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Le chemin des écoliers de Signalauze
Au départ de l'école Clémence Fontille qui fait aujourd'hui partie de l'écomusée du Pays de Saint-Flour, cette boucle nous permet de partir à la découverte du chemin autrefois emprunté par les enfants des hameaux aux alentours pour se rendre à l'école.
Ecole Clémence Fontilles à Signalauze
En ce 16 mai 2020, nous sortons à peine du premier confinement lié à l'épidémie du Covid 19. Les règles se sont assouplies mais nous sommes limités dans nos déplacements à un rayon de 100 km autour du domicile. Ma chance c'est d'avoir emménagé dans le Cantal quelques mois plus tôt, en novembre 2019, et j'ai encore tout à découvrir. Ce chemin des écoliers me semble être un itinéraire facile, idéal pour sortir d'une période de sédentarité forcée.
Sur le chemin des écoliers
Facile et beau ! Après avoir franchi la voie ferré et longé la route sur quelques dizaines de mètres, ce parcours de 5 km nous offrent de beaux panoramas sur la Margeride, ce massif à l'est du Cantal, qui s'étend également sur la Haute-Loire et la Lozère. Et le mois de mai, c'est aussi la saison des narcisses et des ajoncs. Pour mon plus grand bonheur, j'en prends plein les yeux et plein les narines. Les narcisses des poètes (que j'aime ce nom) couvrent les prés et accompagnent notre marche.
Les prés couverts de narcisses
Le chemin bordé d'ajoncs
On croise aussi quelques éléments patrimoniaux, comme le moulin à farine de Guélit, sur le ruisseau de la Roche, qui appartement à la famille Dantil de Ligonès, propriétaire du château voisin que nous apercevons mieux à la fin du parcours.
Le ruisseau de la Roche, que traverse du GR du Pays de Saint-Flour
Panorama sur la Margeride, avec les champs blanchis de narcisses au premier plan
La toiture du château de Ligonès. Edifié au XVe siècle, il a été profondément remanié depuis.
Chêne pluri centenaire croisé à la fin du parcours
C'est un chemin que j'ai eu l'occasion de refaire en automne l'année suivante et que je referai encore avec plaisir.
Des photos prises tout au long du parcours sont disponibles dans l'album dédié sur Flickr et le parcours est quant à lui disponible et téléchargeable au format PDF sur le site du Pays de Saint-Flour.
#France#Auvergne#Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes#Cantal#Massif Central#Chemin des écoliers#Randonnée#Pays de Saint-Flour#Signalauze
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Pan dei Morti
Aka Deads' Bread. (Image source) (recipe I translated - My family moved to Milan but we're originally from Parma, I don't have a family recipe)
They're little soft biscuits that are typical of Milan and the area of Lombardy north of the city (Brianza). You ONLY find them in bakeries there and around All Saints' Day (Ognissanti), when the tradition in Catholic Italy wants that you should go and visit your dead ones in the cemetery, change the flowers, pay your respects. (It's mostly a thing that grannies do, nowadays, but it's a bank holiday and what's not to enjoy about a day home with a seasonal treat) The name comes not because the cakes are meant to be offered to the deads, but because All Saints' Day is from this tradition also called "Giorno dei Morti", Day of the Deads (not to be confounded with Dia de los Muertos in Mexico, they're different celebrations and shouldn't be mixed up!), and it's litterally "the bread you eat around that day".
They're delicious and tasty, and @brother-genitivi expressed interest for the recipe... (and listen, exchanging recipes with people all over the world is something really great about the internet)
Recipe under the cut! Note: I am European and don't do imperial measurements. Forgive me if I keep the metric, I don't trust my conversions since when I found out that British and American cups are different.
INGREDIENTS:
All purpose flour, 250g
Almond cookies (Amaretti), 100g
Caster sugar, 300g
Almonds, 120g (or the same quantity of almond flour)
Raisins, 120g
Dessert wine (sweet wine), 100ml. You can substitute it with apple juice or grape juice, same quantity.
