#Chardonnet

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[huariqueje]

Silhouette Place Chardonnet - Marc Dailly

Swiss , b. 1978 -

Oil on panel , 30 x 24 cm .

[lounesdarbois]

Messe de l'Ascension à Saint-Nicolas du Chardonnet. Je lui dis que c'est bizarre qu'il soit là. Il répond qu'il a démissionné, qu'il n'est plus de la canaille, que c'est fini. Je lui dis que l'on est bien bon par ici, de le croire sur parole...

[mechanicaldance]

I’ve been thinking of a family Afton trip where they go to France and Emelie can show them all the best places of her home country.

until they come close to Paris where she’s born and the Chardonnet estate is. It’s almost abandoned but there still a few caretakers of the mansion and the kids could probably learn more if their families history, visit Michel’s grave, learn just how bad the Chardonnet kids had it while the parents thrived.

[themanfromeire]

Wolfstar's!Child - Mama Raised a Little Bitch

Parents!Sirius Black & Remus Lupin x Teenager!Reader (ft. Jegulily)

Reader's gender and Hogwarts house is unspecified

This is my first work of the series - if you have any suggestions or requests, let me know!

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Fucked was not a strong enough word to describe how totally and utterly screwed you were now.

When you had first gotten your Hogwarts letter, your uncle Regulus had fallen to his knees (metaphorically) to beg you not to be like James, or your papa Sirius. Remus had joined in too, with both of them citing that ‘Sirius and James were bad enough’ as their justification.

With a promise you had intended to adhere to, you departed to Hogwarts. 

In your defence, you believed you would never even come close to breaking it - you had been going strong for four years now, dedicating yourself to academia instead of continuing the Marauders’ legacy, much to the horror of your godfather and papa.

They had made a big deal about ‘disowning you’, opting to name Fred and George Weasley as their heirs, who were more than happy to accept. You believed it to be a joke. For the most part.

However, now there was a blot on your record - a spill of crimson Chardonnet on a white bedsheet if you will.

A blot that came in the form of Hera O’Donnell.

With her snide remarks and condescending attitude, she strutted around Hogwarts like she were the headmaster herself - as a lioness scoured a savanna for a deer to sink its fangs in to, she paroused her peers, searching for the easiest one to prey upon.

You were her chosen doe. 

In her skewed vision, you wore shoes too big for you to fill - the weight of the Lupin-Black left you crushed by expectations and drowning in inadequacy, waves of failure washing over your head and coating the inside of your lungs with a thick layer of incompetence.

But your head remained firmly above water.

Despite her taunts and jibes being fruitless at first, Hera had hunted you down and separated you from your pack, and now, her teeth finally began to pierce your skin.

 Logically, you should have informed someone. You were not alone - your dad and papa were forever on your side, along with your godfather James, godmother Lily, Uncle Regulus and all of your aunts and uncles, composed of your parents’ Hogwarts friends.

But Hera awoke a different part of you. Something more spiteful. Something more primal.

Reporting it would not be as satisfying. As gratifying. But revenge would be.

If anyone asked you about what had happened to Hera O’Donnell, you would simply claim something along the lines of how ‘her appearance had improved with the addition of a skunk tail.’ It amused your peers, undeniably, but the staff not so much.

Even as your head of house sat you down and informed you of the consequences of transfiguring someone like that and the numerous procedures that Hera was undergoing at St. Mongo’s, having been transferred there for more specialist care, you could not find it in yourself to care. 

However, you absolutely did find it in yourself to care when a crimson envelope fell into your bowl of cereal the next morning. 

You had expected your parents to be informed of the incident, naturally. But a howler? That you had not. Staring at the envelope, Hera’s words swarmed your mind. What if your parents now saw you just as Hera had?

With a quiet sigh escaping your lips, and sympathetic glances from your friends, you opened the envelope, hoping to get it over sooner rather than later. The voice of Sirius Black erupted from the envelope, filling the entire Great Hall.

‘MON AMOUR I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! TRANSFIGURING SOMEO- Oi, Rem, get off! I’m jus-’

‘I TOLD YOU OUR KID WOULD BE A FUCKIN’ GOD AT TRANSFIGURATION!’ Came a proud voice of Remus Lupin, cutting your papa off. ‘LOOKS LIKE YOUR PAPA AND GODFATHER NEED TO REINSTATE YOU AS HEIR AFTER ALL, SWEETHEART!’

As Remus declared that, two very loud and audible sighs of disappointment left the lips of Fred and George. The howler continued, and the sound of a door being slammed open was heard before the voice of James Potter joined in the chorus.

‘WERE NONE OF YOU GOING TO TELL ME THAT THEY TRANSFIGURED SOMEONE?!’ James cried out incredulously and overdramatically, however, he quickly forgot his dramatics in favour of the Marauders’ legacy.

‘NOW ALL YOU NEED TO DO, PRIY, IS TO BECOME ANIMAG-’ the sound of skin hitting skin rung out as Lily slapped a hand over James’ mouth to stop him from accidentally revealing that they were illegal animagi, despite the fact that they legally could register, but they all couldn’t be bothered. James and your papa said it was funnier this way.

‘Darling, as impressive as it is, please don’t transfigure anyone else,’ Lily chastised you gently. She had to at least give off the illusion that they were disciplining you, but you could hear the pride underlining her words and the smirk on her lips.

