹介

実用的で機能的なデザイン：すべてのモデルには、充電器、コード、USB、ペンなどを収納できる取り外し可能なエッセンシャルオーガナイザーを付属しています。

ビジネス用整理機能：すべてのモデルには、複数のセクションとラップトップおよびタブレット用のパッド入りコンパートメントが備わっています。

モダンで耐久性に優れた素材：アルトモント プロフェッショナルは、どのモデルにも、モダンで耐久性に優れた1680Dバリスティック織りポリエステル 素材が使用されています。

マルチツールからのインスピレーション：一部のモデルは、フロントコンパートメントに取り外し可能なマルチツールを搭載しています。

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Precious Possessions Chapter 11: I Guess Time Makes Fools of Us All

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Series Summary: Defense intelligence conferences are always the same informative but also always boring. You didn't expect anything different for this one, but an unexpected meeting with a man named Dave York, changes the trajectory of your conference experience and maybe even more.

Pairing: Dave York X F! Reader (Original Female Character)

Rating: Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Word Count: 5031

Chapter Summary: Firefly has the chance to prove herself to be an integral part of Dave’s team. Met with resistance from Dave’s cronies sets up a series of events that no one will be able to escape from.

Warning: This chapter is incredibly PLOT heavy as is my tradition, apparently. There’s lots of intrigue and power dynamics at play here. Lovahs, we have here cunnilingus, unprotected PiV, cream pie. Be smart, wrap it up. Angst. Once again please DNI if you are not 18 and over. Also not beta'd, so all errors are my own. Please be kind.

A/N: If you are here and you are reading this I’m so glad you still want to read. A lot has happened in my life and writing has been a struggle. I don’t want to lose the ability to do so again. Even though it’s been nearly a year, this story is ALWAYS on my mind. Thank you to everyone who still believes in my work, especially my sluts

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Chapter 11: I Guess Time Makes Fools of Us All

The warehouse where you met the team was in the dingiest of locations: quiet, nondescript, and unextraordinary to the outward eye. Within the warehouse was a makeshift office, complete with a conference table, a tall counter with a docking station for laptops, and a projector which used the plain white wall as a screen. The aggressive, testosterone-driven nature of Dave’s team heightened the cold, formal atmosphere of the space.

You presented a dossier on your computer and promptly shared it to the wall through the projector and started on an explanation for Ari, Kovacs, and Dave. In his typical fashion, Resnik had not yet arrived. Having no patience for the man and his misogyny, you thought to yourself: Good riddance.

“You’re on the table, ace,” Dave stated with authority, gesturing for you to hand the report and intel on the men you’d encountered in Italy.

He held his gaze on you with the smallest, most unnoticeable yet arrogant smirk on the corner of his lips. On the table, indeed. You’d been there many times on your back, legs spread out wide as his tongue dipped, swirled, and devoured you and as his cock drove into you. On top of the table, bent over, tits pressed firmly onto the dark wood as he dug his hands into your hips while he railed you from behind. And again, on the occasions where Dave gave you control, he lay sprawled on the table as you bounced on his cock until he was crying out your name.

Pivoting back to your presentation and the dossiers you provided, you provided further details about the two men who’d cornered and attacked the waitress while you were on leave in Altomonte.

“The syndicate goes deep,” you began, your voice unwavering in its confidence. “They’ve been heavily involved in the trafficking of young women and girls. The intelligence shows them making moves to grander prospects based on new alliances they’ve made with organized crime clans from other countries. I surmise they plan to diversify into arms dealing.”

A huff of air left Dave’s throat as you spoke. You observed his every move: a rubbing of his shirt sleeve, his furrowed brow that led to darker eyes, a crossing of arms before he lifted his right hand to his chin. He leaned forward, looked at the screen and then back to you. A glimmer concealed to everyone, but you shined in his dark eyes. He looked back at you again, the faint droop of his eyelids telling you he still needed more insurance. He challenged you with a look, just as he challenged you the moment you met him. Just as you knew he always would.

“You know I need to ask,” Dave began, each word steeped in the deep gravel of his voice. “Do you have the logistics or the technicalities?”

You knew he was never one to assume anyone had everything in order.

“I have all the names and numbers for the clients,” you informed him and his men, “all assets are set and the good faith fee is ready to be transferred to our account the moment you give the word.”

Dave’s eyebrows rose a millimeter upward. Any remnants of ease slipped away until the muscles of your chest tightened. The breaths built up in the back of your throat as though someone was grabbing your vocal chords. You worked quickly to bring up the contract, the payment bold and hefty, waiting to make their pockets heavy. His eyes beheld the amount and his entire body turned to yours in response. His body language conveyed more than words could. He started walking towards you, heel to toe, heel to toe, with that look on his face. You’d have taken him right then and there if it was just the two of you. It would be a gift for him entrusting you in securing this contract. As he pulled his hand from his pocket to bring it toward yours, a loud whoosh echoed around you as the warehouse door flew open. Resnik’s short, quick strides hit your eardrums like a petulant bee buzzing around your head.

He barely offered you a glance as he tossed a folder onto the table, where it slid squarely in Dave’s line of sight. His eyes shifted from the folder to you, and then to Resnik.

“I think you should look at this,” he taunted you with a smirk, “before you make any final decisions.”

With as hard as you were clenching your fists, your knuckles grew white and your fingernails dug deep imprints on the inside of your palms. A tight feeling gripped at your chest as Dave reached for the folder. Each move he made happened in slow motion from the moment he opened the folder to the way his brows furrowed as his eyes scanned the documents within. His eyes met yours for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching before they settled on Resnick.

