#Cergy-Pontoise

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Saint-Ouen l'Aumone.

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XX/11/2024 Cergy 🇫🇷

Afa Cergy-Pontoise en solidarité avec Gino et tout les antifascistes incarcérés.

Afa Cergy-Pontoise in solidarity with Gino and all the incarcerated antifascists.

#FreeAllAntifas #FreeGino #CergyAntifa #Antifa #Squads

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Campanile Cergy Pontoise Hotel Welcome to Campanile Cergy Pontoise Hotel, a delightful 3-star establishment located in the picturesque city of Pontoise, France. With its convenient location and comfortable accommodations, this hotel is the perfect choice for both business and leisure travelers. At Campanile Cergy Pontoise Hotel, you can expect a warm and friendly atmosphere from the moment you arrive. Check-in time starts from 02:00 PM, allowing you to settle in and make yourself at home. The dedicated staff is always ready to assist you with any requests or provide recommendations on local attractions and activities. With a total of 91 well-appointed rooms, At Campanile Cergy Pontoise Hotel, guests can indulge in a variety of entertainment facilities that are sure to enhance their stay. The hotel features a vibrant bar where visitors can unwind and enjoy a refreshing drink after a long day of exploring the charming city of Pontoise. Whether you prefer a classic cocktail or a local...

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Phone: 06 32 46 56 98

Address: 16 Rue du Maréchal Leclerc 95800 COURDIMANCHE

Email: jerome.mattioli@mattioli-chauffage.fr

Mattioli Chauffage est une entreprise de plomberie générale et de chauffage située à Courdimanche. Nous intervenons sur tout le 95 (Val d'Oise). Nos services de chauffagiste comprennent l'installation, la maintenance et la réparation de vos chauffe-eaux, chaudières tous types et toutes marques, climatisations, pompes à chaleurs. Nous sommes agréés RGE QualiPAC et qualiBOIS, ainsi que Cemafroid pour tout ce qui est systèmes de refroidissement. Question plomberie, nous réalisons vos salles de bains (construction ou rénovation), WC suspendus, tuyauterie, adoucisseurs d'eau, réparations de fuites. Enfin, nous avons développé une expertise dans l'installation, et la maintenance de pompes à chaleur et de systèmes de climatisation sur tout le 95. Nous dépannons à domicile et rapidement 24h/24 et 7j/7 sur la région de Cergy-Pontoise. Nos 20 ans d'expérience et la satisfaction de nos clients font de nous des partenaires de long termes pour vos installations de chauffage, sanitaires et de plomberie.

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Fr 🇫🇷 : Découverte de l'axe de Cergy et de son architecture contemporaine

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An 🇬🇧: Discovery of the axis of Cergy and its contemporary architecture

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2024 French Club Championships (Cergy-Pontoise)

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The architecture of Cergy-Pontoise, France.

L'Ami de mon amie | Éric Rohmer | 1987

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She'll Be Alright (Rated T, Cairo Sweet/Jonathan Miller (Jairo), angst, fluff, for hurricane relief efforts in the South, 1300 word drabble)

Cergy, France 

The weather was as muggy as it had ever been, on and off, during their stay, but Jon surmised that the faint frown on her face that had weighted her bowed lips down during the times it was too hot to write wasn't there for the lack of inspiration or motivation.

“What're you doin’?” 

Jon tried to quickly slide the glass door shut, but the faint smoke smell followed him in. Cairo was curled into herself on the small couch, scrolling through her apps.

“Cairo,” he leaned against the wall, staring at her ponytailed profile. “I thought we agreed —”

“That contract is void, Jon,” she snapped, more out of despair than irritance. “I can't —”  she made a half-hearted effort to look up, but her neck was hurting from being held hostage by her compulsion towards worry. She sighed. 

It wasn't him, but he wasn't helping. 

She sighed again, the frustration having collapsed into defeat as her hand fell into her lap. “I just can't.”

Their little one bedroom apartment in Cergy-Pontoise was tiny, but she was tiny, “So it works out,” she had cooed upon her booking with her cheeky, dimpled grin. At the time, it was her romantic heart that just wanted to get away from all of the heartache that home had left them to suffer, Paris being the first stop on their year-long tour of living — and loving — in Europe.