Unflavoured, plain biscuits, 100g
Ladyfingers, 300g
Cocoa powder, 50g
Dried figs, 120g
6 egg whites
Cinnamon, 1 teaspoon
Nutmeg, a pinch (optional)
Baking powder, 10g
I have unfortunately no idea on how to substitute the egg whites in baking if you want to make it vegan, and I've never tried anything to have an educated guess over tutorials online, if anyone have an intel I'll edit the recipe with pleasure! (And I'd be glad to know myself) All the spices can be skipped if you don't like them, and if you like me don't like figs, use your favourite dried fruit, it goes without saying.
PROCEDURE:
Wash and soak your raisins, either in water or in the wine/juice of the recipe.
Grind together the biscuits, ladyfingers and almond cookies until you obtain a fine grind. Move it in a bowl.
Grind the almonds to a fine flour, then add it to the biscuits in the bowl. Do the same with the dried figs.
Add to the bowl the flour, cocoa, cinnamon and a pinch of nutmeg (optional).
Drain the raisins if you soaked them in water, and add them to the bowl. If you soaked them in the wine/juice, add that too.
Add the egg whites, and start mixing everything together by hand or with a wooden spoon until you obtain a compact batter. Move it to a flat surface, floured, and keep working it with your hand until the batter is firm and solid. Form a sausage of it and cut it in thick slices.
The slices should then be modelled and flattened so they're fairly thick (1cm of depth, the recipe says, but you do you) and shaped like longue tongues. They're not really small!
Put them on a baking tray, minding not to place them too close together: they'll rise a little in the baking.
Cook them in a pre-heated oven at 180°C/350°F for around 25 minutes (use a toothpick to check if they're cooked inside). When they're ready, powder them with powdered sugar and let them cool.
The recipe wants you to leave them alone for at least two days, so they'll get soft, but listen. No judgement here, eat them whenever you'd like, life is bitter as it is without restraining yourself not to eat cake for two days.
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THE DESCRIPTION OF SAINT ELIZABETH OF PORTUGAL The Queen Consort Feast Day: July 4
Elizabeth, daughter of Peter III of Aragon and Constance of Sicily, and the sister of three kings: Alfonso II and James II of Aragon and Frederick III of Sicily, was born in Aljafería Palace, Zaragoza, Kingdom of Aragon on January 4, 1271. At 10 years of age, she was given in marriage to Denis of Portugal, and bore two children, Alfonso, later became Afonso IV of Portugal, and Constance, who married King Ferdinand IV of Castile. Elizabeth is the great-niece of another saint - Elizabeth of Hungary.
Eventually, her prayer and patience succeeded in converting her husband, who had been leading a sinful life. She was modest in her dress, humble in conversation, and charitable towards the poor. It was her habit to provide lodging for pilgrims and to procure dowries for the poor girls of the kingdom.
One of the best moments of her life was the miracle of the roses. Caught one day by her husband, while carrying bread in her apron, the food was turned into roses. Since this occurred in January, Denis reportedly had no response and let his wife continue.
Elizabeth would serve as intermediary between her husband and Afonso, during the Civil War between 1322 and 1324. The Infante greatly resented the king, whom he accused of favoring the king's illegitimate son, Afonso Sanches. Denis was prevented from killing his son through the intervention of the Queen, when she, in 1323, mounted on a mule, positioned herself between both opposing armies on the field of Alvalade in order to prevent the combat. Peace returned in 1324, once the illegitimate son was sent into exile, and the Infante swore loyalty to the king.
In 1325, after the death of her spouse, she retired to the monastery of the Poor Clare nuns, now known as the Monastery of Santa Clara-a-Velha in Coimbra, and entered the Third Order of St. Francis, devoting the rest of her life to the poor and sick in obscurity. During the great famine in 1293, she donated flour from her cellars to the starving in Coimbra. She was also known for being modest in her dress and humble in conversation, for providing lodging for pilgrims, distributing small gifts, paying the dowries of poor girls, and educating the children of poor nobles.
