#French Vinyard

[horrorcrawl]

Eye of the Devil (1966)🏹

Director: J. Lee Thompson (Filmways Pictures)

Genres: Horror, Mystery, Occult, Cursed Lineage 🏰

Notes: French Vinyard, Lavish Interior Sets, Great Cinematography, Religion, Creepy Siblings, Magic Amulet, Cult Ritual Magic, Castle, Sharon Tate, David Hemmings, Black/White Film 🤍🖤

Review: There is almost a romantic quality to this film that took me for surprise from the start. The sparkle of the dresses and eerie buildup to the trance like acting of the siblings Odile and Christian played by Sharon Tate and David Hemmings which add a weirdness to the film that keeps things on their toes. The slow descent from dreamlike to nightmare for the main character was an enjoyable watch however there was a lot of unanswered questions left by the end. So prepare for things to just happen without explanation or context of meaning. This film does feel maybe slightly older compared to some of the other films coming out at the time with camera tech and fx but still a nice watch.

Overall I give Eye of the Devil (1966): Worth the Watch🍇

[g00brielandbeez]

Is it true you showed up to Mary and was like hey!

Cause you don’t know shit (excuse my French) about the human birth system.

So like… how was that for her?

...Uhm...*ahem* Awkward for sure- She thought I was lying, which- I mean, not ideal, and kinda made it difficult to tell her. But we got there eventually. Maybe I should've picked a better place than, y'know, the vinyard- and I definitely should've told everyone in the town as well, 'cause that made it more difficult for her...oops-

[moneeb0930]

Paul Cuffee, shipbuilder, the wealthiest Afrikan in the Amerikkkan colonies, early Black Nationalist and Pan Africanist was born on January 17, 1759.

Paul Cuffee was born on January 17, 1759 during the French and Indian War, on Cuttyhunk Island, Massachusetts. He was the youngest son of Kofi or Cuffee Slocum and Ruth Moses. Paul's father, Kofi, was a member of the Ashanti ethnic group, probably from Ghana, Africa. Kofi had been captured at age ten and brought as a slave to the British colony of Massachusetts. His owner, John Slocum, could not reconcile slave ownership with his own Quaker values and gave Kofi his freedom in the mid-1740s. Kofi took the name Cuffee Slocum and, in 1746, he married Ruth Moses. Ruth was a Native American member of the Wampanoag Nation on Martha's Vinyard. Cuffee Slocum worked as a skilled carpenter, farmer and fisherman and taught himself to read and write. He worked diligently to earn enough money to buy a home and in 1766 bought a 116-acre (0.47 km2) farm in nearby Dartmouth, Massachusetts. The couple would raise ten children together, of which Paul was the seventh in line.

During Paul Cuffee's infancy there was no Quaker meeting house on Cuttyhunk Island, so Kofi taught himself the Scriptures. In 1766, when Paul was eight years old, the family moved to a farm in Dartmouth, Massachusetts. Cuffee Slocum died in 1772, when Paul was thirteen. As Paul's two eldest brothers had families of their own elsewhere, he and his brother John took over their father's farm operations and cared for their mother and three younger sisters. Around 1778 Paul persuaded his brothers and sisters to use their father's English first name, Cuffee, as their family name, and all but the youngest did. His mother, Ruth Moses, died on January 6, 1787.

In 1779, he and his brother David built a small boat to ply the nearby coast and islands. Although his brother was afraid to sail in dangerous seas, Cuffee went out alone in 1779 to deliver cargo to Nantucket. He was waylaid by pirates on this and several subsequent voyages. Finally, he made yet another trip to Nantucket that turned a profit.

At the age of twenty-one, Cuffee refused to pay taxes because free blacks did not have the right to vote. In 1780, he petitioned the council of Bristol County, Massachusetts to end such taxation without representation. The petition was denied, but his suit was one of the influences that led the Legislature in 1783 to grant voting rights to all free male citizens of the state.