‘Now, I think it’s best we end this now, hm?’ came the still sophisticated voice of your uncle Reg. ‘Unless we want the entire Hogwarts populous to know James’ social security number.’ There was a chuckle from both the howler and the Hogwarts students at that remark.

‘I want you to know that I am proud of you. The family needed something a little more…Slytherin.’ Regulus remarked before the Howler burst into flames and tore itself up.

Silence filled the Great Hall as everyone took a moment to stare at you and process what had just happened. You looked up and your eyes caught Harry’s.

‘Good job,’ he mouthed at you, giving you a bright smile and a thumbs up from the Gryffindor table, beside a very peeved Fred and George.

Maybe you weren’t so alone or fucked after all.

[urgetocreate]

Marc Dailly, Chardonnet Square, Lyon 1, Oil on wood

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Pierre Clementi with Anna Gael, Catherine Rouvel and Lyne Chardonnet on the set of Benjamin ou Les mémoires d'un puceau (1968)

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Brume- Baud-Chardonnet - Rennes - Mars 2024

[monimarat]

Marat talks his way out of jail by flattering Lafayette

In early October of 1789, days after the March on Versailles, a warrant for Marat’s arrest was issued, forcing him into hiding. He continued publishing L’Ami du Peuple sporadically, but was finally taken in on December 12.

After being questioned, Marat was visited by Lafayette and was freed soon after. His confiscated presses were returned, and L’Ami du Peuple resumed its daily publication. Lafayette would regret it a month later, when he failed to arrest Marat on January 22, helping to turn him into a popular hero.

Marat tells the story in the December 19 issue of L’Ami du Peuple:

Spies, shadowing some friends who were visiting me, discovered my hideout, and last Saturday at dawn I was assailed by a detachment of 25 men, led by the vice president of the Saint-Nicolas-du Chardonnet district. My host [the person who had been hiding Marat], half dead with fear, led them to my door. I opened it in my pajamas. ‘What can I do for you, gentlemen?’ ‘We’ve come to arrest you.’ ‘May I see your warrant? All right; I’m your man. Please allow me to get dressed.’ My papers were confiscated. I asked for a carriage and was taken to the investigations committee. ‘The People’s Friend has come to see you, gentlemen.’ ‘We’re not ready for you yet.’ ‘How many must there be to form a tribunal?’ ‘Three.’ There were only two of them. I turned my back on them and took a seat in the corner. One of the gentlemen sat down near me and made small talk. They had awakened me rather brusquely; I hadn’t eaten breakfast. I accepted a cup of chocolate and continued to chat. They were then ready to begin the proceedings. They asked me (and they knew the answers as well as I did) where I had been and why, and how long I had stayed in each place. After the interrogation, Mr. Lafayette came in. The committee members presented me to him. ‘I have been done an injustice, sir,’ I said, ‘by those who claim that I’ve attacked your principles. You have fought to break the Americans’ chains; why should anyone think you would want to forge new ones for your own countrymen?’ After a rather long conversation on political subjects, I went into an adjoining room and then returned to the investigations committee.

As quoted in Conner’s Jean Paul Marat: Tribune of the French Revolution

[hellojeanclaudequaghebeur]

Michèle Mouton🇫🇷Françoise Conconi🇫🇷#10.Lancia Stratos HF.Lancia Chardonnet:7ème classement final.Monte Carlo 🇲🇨1978

[gacougnol]

Église Saint Nicolas du Chardonnet

Rue Saint Victor

Paris 5, début XX ème

[e642]

Mdrrr non c'est trop. Cette semaine a été compliquée pour moi entre le téléphone, les dépense, les stages, l'angoisse, les nuits courtes, le taff, mon mec, tout. Et là, samedi soir 20h49, jsuis bourrée au Chardonnet avec ma belle mère et on fume des vogue. Ça me fait trop rire c'était inattendu. Mais c'était encore plus fou qu'elle me dise "je t'en voudrais jamais de quitter mon fils, si c'est trop pour toi, pars, je le connais et j'ai fini par te connaître, ne reste pas si tu veux partir". Exceptionnel. J'ai la tête qui tourne et je pensais pas pouvoir en parler avec sa mère mais voilà ça m'a fait du bien. Je suis fatiguée, cette semaine m'a bêtement drainée. J'ai l'impression que je suis au bout, c'est qu'une impression mais c'est pénible. Je me pose plein de questions, j'ai pas vraiment de réponses, c'est juste en suspension. J'aime pas la suspension ça ressemble au rien mais c'est juste déguisé. Juste jsuis bourrée mdrrr et j'en ai marre de tout et jsuis en plein crise existentielle comme d'habitude.

[lounesdarbois]

Saint-Nicolas du Chardonnet, Paris.

[francepittoresque]

HISTOIRE/ACTU | Éducation des enfants : entre fermeté des professeurs et autorité parentale ➽ http://bit.ly/Education-Enfants En 1861, Félix Dupanloup, déjà académicien, mais également théologien ayant eu en charge, vingt ans plus tôt, le séminaire Saint-Nicolas du Chardonnet qu’il réforma de fond en comble afin d’en faire un lieu d’éducation où se mêlaient avec succès les jeunes garçons de familles riches et l’élite des élèves pauvres, décrit dans son « De l’éducation » les principes fondamentaux présidant à une éducation profitable des enfants, et prône la politique de la main de fer dans un gant de velours

[postcard-from-the-past]

Chardonnet Silk Factory of Besançon, Franche-Comté region of eastern France

French vintage postcard