He set the folder down, leaned over the table, and lowered his head. Your eyes stayed on him, following his every move. Each purse of his lips, each shift of his eyes, and the heavy press of his palms so firmly in front of him said more than anything that Resnick or any of his other lackeys could even fathom.

“Antoine Calbert?” Dave voiced, the raspiness coming deep from his throat as he tilted his head slowly at Resnick. “That’s a precarious target, considering his background.”

“Everything already checks out, York,” Resnick replied, a smug smirk forming on his face. “Our client really understands the need for discretion.”

The slightest rise and fall of his shoulders as he crossed his arms over his chest barely revealed his frustration. Your eyes met for a millisecond, seeing the frustration grow and you were certain he saw the same grow in your eyes. If he was hesitant, it was for a good reason. Your shared gaze must have been a moment too long, a moment long enough for Resnick to notice.

With a low voice, he challenged, “Stop thinking with your dick, man.”

“Say that again,” Dave challenged, making himself even larger in front of Resnick’s slight frame.

“Dave don’t—,” you called out as a warning before he brought himself to a place where he couldn’t turn back.

“He is an attaché for the D.I.A,” he stated, his words formed from the air that seethed through his teeth.

And they silenced you. You understood the implications and the danger of having a target well known to him and to every close colleague he’s ever had. You shuddered to think of the consequences if any of it led back to him. Turning to Resnick, you observed the smugness of his demeanor. It screamed in the way he crossed his arms over his chest to how he lifted his chin up just so he had a semblance of looking down upon Dave, despite his short stature. The way he lifted his right brow at a sharp angle was a futile way of proving himself his equal. Disgusting—all of it.

“Two million,” Resnick responded plainly.

A twitch and a squint of Dave’s eyes changed his expression. “What did you say?”

“Two million, Dave,” he spoke as his shoulders rose and as he puffed out his puny chest, “TWO MILLION has already been wired to the offshore account.”

And in that briefest of moments, you swore you saw Resnick turn to you just long enough to give you the most grotesque and arrogant smirk. Despite the transience of it, you felt every bit of contempt that filtered through the dry skin on his thin lips. When you turned to Dave you felt your stomach churn and flip. You felt dizzy, as if you’d spun around many times on a theme park teacup ride. You tried to focus on Dave through it as the gears of consideration shone in the glimmer of his deep eyes.

He made himself taller as a reminder of his authority over Resnick. With the expansive palm of his hand, he rubbed at his chin in contemplation before resting a fist on the conference table.

“It has to be a clean job,” Dave offered with unwavering command. “There can be no mistakes with this one.”

“Dave, you can’t be se —,” before you could even finish the breadth of your words, he suppressed you with a dismissive wave of his hand and his gravelly voice stomped over yours.

“Do I make myself clear?”

He waited for the silent nods of compliance from his men. Each blind follow came so quickly, like dominos falling one after another, and it stirred the sickness in you. Save for Resnick, each filed out of the warehouse, one after another like little ants. You took the moment to move towards Dave.

It felt like your eyes were about to bore through your eyelids as hard as you were glaring at him. He returned his own glare to you, haughty and unyielding, as he tried to win you over with a study of your body and a lick of his lips. The faint aroma of the dissipated remnants of his cologne along with his deodorant, and him, threatened to intoxicate you.

“What the fuck was that?” Resnick’s voice pierced the air coming at you and Dave like an arrow trying to pierce your throat.

Dave’s eyes squinted with critical scrutiny at Resnick’s pushback. Resnick pressed his palms against the laminate surface of the conference table as he looked back at Dave and then at you. His eyes were slick with disdain and the wrinkles on his lips twitched with indignation.

“You’re losing touch, man.” Resnick said, each word pushed out from his mouth, trying to press themselves on both you and Dave.

“Hmph,” Dave smirked, “tell me again: how long has it been since you brought in a job this lucrative?”

“Really, York?” Resnick laughed at the air in the room. “That’s what you’re coming back with when this is the biggest payoff we’ll have had in ages.”

“With a well-known, trusted DIA affiliate as a target,” you jumped in with an even, calm voice.

You kept your back turned to Resnick as you acknowledged him with a simple peek over your shoulder. He met your response with a roll of his eye, clicking his tongue on the inside of his mouth like a petulant child.

“I would hope that I didn’t have to remind you of what would happen if anything traced back to us---to Dave.”

“What the fuck is she even doing here?” Resnick retorted with a shake of his head.

“What good is two million if you’re in prison,” you paused, “or worse?”

“She knows more than any of us about defense intelligence,” Dave chimed in. “Her expertise has been invaluable to our work, and she’s sharp for being with us for such a short amount of time.”

“Well, I should’ve known,” Resnick murmured with a grimace, “she really got to you, brother.”

Impossible as it seemed to you, you grew even more and more disgusted by Dave’s supposed right-hand man. The chuckle that echoed out of the depths of his throat forced you to hold your breath as your anger quivered the corners of your lips.

“You know,” you laughed at him in return, “it’s a wonder you guys even finished any of your jobs without me.”

“Firefly---,” Dave uttered as he observed you whipping around to face Resnick.

You didn’t let him finish as you advanced towards Resnick, “and judging from your poor aim, you really needed me.”

“Well damn, Dave,” Resnick raised his brow at him before he looked you up and down, “what else can she do with that pretty little mouth?”