Cuffee finally made enough money to purchase another ship and hired crew. He gradually built up capital and expanded his ownership to a fleet of ships. After using open boats, he commissioned the 14 or 15 ton closed-deck boat Box Iron, then an 18-20 ton schooner. Cuffee married Alice Pequit on February 25, 1783. Like Cuffee's mother, Pequit was also Wampanoag.[13] The couple settled in Westport, Massachusetts, where they raised their seven children: Naomi (born 1783), Mary (born 1785), Ruth (1788), Alice (1790), Paul Jr. (1792), Rhoda 1795), and William (1799)

In the late 1780s Cuffee's flagship was the 25-ton schooner Sun Fish, then the 40-ton schooner Mary. In 1795, the Mary and Sunfish were sold to finance the construction of the Ranger - a 69-ton schooner launched in 1796 from Cuffee's shipyard in Westport. By this time he could afford to buy a large homestead and in February 1799 he paid $3,500 for 140 acres of waterfront property in Westport. By 1800 he had enough capital to purchase a half-interest in the 162-ton barque Hero. By the first years of the nineteenth century Paul Cuffee was one of the most wealthy - if not the most wealthy - African American and Native American in the United States. His largest ship, the 268-ton Alpha, was built in 1806, along with his favorite ship of all, the 109-ton brig Traveller.

From March 1807 on, Cuffee was encouraged by members of the African Institution in Philadelphia, Baltimore, and New York to be involved in helping out the fledgling efforts to improve Sierra Leone. Cuffee mulled over the logistics and chances of success for the movement before deciding in 1809 to join the project. On December 27, 1810 he left Philadelphia on his first expedition to Sierra Leone.

Cuffee reached Freetown, Sierra Leone on March 1, 1811. He traveled the area investigating the social and economic conditions of the region. He met with some of the colony’s officials, who opposed Cuffee’s idea for colonization of Blacks from the United States for fear of competition from American merchants. Furthermore, his attempts to sell goods yielded poor results because of tariff charges resulting from the British mercantile system. On Sunday, April 7, 1811 Cuffee met with the foremost black entrepreneurs of the colony. They penned a petition for the African Institution, stating that the colony's greatest needs were for settlers to work in agriculture, merchanting and the whaling industry, that these three areas would best facilitate growth for the colony. Upon receiving this petition, the members of the Institution agreed with their findings.

In 1816, Cuffee envisioned a mass emigration plan for African Americans, both to Sierra Leone and possibly to newly-freed Haiti. Congress rejected his petition to fund a return to Sierra Leone. During this time period, many African Americans began to demonstrate interest in emigrating to Africa, and some people believed this was the best solution to problems of racial tensions in American society. Cuffee was persuaded by Reverends Samuel J. Mills and Robert Finley to help them with the African colonization plans of the American Colonization Society (ACS), but Cuffee was alarmed at the overt racism of many members of the ACS. ACS co-founders, particularly Henry Clay, advocated exporting freed Negroes as a way of ridding the South of potentially 'troublesome' agitators who might threaten the plantation system of slavery. Other Americans also became active, but found there was more reason to encourage emigration to Haiti, where American immigrants were welcomed by the government of President Boyer.

In the beginning of 1817, Cuffee’s health deteriorated. He never returned to Africa. He died on September 7, 1817. His final words were "Let me pass quietly away." Cuffee left an estate with an estimated value of almost $20,000.

Source: Wikipedia

[sunlightandsuffering]

Yo I'm laughing about the vinyard au because I'm a half french-asian woman whose french family side has a vinyard since generations 😂 the coincidence please, and during summer I works with the vines and in the wine cellar wich sells our wine, mostly as a sales adviser. Seeing this topic here is funny to me 😂

Aww Omg lol I love it 😂 the representation u deserve lol!

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[kaoruko-han]

Hej hej, don't worry so much about the manga page about the smell of vinyards. (And the wine therapy was over the top, absolutely agreed. xD) So, I think the manga goes very far in stirring interest but it also hinges on the reader being totally engaged with the subject matter of wine. The argicultural product itself. But even if alcoholic beverages aren't your thing, there're some interesting aspects about the culture around viticulture which could be interesting? (Like history, production, agriculture - still these aspect are less pronounced than wine as beverage it self.)

Yeah it's very good to spark interest! It made me try wine! I hated it :D

But I still can't stop reading and I love to read about all the aspect about the creations of wine, how other countries develop their own wine... I am french too so I feel some kind of pride when they refer to our country haha

Oh they also did a french remake but like... They whitewashed Shizuku and his dad and made the atmosphere more dramatic that it needs to be honestly.

[allovertheworldblog]

Into the Lion's Den

If you ever arrive in Frankfurt by train you will want to have been up early and to have had a good breakfast that morning and be ready for an assault; if not on your body then on your sensibilities.

The city square in front of the main train station is packed full of dodgy characters, most with beer bottle in hand.

Thankfully the hostel was a stone’s throw from the station.

No stones were thrown in the vicinity of the station that day but they were thrown near the European Central Bank headquarters which is in Frankfurt.