The apartment was perfect for that, offering a cozy — perhaps slightly cramped — living space for them to begin their journey together, writing whenever and wherever they felt like it, whether it be on the queen bed or lounging in the small garden patio that reminded them of home. It was the color scheme of the listing that had drawn Cairo in, but once they arrived, it thrilled her even more; the blacks, greys, celadon and verdant greens of the paint and decor matched everything at Sweetland Manor, greatly lessening her anxiety and keeping her homesickness at bay in the slightly paler and more modern trade-up. The garden even had an ironwork table, albeit a small, round, white one whose surface was not equipped in either size or stability for the kinds of activity that the one back in Benson had seen. The only thing they hadn't quite counted on was the size of the (mini)fridge and the lack of a full stove, for as cute it was that the aesthetic fit Cairo's petite stature, it didn't cooperate well with either Cairo or Jon’s ravenous appetites for something other than sex and cigarettes. Still, it had become their home away from home, their writing and lovemaking something out of a quaint and boringly repetitive erotic novel that brought them the pleasure and bonding that she had only dreamt about when she planned her gap year around the man she was smitten with, and who was smitten with her. It had been a dream, these past two months ‘under the roofs of Paris’, until the nightmare back home invaded their tranquility.

He sat down, nudging his way against her side, his left arm coaxing her shoulders into an easy slump against his chest.

“I know, alright. You...aren't the only one scared to death about all this shit.”

She shifted, her knuckles idly sliding against his tee. “You worried about Bea?”

He blinked, his brow twitching before correcting itself. There wasn't a hint of venom in her voice at the mention of his soon-to-be ex-wife.

“She ain't even in the pathway. Neither is Benson, you know —”

“It's close enough! Knoxville —”

“Is two counties over! And even if the floods are bad, it's solid. It'll be fine —”

“How do you even know that —”

“It's Lovell Hill.  Hill. You ever get floodin’ there?”

“It don't matter if I never got floodin' this bad before, Jon! People on top of fuckin’ mountains are gettin’ affected. There's dead bodies in the trees, kids, babies floatin’ down the floodwaters. A thousand year flood done washed Asheville away,” her voice cracked. “I hate it here.”

“You don't hate it here —”

“Yes I do!  Right now I do! I can't do nuthin’ about anything!”

“And what exactly do you think you could be doin’ back home besides bein’ trapped in the house with nowhere to go except the second floor?”

“...But Miss Kitty —”

“She'd find her way to that second floor,” he spoke softly but assertively, a hand patting the air as if to quickly stamp out a flame. He accidentally let a small tick of impatience slip through his throat, but immediately recovered, reaching for her hand. “Or the attic. She'll be okay —”

“There's no one to feed her! Boris n’ Black evacuated! Did they take the cat?  No, they didn't!”

Jon recalled the text. It had been a flash flood warning, and they all needed to evacuate immediately. There was no time for anyone to drive all the way over to the Hill to get the cat.

“I'm sorry —”

“I'm just — I'm just — ” her hand bounced against his stomach as a video on her phone held a silent loop of the rushing, ochre-colored waters of the floods onscreen. “The Rainbow Bridge up in Lake Lure washed away. Peoples’ live pets are bein’ washed away. There was one lady who lost ten cats — ten of ‘em, and I can't — hey!”

Jon had snatched the phone out of her hand and kept an iron grip on her waist as he held her phone at his long arm’s length.

“Watchin’ those TikTok videos ain't helpin’, baby girl.” 

He started to chuckle as she struggled but wasn’t truly putting any effort into getting it back. She only mildly hated it when he was like this, smacking at his arms until she hugged them to her chest in a caress, too drained from all of the blunt, realtime depictions of life and death at the hands of a very angry Earth. When she relaxed, he tossed her phone two feet away onto the bed and lay with her comfortably cradled in his arm. 

“I know it's hard. It's hard feelin’ so — helpless. But there ain't nuthin’ either of us can do right now except live our lives.” He cupped her rounded jaw with his fingers, stroking his thumb against her pouty lip. “At least try to.”

She kissed the pad of his thumb, but then shook away from it. “I’m tryin’.”

“I know you are.” They lay in silence for a minute, listening to each other's heavy breaths in the damp evening air. “We can't go home now.”

“I — I know.”

“Hey,” he whispered.

“What.”

“You know I love ya?”

“...I love you more,” she pouted.

“You just love more. Explains your pain over all of that —”, his hand squeezed her shoulder, “ — stuff back home.”

“And you ain't pained? You ain't bothered at all? You…heartless old codger.”

He laughed. “That what you really think of me?”

“No. But I hate that you're so calm n’ collected. It just makes me look crazier.”

“You're allowed to be crazier.”

“...Sexist.”