Beneath the disgust, boiled an anger that started from your stomach, rose through your chest, and percolated in your throat. Your shoulders trembled as you steadied your stance and maneuvered your feet into a strong and offensive position. As though he heard you readying of your stance beneath you, Dave held you back with a firm press of his palm to your forearm. Your brow wrinkled deep in the middle with rage as you turned your face to his.

“Time for you to leave Resnick,” Dave’s voice was as steady as an old tree rooted deep in the ground.

Resnick clicked the inside of his mouth again with a loud tut of his tongue. You heard the breathy and condescending snort that emanated from his throat and expired through his nose. He nodded to Dave, before turning on his heel to leave.

“Get the job done, no mistakes,” Dave warned him as he departed through the warehouse door with nothing more than a dismissive wave of his hand in acknowledgement.

You rested your hands against the cold conference table and released a deep sigh. You tried to soften your jaw that hardened as you grit your teeth with frustration. It was then that Dave turned back to you, an uncommonly soft expression on his face. As he stepped in close, you felt his body heat as he pressed himself behind you. He settled his hands beside yours, breathing in your scent as he waited for you to rest back against him.

But not today.

As he stretched his fingers to your forearm, you snapped your arm away and pushed past him.

“What the fuck, Dave?”

He stood clueless and frozen before you, his arms hanging loosely at his sides as he awaited further explanation. An uncontrollable twitch moved at the corners of your lips. Was an explanation really necessary? Were you giving him too much credit?

And at this thought, you spoke, “Well, that was a funny way of showing you trust me.”

He bowed his head with the deepest of sighs. Every move he made towards you held more caution than the last. When you didn’t pull away, he settled his hands on your hips until they found themselves securely on your tailbone. His expression spoke more to you than any words. A gentle acknowledgment of an apology and a deeper one of trust as he rested his head against yours. It might have been tender if he hadn’t pulled your pelvis closer to his to feel him grow. Limp in his arms, you looked up at him, your stare boring into him.

“Isn’t this enough?” The grit in his voice traveled down every nerve ending of your body like sand slipping down an hourglass.

“Can you be serious, York?” You pushed back and stepped away from him.

“You haven’t been with the team long enough to remember the last time we got a pay out that big.”

“But I’ve been in the field long enough to know that this is more than a calculated risk,” you said as you backed further from him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “If one thing goes wrong, everything will…and that is something you cannot afford.”

“Why are you so certain that this won’t go as planned?”

“Why are you so certain it will?”

“I have confidence in my team.”

“Yeah?” You tried to stifle a smirk, the corners of your mouth twitching downward to a frown. “If it’s taken them this long to find a decent job, then maybe your confidence is misplaced.”

Dave’s response was silence. You, with nothing more to say, shrugged and shook your head. His infuriating inability to concede to any possibility of error on his part deserved nothing more from you.

You didn’t dare to look back at him as you left the warehouse. The frustration that coursed through you was so volatile that it wrinkled the space between your brows as you frowned. It percolated and shook you at your core. As it grew, it felt like the shivers that came from a biting cold and windy night.

You tried to push the useless feeling away once you arrived at home. A light dinner. A hot shower. A glass of wine. They were everything, and all you needed to remind yourself that you would never be responsible for Dave’s failure. And you reminded yourself you could never count on him for your opportunities and success…not that you ever did.

The burner phone you possessed at the moment rested comfortably atop your quartz countertops. Its clean perfection held a haunting quality as it rested alongside the plain manila document envelope that held all the dossiers of the targets you had solely put together. You couldn’t stop staring at it, thinking of each person who wanted you, hiring you, holding money at the ready for YOU. Sharing your spoils with Dave was one thing, but you shuddered at the possibility of having to share it with the imbeciles he so blindly trusted.

At that, you picked up the phone and dialed your contact, finalizing everything in ten minutes for a job that was rightfully your own. The immediate relief you felt after you hung up was a welcome friend. The comfort held you like a warm hug, despite knowing that anxiety and excitement would only ramp up the closer you got to the day you’d finish the job. Sleep might’ve come to you if you hadn’t heard the doorbell startle you from your peace.

A sigh escaped you, knowing it could only be one person. No one ever came to you, no one else had the need. You sauntered to the door, a nearly empty glass of wine in one hand while the other held your bathroom closed at the chest.

The moment you opened the door, the two of you shuddered a simultaneous breath at the sight of one another as though in anger or frustration you wanted each other the most.

“Since when did you knock?” You teased as you left the door wide open for him.

He locked the door behind him, leaving his suit jacket on the coat rack by the front door. He loosened his tie and tossed it on a nearby armchair. Taking the wine glass from your hand, he finished the remnants of the deep red wine within. He kept his eyes on you as he licked the remnants left on his lips before he placed the empty glass on your kitchen counter.

You looked up at him as he brushed away a strand of hair from your face before pulling you to the living room. He sat down comfortably on your couch before pulling you by the waist to him.

“The team left not too long ago,” he spoke of it as though it were an afterthought, his hands more focused on loosening the bathrobe tie around your waist.

“Ok,” was all you could reply.

You hated them.

They hated you.

Dave’s touch was all that mattered in this moment, anyway.

Your breaths quickened as you felt the fabric loosen from your waist and hips as cool draft air danced over your skin. He looked up at you, beholding your face with adoration and longing. You observed how his breath synced rapidly with your own as he tugged at the sleeves, letting the robe cascade from your body and onto the floor. Soon he was on his knees, as he caressed your thighs and ass with his ample hands.