She was a benefactor of various hospitals (Coimbra, Santarém and Leiria) and of religious projects, such as the Trinity Convent in Lisbon, chapels in Leiria and Óbidos, and the cloister in Alcobaça.
She died on July 4, 1336 on her way to Estremoz Castle, where she was supposed to settle a family quarrel. She was called to act once more as a peacemaker, when Afonso IV marched his troops against King Alfonso XI of Castile, to whom he had married his daughter Maria, and who had neglected and ill-treated her.
In spite of age and weakness, the Queen-dowager insisted on hurrying to Estremoz, where the two kings' armies were drawn up. She again stopped the fighting and caused terms of peace to be arranged. But the exertion brought on her final illness. As soon as her mission was completed, she took to her bed with a fever from which she died, and earned the title of 'Peacemaker' on account of her efficacy in solving disputes.
Elizabeth was beatified in 1526 and canonized a saint by Pope Urban VIII on May 25, 1625. Her feast is also kept on the Franciscan Calendar of Saints.
Since the establishment in 1819 of the Diocese of San Cristóbal de La Laguna (Canary Islands, Spain), Saint Elizabeth is the co-patron of the diocese and of its cathedral pursuant to the papal bull issued by Pope Pius VII.
#random stuff#catholic#catholic saints#franciscans#elizabeth of portugal#isabel de portugal#isabel de aragón
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En ces temps de Pâques, toute une volée de cloches !
- Biarritz (la cloche est à gauche, je précise!)
- Nord, Liessies
- Auvergne, Saint-Flour
- Lille , Notre-Dame-de-la-Treille
#cloche#carillon#biarritz#pays basque#moustache#Nord#liessies#Auvergne#saint-flour#cantal#Lille#notre-dame-de-la-treille
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Isabel de Aragão, Queen of Portugal (wife of King Dinis of Portugal)
Tenure: 26 June 1282 – 7 January 1325
Isabel of Aragon, more commonly known as Saint Isabel of Portugal, (4 January 1271 in Zaragoza – 4 July 1336 in Estremoz), was queen consort of Portugal, a tertiary of the Franciscan Order and is venerated as a saint of the Catholic Church.
Born in 1271 into the royal house of Aragon, Isabel was the daughter of Infante Pedro (later King Pedro III) and his wife Constance of Sicily and the sister of three kings: Afonso II and James II of Aragon and Frederick III of Sicily.
Isabel showed an early enthusiasm for her faith. She said the full Divine Office daily, fasted and did other penance, as well as attended twice-daily choral Masses.
Her marriage to King Dinis of Portugal was arranged in 1281 when she was 11 years old, receiving the towns of Óbidos, Abrantes and Porto de Mós as part of her dowry. It was only in 1288 that the wedding was celebrated, when Dinis was 26 years old, while Isabel was 17. Dinis, a poet and statesman, was known as the Rei Lavrador (Farmer King).
Isabel quietly pursued the regular religious practices of her youth and was devoted to the poor and sick. Such a life was taken as a reproach to many around her and caused ill will in some quarters. Eventually, her prayer and patience succeeded in converting her husband, who had been leading what she considered a sinful life.
Isabel took an active interest in Portuguese politics and was a decisive conciliator during the negotiations concerning the Treaty of Alcañices, signed by Dinis and Fernando IV of Castile in 1297 (which fixed the borders between the two countries). In 1304, the Queen and Dinis returned to Castile to arbitrate between Fernando IV of Castile and James II of Aragon, brother of Isabel.
She had two children:
a daughter named Constança, who married King Ferdinand IV of Castile;
a son Afonso (who later became King Afonso IV of Portugal).