Frankfurt is in essence the heart of Euro-land.

The day I arrived there was a protest taking place. I only saw the repercussions the following day.

The hostel I’m staying in is full to bursting.

I feel sorry for some of the non-Europeans staying there.

Frankfurt it turns out isn’t a place that’s of much interest to tourists.

But for whatever reason tonnes of Korean and American and Australian backpackers, amongst others, were lining up to come to the city.

One of the highlights that the tourism office for the city lists are the skyscrapers of Frankfurt.

They’re pretty humdrum it turns out.

Something else you can do in the city is to take the Ebelwei Express tram, which does a tour around the city.

On the tram they give you a small packet of pretzels and a small bottle of the locally produced apple wine, which isn’t that nice.

The tram ride is pretty nice though.

Frankfurt for me has a similar feeling to Brussels.

They both have similarly empty skyscrapers, awaiting redevelopment or whatever and run down parts of their centres.

It’s Palm Sunday so the cathedral is thronged.

There’s a museum in the cathedral which is 3Euro to enter.

They have recreations of the crowns and regalia of the Holy Roman Emperor.

They also have much church silver and regalia.

There mustn’t be enough space in the cathedral museum as they’ve built another museum across the street from the cathedral.

It houses the exact same stuff that’s in the cathedral museum.

Both museums are covered by the same entrance ticket.

I visit the recreated Rothschild Garden, which along with the now demolished villa the Rothschild Family had to sell up for cheap and virtually escape from during the NAZI period.

The Garden has a strange layout and feel to it.

It’s not bordered by fences or railings but by skyscrapers.

After a couple of days I’m ready to leave Frankfurt.

I go to the train station which still has it’s collection of ‘end of the world’ characters outside and within it, not quite Mad Max, more Mad Europe.

I buy a ticket to Luxembourg.

I have to change train a couple of times, at Wiesbaden, Koblenz and Trier.

We pass by vineyards on the side of the Rhine and the valley becomes steeper after a while with castles and castellated houses.

At St. Goarhausen there’s a corresponding town on the opposite side of the Rhine.

A similar small train runs along the other side of the river mirroring us.

We pass by some houses virtually on the track that look like they haven’t been altered in two hundred years.

From Koblenz to Trier we pass alongside the river Mosel, again with similar vinyards up along the sides of the valley.

At Trier train station they have a photo of their famous son, Karl Marx, welcoming us to the city.

The only way that I’m aware that I’ve entered Luxembour is that the signs at the train station have changed, they say 'sortie’ the French for exit.

Before long I’m aware of the Luxembourgish flag flying as well.

[theanamachine-blog]

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[kimbureh]

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[florid-fragments]

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[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

france jake is such a beautiful thing to see, like imagine a french summer with him, i think he fell in love with europe this tour and probably is going to come back for holidays

He certainly looks very at home there 🤗 I hope we can see more vinyard evenings and full linen suits from him in the future.

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[tinyfrenchowl]

A Toast To A Laddie

(Note: A Toast to the Laddies is a staple of Burns Night, and is supposed to be a lass’s cheeky response to the lads’ Toast to the Lassies. This being said, I took liberties with this one, especially with regards to the theme. More in notes under the cut.)

Here’s a toast to a laddie, Tall and warm and sturdy, Hereby I do declare: We’ll drink the wine you made with care.

The earth has stained your calloused hands And time has bowed your back. The smell of apple’s in the air; Our bikes hang on the rack.

The garden blooms every spring Colours in your design And each sweet fruit the summer brings is simply just divine

For you put love in every deed Whether it’s big or small Every flower, ev’ry seed You tended to them all.

You know, my sister ate a snail, she said it tasted like the air at your workbench (A beat, to no avail, you’re supposed to laugh and pass a wrench)

So now let’s raise our glass and cheer For this laddie oh so dear! Here’s a toast to my Papy: He lives on in memory.

Notes: Papy (or Papi) is a common french endearment for a grandfather.

This is for Papy, my grandad who passed away on Tuesday, 4th of January 2021. Retired math and science teacher and amateur winemaker, he tended his vinyard, orchard and vegetable patch with passion. He took us on bike rides to see the donkeys in a field nearby. He loved travelling and singing and camembert for breakfast. And so much more that cannot be put into writing.

The snail story is something my sister told us just a couple days before he passed - she ate some at her boyfriend’s parents’.

Thanks to Faerie and Pan @virtualburnssupper for making virtual Burns Night a thing, and giving me an opportunity to write this. Thank you ever so much @mistresspandora for beta reading!