He took in your scent, kissing just below your belly button, and with one swift movement, he hoisted your leg over his shoulder. His lips found the beautiful set of lips set before him, kissing them lightly before drawing a slow wet trail at your slit with the tip of his tongue. You throbbed for him as he sucked your folds before drawing a deep, thick line along your opening.

He took his time there as always, holding on to your thighs and your ass as tightly as he could as if doing so would save his life. Tasting you, devouring you, drinking you was his lifeline. You felt it with each deep slow swirling of his tongue inside you and how his thick fingers pressed your lips open to find your sensitive bud, flicking and swirling the tip of his tongue with so much attention that your legs shook beneath you and you had no choice but grasp tightly to his hair.

With a deep, throaty laugh and a growl, he took the briefest of respites.

“Lie down,” he demanded as he gestured towards your couch.

So delirious for Dave and his touch, you couldn’t even register how quickly you had complied. You barely caught a breath before he pushed your knees toward your chest and worshipped you with his tongue again and again. You didn’t have to drive your hips to his face as he pulled you deeper into him. The inevitable pressure was rising within you as you moaned, writhed, and became a wet mess upon him. Every nerve ending in your body lit from within as he consumed you. You wanted to scream, cry, perhaps both at the same time as you arched your back and grabbed at the surrounding pillows, feeling the wave of pleasure erupting at your core.

“Oh god, oh god,” you cried and writhed beneath Dave, “Ohh,fuuuuck!”

He kept his tongue on slowly responding to your climax, keeping your taste on his lips as you jolted from the aftershocks of ecstasy. You looked down at him, caressing the messy brown locks on his head. He smiled and admired his handy work with his gaze and the pads of his fingers.

He leaned over and kissed you, his face, mouth, and tongue still wet from you. He pulled your body close. With subtle coaxing of his hand, he urged you to grip to his neck before he scooped you up in his arms.

He carried you to your bedroom and tossed you wantonly on to the bed before he discarded his clothes in a corner. You propped yourself up with your right arm, admiring his whole being as he slid next to you in bed. His body shadowed yours as he moved to kiss you, pressing his body to you, urging you to feel how he had grown in need of you. His fingers traced the curve of your breasts, your hips, and then waist.

“I noticed your file on the kitchen counter,” he murmured as his fingers grazed your belly until they moved around your waist to grab your ass. “You took the job.”

“You want to talk about this now?” You exhaled, as he pushed your legs open with one knee.

“Let me finish,” he growled as he tugged at the back of your hair so you had no choice but to keep your gaze and face to his.

A breathy gasp escaped your mouth as he ground his body on yours. The feeling of him on you and not in you stoked the flame that was already inside you. He licked and nipped your neck until his lips settled on your earlobe and you felt him align his hard, throbbing cock to your slick and trembling opening.

“No one deserved that job and the spoils that come with it more than you.”

He didn’t wait for you to respond before he pushed deep into you. You clutched his back with a possessive and sharp grasp while your walls clung to his cock as he throbbed and moved inside you. He thrusted to the rhythm of your body until your intimate dance shifted the mattress and shook your bed frame. The air filled with the scent of your sex and a chorus of your moans.

“Fuck, always wanna come in you,” Dave fought to get out the words as he thrusted quicker, messier, harder.

“Pl—-please,” you begged as you squeezed around him, a twitch away from the point of no return.

“Fuck, — so tight,” he growled and grunted as he drove and spilled into you.

You let out a long, loud cry and held him closer to you, the aftershocks shaking your body. A gasp and a bittersweet feeling of emptiness came from both of you as he pulled out. He rolled to his back and pulled you into the crook of his arm.

“Carol isn’t expecting me.”

With a smirk, you swung your legs over his and buried your head into his bare chest.

“I guess you better stay then.”

Sleep came easy that night, like a quiet, yet eerie calm that filled the air and played so many like a fool before an incoming storm.

***

The incessant and shrill sound of a ringtone jolted you awake. You groaned and shifted in bed to see Dave sitting up to reach for his work, not personal, phone. You sat up with him, pressing your chest to his back, while you wrapped your arms around his waist. He rubbed his eyes and settled them over the dimly lit screen. In an instant, his posture stiffened with his shoulders and back tensing against your gentle touch. His free hand that had been gently caressing your arm tightened around it.

He answered, “York here.”

“Dave, we have a situation.”

A woman’s voice echoed out from the phone. Not Carol’s. Her voice held rationale, composure, and professionalism. It rattled every nerve in your body even more than if it had been her.

“What’s going on, chief?”

Susan. You knew of her and all the impressive things Dave had shared about her. How much she helped Dave and his family. How smart she was. How good at her job she was. How her blind morality disgusted him. Yet, the specter of her competence lingered in the corner, watching your every move.

“I need you on a call in ten minutes, Dave.”

He harrumphed playfully and teased, “Is that all you’re gonna give me, Susan?”

“It’s all you need,” you heard her pause with a sigh that held a hint of sadness, “I wouldn’t have called you if it was nothing.”

“No, you’re right,” he acknowledged, the corners of his brows scrunching toward one another. “See you shortly.“

The screen on his phone turned to black, and he leaned his head back to you with a long, calculated breath.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” you whispered, pressing your head to his.

“Just some more run-of-the-mill DIA bullshit,” he grunted, before pressing himself off your bed.