“Ain't nuthin’ to do with that and you know it.”

“I hate it here.”

“That's fine, I've only been packin’ for London for the past three days —”

“And I hate you.”

“Funny, I thought I just heard a little crazy, farty little forest fairy tellin’ me that she loved me more than I love her.”

“I do,” she pressed her palms into his stomach as she lifted up, eliciting a sharp wince in his disbelieving, open-mouthed grin. She flashed a smug grin of her own and gave him a quick peck on the lips before pushing up and off, bouncing to the bed for her phone. “Imma call Daddy. I bet he can get someone out there to help.”

“...You do whatever you need to do, sweet pea.”

The region in which the Under Virgin Circumstances universe is set has seen unprecedented devastation to all life with Hurricane Helene and hurricane season is far from over. Here are a few links where you can help contribute funds to the rescue and relief efforts:

The International Fund for Animal Welfare donation pages for Helene and for Milton Efforts

The Humane Society of the United States Hurricane Rescue & Relief Efforts

Charity Navigator: Hurricane Helene & Milton Relief Efforts (includes links for pets and their humans)

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Installation view, Latifa Echakhch, A Chaque Stencil une Révolution, 2007, Carbon paper, glue and methylated alcohol, dimensions variable, included in Latifa Echakhch: Speakers’ Corner, Tate Modern, 2008, London, Photo: Marcus Leith & Andrew Dunkley, Courtesy the artist and kamel mennour, Paris / London © Latifa Echakhch

Currently based in the Swiss cities of Martigny and Vevey, Latifa Echakhch was born in 1974 in El Khnansa, Morocco. When she was three, her family relocated to France, where she attended the École supérieure d’Art de Grenoble and later received degrees from the National School of Arts Cergy-Pontoise and the Lyon National School of Fine Arts. She began her studio practice in 2001.

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Éblouie par cette pub du Val d'Oise.

Par contre, pas Cergy, pas Pontoise, pas Argenteuil, pas Sarcelles, que des blancs........ pas le Val d'Oise que je connais :))

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Time loop: Twin sisters Joséphine and Gabrielle Sanz as mother and daughter in ‘Petite Maman’ © Alamode Film

Interview with Céline Sciamma:

“Alliances are extremely important”

An interview with French director Céline Sciamma about her new film ‘Petite Maman’ and the power of women.

By Susanne Lintl, kurier.at, 17.03.2022

[T]ranslated by @thexfridax

Whenever a French film succeeded in the past couple of years, it was very likely that she was involved in it: Céline Sciamma, born in 1978, does not only write excellent screenplays (among others for Jacques Audiard’s great suburban documentary[sic] ‘Les Olympiades’ or for André Téchinè’s ‘Quand on a 17 ans’); with her own films, she’s also become one of the most important voices in the European auteur cinema in the past 15 years. In her new film ‘Petite Maman – When we were children’ (coming to cinemas as of Friday), the follow-up to her multi-award winning female drama ‘Portrait of a Lady on Fire’, the staunch feminist and Lesbian (she was in a relationship with Adèle Haenel for a long time) goes on a tender journey of childhood. At the house of her recently deceased grandmother, an 8-year old girl meets her mother who happens to be of the same age, and finally begins to truly understand her through joint talks and activities.

“It was my idea that a child meets a young version of her mother. Children are a good topic in cinema, because they are precise observers. Vital analysts of their environment and of course of their parents. In a certain way, it makes you come alive, when you observe them. Children are curious and have their own perspective of the world. Instinctively, you think about your own life, your own experiences as a child,” says Sciamma in the interview with the KURIER[.] Of course, she’s borrowed from her own childhood: “There were many connections. First of all, I made the film in the city, where I came from, in Cergy-Pontoise. The house and the rooms are based on my grandmother’s house, which I remember very well. It’s made a lasting impression on me, because I felt comfortable at her place. Grandmothers are key figures for children, especially for girls. When they die, it’s a turning point, a terrible break.”

Céline Sciamma, renowned French screenwriter and director © APA/AFP/JOEL SAGET

Have you also built tree houses as a young girl? - “Yes, I loved doing that. We have also filmed in the woods, where I played as a child.”

In ‘Petite Maman’, Nelly and Marion grapple with reality while building tree houses or playing together, thus getting to know each other. The encounter with the past and her mother’s 8-year old self, makes the present clearer for Nelly. She understands why her mother often feels so sad. “She suddenly sees [T: cue KT Tunstall] her own history through a new lense,” according to Sciamma. A touching scene, where Nelly tries to dispel her mother’s fear before a major surgery, knowing full well that she will get through it: “Everything will be fine”.