He gathered his clothes, pulling them on as neatly as he could. The lust shined in his eyes as he stared at you, naked, your sheets merely an accessory to emphasize each soft curve of your body. He hurriedly buttoned up his shirt and tucked it neatly into his navy blue trousers. He gestured for you to come to him. You crawled to the edge of the bed and pushed yourself to rest on your knees and look at him. A frustration grew at your core, sending an unsettling shiver over your body. Sensing it, Dave pushed your mussed waves from your face, setting his hand gently at your neck before pulling you in for a long, eager kiss.

“Watch yourself,” you whispered to him firmly.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Fill me in when you’re done?”

“You got it, Firefly.”

The next two hours left you pacing around the house. Distraction. What you needed was a distraction. You listened to music, started a puzzle, and even went for a fucking jog. You showered, dressed, and paced again. The irony of it all was that looking at your files again for your job was the one thing you had control over. A strange calm filled you as reflected on it, your confidence growing with the knowledge you would finish it and do it well. Better than anyone.

As you exhaled, Dave came through the door, and you stood to meet him. The seconds you beheld each other felt like hours. He twitched his lips and tapped his fingers repeatedly on the inside of his palms. You held your breath waiting for the words to leave his mouth to ease the tension

“I have to go to Brussels.”

The words left you breathless, as though someone had punched you in the gut. Someone had made a mistake. What else could it have been? The thoughts in your brain raced as you tried to find the best way to respond that wouldn’t make you seem overbearing and paranoid.

“That doesn’t seem like the best of ideas.” You spoke slowly as your brain continued to process the turn of events.

“I really don’t have a choice.”

“Let them figure it out, Dave!” You urged. “They fucked something up. You know they did. Don’t fall with them.”

“It’ll be more suspicious if I don’t go.” He pointed out.

“It doesn’t have to be,” you stated, hearing the pitch of your voice rise in frustration. “You have more to lose than any of them.”

“I can salvage it,” he asserted, absent-mindedly gathering his briefcase and barely listening to you. “There’s too much on the line.”

” For fuck’s sake, Dave, are you even listening to me or yourself?” You rushed to him and grabbed him by the shoulders before gliding your hands to his face. “You told me once that collateral damage is messy. Don’t be their collateral damage.”

Tears of anger and frustration formed at the corners of your eyes. Their appearance garnered more anger towards yourself. The feeling of showing vulnerability in front of Dave sent an electrical fire of emotions that coursed between your brain and heart. The futility of persuading him to understand the threat his arrogance posed on him left you devoid of any sort of hope.

“Listen, Firefly,” he said before pulling you close to press his lips deeply upon yours.

As you tasted him through the saltiness of tears paired with the faint aroma and taste of sweet tobacco that seemed to appear in the most stressful of moments.

When was the last time he had smoked?

“I am going to make this work.”

He reluctantly loosened his embrace from you with the speed of loris, his fingertips the last thing to break the bonds that held you together. As he closed the door behind him, the silence pounded against you. His words: a haunting promise you knew he could never keep.

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Allegorical representation of Transylvania and Serbia with a defeated Ottoman soldier below them.

Fresco by Bartolomeo Altomonte, located in St Florian monastery in Sankt Florian, Austria, dated to 1723.

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space themed pronouns and names!!

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Stella

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comet

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Donati

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Juneau

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starik

staro

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pluto

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gala

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halo

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Kepler

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Equalizzatori spietatissimi

Il terzo capitolo della saga cinematografica dediata al cazzutissimo giustiziere Robert McCall è ambientato ad Altomonte, paesino in provincia di Salerno. Il nostro vi arriva gravemente ferito. Lo cura un anziano e saggio medico che lo rimette in sesto. McCall si affeziona al posto e alla gente che lo abita. Qui potrebbe trovare la pace che anela da tempo. E quando si rende conto che un ambizioso camorrista intende fare di altomonte quel che gli pare e piace, si incazza. E pure di brutto. Con le ovvie conseguenze del caso. The Equalizer 3. Senza tregua è meno movimentato rispetto ai precedenti due capitoli. E più inverosimile, data la facilità con cui il protagonista ammazza tutti i cattivi. Tuttavia la pellicola è gradevole, soprattutto per merito del carismatico Denzel Washington. Il suo personaggio è implacabile ma impassato e disincantato al tempo stesso. Lui non alza la voce: lui fa. A malincuore, perchè a dispetto della sua abilità è stanco della violenza nella quale ha vissuto fino a questo momento. Fra gli altri interpreti tre ve ne vorrei segnalare: il veterano Remo Girone, l'ex bambina prodigio Dakota Fanning e Adolfo Margiotta, ex componente del duo comico Olcese e Margiotta. (Che non mi ha mai fatto ridere, ma questo è un altro discorso).

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25 Most Beautiful Libraries in the World

For travelers who love books and reading, there’s no place more enchanting than a big, beautiful library. Being surrounded by thousands of books is a dream for many, but there are some libraries that take things to the next level with their jaw-dropping interiors. These are the kinds of places that act like shrines to the written word, whether they are steeped in centuries of history or are the cutting edge of modern design.  To help you add to your bucketlist, we’ve compiled this list of the most beautiful libraries in the world, many of which could vie for the title of the world’s best library.

The Library of the Benedictine Monastery in Admont, Austria Admont Abbey Library in Admont, Austria There’s little doubt that one of the best libraries in the world is the glamorous Admont Abbey Library of Austria. Full of exquisite frescoes set within Baroque architecture, you only need to take one look at this library to see what makes it special. Pristinely decorated in white and gold, this Austrian library dates back to 1776, although the monastery itself is considerably older.  Besides its grandeur, Admont Abbey also holds the title of largest monastery library in the world, containing around 70,000 volumes. One detail that’s tough to miss is the series of frescoes by Bartolomeo Altomonte that cover each of the library’s seven cupolas.

Bookshelf inside Peabody Library a research library for John Hopkins University in Baltimore, USA George Peabody Library in Baltimore, Maryland, USA At a glance, one could easily mistake the George Peabody Library of Baltimore, Maryland, for a luxury hotel or venue. That should give you an idea of what kind of glamor we’re talking about with this library at Johns Hopkins University. Gazing up from its elegant marble floor past five tiers of balconies to its expansive skylights, it’s hard to believe this is a research-focused academic library and not something far more extravagant.  Interestingly, this library was funded in 1878 by philanthropist George Peabody as a resource open to the public. Today it houses nearly 300,000 volumes, earning it the nickname of “the Cathedral of Books” in Baltimore.

Library of the Mafra National Palace in Portugal Mafra Palace Library in Mafra, Portugal It seems incredible that the Mafra Palace Library is said to be the highlight of a visit to this Portuguese palace. After all, we’re talking about quite an immense and stately royal palace with centuries of history behind it. But when it houses a Rococo masterpiece like the Mafra Palace Library, with marble floors, an intricate ceiling, and books on ornate shelves lining its 88-meter-long hall, that’s absolutely the case.  The library in Mafra dates from 1755, but the collection spans from the 14th to 19th centuries and even includes some volumes that were added only by special permission from the Pope, due to their “forbidden” nature.

The Long Room in the Old Library at Trinity College Dublin. Trinity College Library in Dublin, Ireland A beautiful library that really needs no introduction is the ever-popular Trinity College Library at the university in Dublin. One of the most famous libraries in the world, Trinity College Library is a classic Dublin tourist attraction, with crowds from all over the world visiting to see the stacked shelves of its iconic Long Room. The most impressive building of the library is the Old Library, where the Long Room is found, which dates back to 1592.  Beyond its gorgeous wooden architecture and arched ceiling, what makes the library so important is its vast collection, including the historic Book of Kells and a copy of the 1916 Proclamation of the Irish Republic, not to mention the incredibly symbolic Brian Boru harp.

Abbey Library Saint Gall in Austria Abbey Library of Saint Gall in St. Gallen, Switzerland Although St. Gallen may not be one of the better-known towns in Switzerland, it hides a pretty major attraction overlooked by many. This underestimated feature is the UNESCO heritage-listed Abbey Library of Saint Gall, a worthy contender for the title of world’s most beautiful library.  The Abbey Library of Saint Gall originated in 719 AD, and among its considerable archives lie thousands of books and manuscripts from the Middle Ages. But it’s really the striking carved woodwork and sublime Rococo ceiling that will make you fall in love with this library. Royal Portuguese Reading Room in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil T photography / shutterstock.com

Royal Portuguese Reading Room in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil Few associate South America with enchanting libraries, and that’s part of what makes the Royal Portuguese Reading Room of Rio such a delightful surprise. Built in 1837 to store the largest collection of Portuguese literature outside of Portugal, it seems to have also adopted the Portuguese love of captivating libraries as well. Step into the main reading room of the Royal Portuguese Cabinet of Reading and you’re sure to be overwhelmed by the dark woodwork and golden detail of its three stories of bookcases, not to mention the chandelier and stained-glass ceiling overhead.

National Library of the Girolamini Oratory in Naples, Italy The National Library of the Girolamini Oratory made headlines in 2013, although not for its rich interior or its status as one of the oldest libraries in Italy. Reports stated that the then-director and accomplices had looted the library, but fortunately most of the missing volumes were recovered following the arrests of the culprits. However, the news did rekindle a well-deserved interest in the 16th-century library. Rooms and halls inside the Biblioteca Girolamini vary in look, from modest rooms completely lined with historic wooden shelves to sublime chambers bearing magnificent fresco ceilings. Aerial view of main floor of the public Central Library in Seattle, USA Andriy Blokhin / shutterstock.com

Seattle Central Library in Seattle, Washington, USA While there are plenty of historic libraries that are beautiful, it’s possible to find beauty in modern ones as well, as the Seattle Central Library proves. Easily one of the coolest libraries in the world, the Seattle Central Library opened in 2004 in the city’s downtown area with a hyper-modern design. Still eye-catching today, the building is made of steel and glass, with an abstract design that’s just as interesting from the inside as the outside. The diamond-shaped lattice that wraps around its box-like design lets in lots of light, creating an open, fresh, and inviting feel uncommon with most libraries. Interior of new public library in Stuttgart, Germany Sasa Komlen / shutterstock.com

Stuttgart City Library in Stuttgart, Germany It’s difficult to imagine a more bright and contemporary public library than the Stuttgart City Library in Germany. In fact, since reopening in its new location in 2011, it’d be fair to say that this Stuttgart institution is a true contender for the distinction of best public library in the world.  The cube-like exterior of the library has drawn some strong public responses, but few could argue with the gleaming, minimalist main foyer of the library and its large central skylight. Some might even see in the library’s geometric heart a reminiscence of the incredible, dizzyingly patterned stepwells found in India.

[toshodai]

A selection of photos Izumi-san took while visiting the library of Saint Florian Monastery, a religious complex originally constructed during the ninth century in an Upper Austrian town of the same name. Its library wing wasn't built during the original construction, instead erected shortly after it's Baroque remodeling in the sixteenth century.