Céline Sciamma likes films with and about young people, coming-of-age films that tell the stories of childhood, its loss during adolescence and how this leads to disorientation. ‘Water Lilies’ or ‘Tomboy’ are about this difficult search for identity. Her heroes are always women – they have shaped her, rarely disappointed her, and supported her during difficult times.

Building a tree house with your own child-mother: ‘Petite Maman’ © Alamode Film

“When I look back, then I see that alliances with women were extremely important for me. Alliances that I forged right at the beginning of my journey. With people, who are still present in my life. Especially with my producer Bénédicte Couvreur, who I knew since my film studies. You have to know who to rely on, otherwise you won’t make it.”

Sciamma is one of the initiators of Collectif 50/50, a feminist collective, which aims at promoting gender equality as well as sexual and gender diversity in cinema and audiovisual media. “A powerful alliance often doesn’t look very mighty, but it doesn’t matter. Stick together and believe in your generation, then we are strong. That’s what I want to tell women”.

Next, Sciamma would like to do “something international”. A film, which is not based in France. “I need to try something new. Experiment. Try out something different”. Sciamma hints at the direction this may go. She is an ardent admirer of the Japanese anime master Hayao Miyazaki, [of whom she says] in the US film magazine ‘Little White Lies’:

“I love his masterpieces like ‘My Neighbour Totoro’ or ‘Spirited Away’. It would be wonderful if I could make a film like that”. ‘Ma vie de Courgette’, for which I wrote the screenplay, was already an animated film”.

To better understand your own mother: ‘Petite Maman’ © Alamode Film

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Cergy, les Chênes Bruns.

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Streetart by Pso Man @ Cergy-Pontoise, France, for CAPS Attack

More pics at: https://barbarapicci.com/2023/10/01/streetart-pso-man-cergy-pontoise-france/

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Thirteenth Week

Hi, my name is Robert Laskarzewski, and I am currently a sophomore at the Darla Moore School of Business studying International Business and Marketing. I’m a part of the International Business Responsible International Leadership (RIL) program and will spend the Spring and Fall semesters at the ESSEC Cergy campus. I was born and raised in California, about an hour away from San Francisco. I chose to attend the University of South Carolina specifically because of the RIL program and the amount of time abroad that was offered. Once I was accepted, it was an easy choice to choose to pursue my studies there.

On Wednesday, I was wandering around the old section of Cergy to bask in the amazing warmth that we received (almost 70 degrees Fahrenheit). This was the warmest day that I’ve witnessed in the area since coming to France, a good sign to come that it will only become even warmer as the days pass. (In spite of this, there would be a sudden cold snap later in the week)

On Thursday, I was set to have 2(!) field trips, one for each of my French classes (language and culture), but the night before, our culture teacher emailed to inform us that she would be unable to do the field trip to Montmartre (a place that we had visited on our previous field trip). For my French language class, we had a field trip to the Atelier des Lumières, where there was a Chagall light show exhibition. It lasted roughly an hour and was quite interesting overall, although I actually found the contemporary exhibit to be of more interest to me. It was good to have music accompanying his work as it helped to give the art a bit more soul and body, as well as allowing the audience to have a greater perspective of what Chagall felt when he made his art.

Once I got back from Paris after the field trip, I decided to go for a longer run to go see the Axe Majeur of Cergy-Pontoise, a contemporary monument situated a little less than 2.5 kilometers away from my residence (as the crow flies). The weather was in my favor, besides some brief scattered showers. It was one of the warmer days that we’ve had recently, accompanied by the warm weather that we received on Wednesday.

On Saturday, I went to the flea markets of Paris near the Porte de Clignancourt in the 18th arrondissement. It was quite busy, but I enjoyed it regardless of the decent number of tourists. The weather during the entire weekend had been far colder than it had been during the rest of the week, unfortunately.

On Sunday, I wandered around Paris some more, stopping by several different sights along the way. I stopped by the Jardin du Luxembourg, a very green park/garden with tons of children playing as well as adults sitting and eating lunch. I also saw the Église Saint-Sulpice, a church I don’t remember seeing in the past. I thought that its architecture was quite unique in terms of Catholic churches/cathedrals because of its two rather thin towers that dominate the rest of the structure. Immediately after looking around inside, I stopped in a café to get a coffee and a caramelized pineapple tart.