It's not far-fetched to infer that Izumi-san used the monastery library as a basis for the Central Library, as many of the architectural features seen in these photos can be seen all over the manga, particularly so in this spread from chapter 8:

Per the monastery's website:

The Monastery library belongs to the most ancient and most impressive ones in Austria. The gorgeous main hall in late-Baroque impresses by the mighty bookshelves that practically isolate the sphere of the spirit. The colourful ceiling fresco (1747) by Bartolomeo Altomonte (figures) and by Antonio Tassi (architectural painting) shows the marriage of virtue and science under protection of the religion. The Monastery library possesses a total number of 150,000 volumes out of which 108,000 volumes (60,000 titles) date back before 1900. 952 titles (i.e. 1.6 per cent) are incunables. 35,443 volumes (59.2 per cent) originate from the 16th to the 18th century, while 23,493 volumes (39.2 per cent) come from the 19th century. 800 medieval handscripts present the most precious treasure. Four showcases in the main hall contain approx. 50 volumes and 600 sheets of cartography from the 16th to the 20th century. They mostly deal with geography, but also genealogy, heraldic and war history. The exlibris collection comprises 253 sheets. The oldest exlibris pieces originate from the first half of the 16th century. In 1930, the Monastery library bought the literary remains of Rudolf Geyer (1861-1929), a Viennese orientalist. Still 20 years later, this collection was considered the most comprehensive one in Arabic literature between Berlin and Rome. Meanwhile, about a third of Geyer's books is indexed.

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Church of Santa Maria della Consolazione, in the medieval village of Altomonte, is the greatest example of Gothic-Angevin architecture in Calabria, Italy.

Photo by Calabria nell'Anima

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Rebecca M. (Sholtis) Murley

Rebecca M. (Sholtis) Murley, 75, formerly of Tunkhannock, passed away on November 30, 2024 at Allied Skilled Nursing, Wilkes-Barre, after a lifelong battle with Multiple Sclerosis. Born in Sussex, NJ, on June 8, 1949, she was the daughter of the late Stephen and Anna Mae Hutchins Sholtis. 

She graduated from Tunkhannock Area High School, class of 1967, and received her Bachelors and Masters in Education from Mansfield University. She later received her PHD from the University of Phoenix, in Education. Before retiring, she taught at the elementary level in the Tunkhannock Area School District and later, as an adjunct professor at the University of Scranton. 

Preceding her in death were her parents, son, Carmen Altomonte, III, and brother-in-law Albert Sutterlin Jr. Surviving is her son, James Harris and his wife Maithao Do, grandchildren Quinn and Alec Altomonte, Lillian Harris, Allison and Jonathan Harris, sisters, Patricia Sutterlin and Kathleen Zgagowski and husband Richard, former daughter-in-law Chandra Walton, and numerous nieces, nephews and cousins. 

A Mass of Christian Burial will be held on Saturday, December 7, 2024 at 10 am at Holy Family Parish Church, 574 Bennett Street, Luzerne. Friends may call on Saturday from 9 am until service time at the church. 

[cinemaslife]

#181 The Equalizer III (2022)

Robert McCall (Denzel Washington) está impartiendo justicia en una masía en Palermo, que está llena de malos y de drogas. Cuando llega el jefe de la mafia en su 4x4 lo hace acompañado de su nieto de unos 10 años, al que le pide que se quede en el coche.

McCall se los ventila a todos y cuando sale ve al chico le dice que se quede en el coche tranquilo, cuando Rob le da la espalda el chico le dispara por la espalda y sale corriendo.

Robert intenta huir con su coche, pero no llega muy lejos cuando lo descubre un carabinieri de un pueblecito llamado Altomonte, lo lleva con el medio del pueblo que lo opera en el momento a vida o muerte y que el propio médico le pide que no diga nada hasta que el hombre se recupere.

Lentamente, Robert se va recuperando y haciendo vida en el pueblo, Enzo, el médico jubilado del pueblo, le deja quedarse en su casa y lo ve como un hombre bueno que ha tenido un percance.

Conforme Rob se hace con el pueblo y sus gentes descubre que la mafia extorsiona a varios de los vecinos, haciéndoles absolutas barbaridades para conseguir dinero.

Él no está al 100%, anda con un bastón y está intentando recuperarse antes de tomar cartas en el asunto, pero la situación se va complicando con los hermanos Quaranta.

Llegado el punto más alto de crueldad con los habitantes y cuando Rob se siente uno más, ya no aguanta la situación y se carga al joven de los hermanos Quaranta y a sus hombres, lo que hace que su hermano mayor Vincent quiera vengarse de Rob y todo el pueblo.

Rob hace una llamada a una agente de campo de la CIA llamada Emma Collins (Dakota Fanning) y él cuenta lo ocurrido en la masía, que hay un gran alijo de pastillas relacionadas con el ISIS y que se debe investigar. Pro la conversación y algunos datos clave, la agente Collins decide seguir la pista y se da cuenta de que la policía italiana está en el ajo, y debe seguir para esclarecer toda la verdad.

Collins logra dar con Robert y le pregunta por qué hizo esa llamada a ella, pero Rob le dice que no es el momento, que tire de la cuerda y se dará cuenta de que el ISIS y la mafia italiana están relacionados. Mientras se prepara para meterse en la mansión de Vincent Quaranta.

Entra en la mansión, se carga espectacularmente a todos los hombres de la mafia como si fuera un ninja y se prepara para hacer sufrir a Vincent como él ha hecho con los vecinos de Altamonte.

Rob se ventila a la mafia de Sicilia y Collins detiene al escalón más alto, ambos reciben palmaditas en la espalda, él por parte de ella y del pueblo, ya que legalmente no existe y ella de sus jefes, que la harán ascender y recibir méritos.

Rob está muy contento con formar parte del pueblo y de que sus vecinos le quieran y pueda formar una vida lejos de la violencia, y le dice a la agente Emma Collins que su madre estaría muy orgullosa de ella, por lo que descubrimos que es la hija de la antigua amiga de Rob que muere en la película anterior.

Ahora que tiene una nueva vida y ha podido devolverle a la hija de su amiga todo lo que ella hizo por él, es el momento de establecerse y poder jubilarse de verdad.

El detalle de que Denzel y Dakota hayan trabajado juntos a lo largo de los años hace de esta película un guiño especial.

[brunopino]

Altomonte, 24 novembre 2024

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Kapuzinerberg

Kapuzinerberg

Auf den Spuren der Geschichte: Der Kapuzinerberg in Salzburg Ein verstecktes Juwel hoch über den Dächern der malerischen Stadt Salzburg ist der Kapuzinerberg. Dieser markante Hügel erhebt sich majestätisch am östlichen Ufer der Salzach und bietet nicht nur atemberaubende Ausblicke, sondern auch eine faszinierende Geschichte. In diesem Blogbeitrag werden wir die Schönheit und die historischen Schätze des Kapuzinerbergs in Salzburg erkunden. Die atemberaubende Kulisse Salzburg, berühmt als die Geburtsstadt von Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, ist nicht nur für ihre musikalische Geschichte bekannt, sondern auch für ihre beeindruckende Architektur und malerische Landschaft. Der Kapuzinerberg, mit einer Höhe von etwa 640 Metern, ist Teil dieses zauberhaften Panoramas. Die steilen Pfade und der dichte Wald bieten Wanderern und Naturliebhabern eine Flucht aus dem Trubel der Stadt und versprechen spektakuläre Ausblicke auf die Altstadt von Salzburg, die Festung Hohensalzburg und die umliegenden Alpen. Geschichte zum Greifen nah Der Kapuzinerberg ist nicht nur ein Ort der natürlichen Schönheit, sondern auch ein Zeuge der Geschichte. Der Name leitet sich von den Kapuzinermönchen ab, die im 16. Jahrhundert in Salzburg ankamen und auf dem Berg ein Kloster errichteten. Ihre Spuren sind noch heute sichtbar, insbesondere in der Kapuzinerklosterkirche, die auf dem Gipfel des Berges thront. Die Kirche beherbergt wertvolle Kunstwerke, Altäre und Fresken, die die Geschichte der Kapuzinermönche und Salzburgs religiöse Entwicklung erzählen. Die Kapuzinerklosterkirche Die Kapuzinerklosterkirche ist ein beeindruckendes Beispiel für barocke Architektur und beherbergt zahlreiche Kunstschätze. Die Deckenfresken, gemalt von Bartolomeo Altomonte, erzählen biblische Geschichten und verleihen der Kirche eine spirituelle Atmosphäre. Die Ruhe und Stille, die in der Kapuzinerklosterkirche herrschen, bieten den Besuchern einen einzigartigen Ort der Kontemplation hoch über den Dächern der Stadt. Panoramablick und Fotomotive Der Aufstieg auf den Kapuzinerberg belohnt nicht nur mit geschichtsträchtigen Stätten, sondern auch mit einem atemberaubenden Panoramablick. Von den verschiedenen Aussichtspunkten aus können Besucher das beeindruckende Stadtbild von Salzburg bewundern, das von den prächtigen Barockgebäuden, den verwinkelten Gassen und den idyllischen Flussufern geprägt ist. Der Kapuzinerberg bietet Fotografen zahlreiche Motive, von denen aus sie die Schönheit der Stadt aus einer einzigartigen Perspektive einfangen können. Ein Ort der Ruhe und Erholung Abseits des touristischen Trubels der Innenstadt bietet der Kapuzinerberg eine Oase der Ruhe. Die gut markierten Wanderwege laden dazu ein, die Natur zu genießen und bei einem gemütlichen Spaziergang den Alltag zu vergessen. Viele Einheimische nutzen diesen Ort, um dem hektischen Stadtleben zu entkommen und inmitten der grünen Hügel zu entspannen. Fazit Der Kapuzinerberg in Salzburg ist mehr als nur ein Aussichtspunkt; er ist ein Ort der Geschichte, Spiritualität und Natur. Von der Kapuzinerklosterkirche bis zu den weitläufigen Wanderwegen bietet dieser Berg den Besuchern ein umfassendes Erlebnis. Wenn Sie Salzburg besuchen, sollten Sie sich die Zeit nehmen, den Kapuzinerberg zu erkunden und die einzigartige Mischung aus Kultur und Natur zu genießen, die dieser Ort zu bieten hat.

Öffnungszeiten

Der Kapuzinerberg ist grundsätzlich rund um die Uhr frei zugänglich. In den Winter Monaten kann es wegen Schnee zu einzelnen gesperrten Wegen kommen.Bitte beachte, das die Öffnungszeiten hier nicht immer ganz aktuell sein könnten. Daher benutze bitte unten den Link "Offizielle Homepage" um genauere und aktuelle Öffnungszeiten zu erhalten.

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