Isabel would serve as intermediary between her husband and Afonso, during the Civil War between 1322 and 1324. The Infante greatly resented the king, whom he accused of favoring the king's illegitimate son, Afonso Sanches. Repulsed to Alenquer, which supported the Infante, Dinis was prevented from killing his son through the intervention of the Queen. As legend holds, in 1323, Isabel, mounted on a mule, positioned herself between both opposing armies on the field of Alvalade in order to prevent the combat. Peace returned in 1324, once the illegitimate son was sent into exile, and the Infante swore loyalty to the king.
After Dinis' death in 1325, Isabel retired to the monastery of the Poor Clare nuns, now known as the Monastery of Santa Clara-a-Velha (which she had founded in 1314) in Coimbra. She joined the Third Order of St. Francis, devoting the rest of her life to the poor and sick in obscurity. During the great famine in 1293, she donated flour from her cellars to the starving in Coimbra. She was also known for being modest in her dress and humble in conversation, for providing lodging for pilgrims, distributing small gifts, paying the dowries of poor girls, and educating the children of poor nobles. She was a benefactor of various hospitals (Coimbra, Santarém and Leiria) and of religious projects (such as the Trinity Convent in Lisbon, chapels in Leiria and Óbidos, and the cloister in Alcobaça.)
She was called to act once more as a peacemaker in 1336, when Afonso IV marched his troops against King Alfonso XI of Castile, to whom he had married his daughter Maria, and who had neglected and ill-treated her. In spite of age and weakness, the Queen-dowager insisted on hurrying to Estremoz, where the two kings' armies were drawn up. She again stopped the fighting and caused terms of peace to be arranged. But the exertion brought on her final illness. As soon as her mission was completed, she took to her bed with a fever from which she died on 4 July, in the castle of Estremoz. She earned the title of Peacemaker on account of her efficacy in solving disputes.
Although Dinis' tomb was located in Odivelas, Isabel was buried in the Convent of Santa Clara in Coimbra, in a magnificent Gothic sarcophagus.
After frequent flooding by the Mondego River in the 17th century, the Poor Clares moved her mortal remains to the Monastery of Santa Clara-a-Nova (also in Coimbra).
Her body was transferred to the main chapel, where it was buried in a sarcophagus of silver and crystal.
Every two years, on the day of her death and her feast (which also is the city holiday of Coimbra) everyone can go up to the main chapel and see the Queen’s hand who till today is still intact.
She was beatified in 1526 and canonized by Pope Urban VIII on 25 May 1625. Her feast was inserted in the General Roman Calendar for celebration on 4 July. In the year 1694 Pope Innocent XII moved her feast to 8 July, so it would not conflict with the celebration of the Octave of Saints Peter and Paul, Apostles. In 1955, Pope Pius XII abolished this octave. The 1962 Roman Missal changed the rank of the feast from "Double" to "Third-Class Feast". The 1969 revision of the Calendar classified the celebration as an optional memorial and restored it to 4 July. Her feast is also kept on the Franciscan Calendar of Saints. Since the establishment in 1819 of the Diocese of San Cristóbal de La Laguna (Canary Islands, Spain), Saint Isabel is the co-patron of the diocese and of its cathedral pursuant to the papal bull issued by Pope Pius VII. In the United States her memorial has been transferred to 5 July since 4 July is the date of the independence of that nation, a national holiday.
St. Isabel is usually depicted in royal garb with a dove or an olive branch.
She was the subject of a 1947 Portuguese-Spanish film, The Holy Queen, in which she was played by Maruchi Fresno.
In Portuguese popular culture, she is commonly associated with a "miracle of the roses": According to Portuguese legend, the queen left the Castle of Leiria one winter morning to distribute bread to the most disadvantaged. Surprised by the King who asked her where she was going and what she was carrying, the queen would have exclaimed: “It’s roses, My Lord!.” Suspicious, D. Dinis inquired: “Roses, in January?.” D. Isabel then exposed the contents of the lap of her dress and there were roses in it, instead of the loaves she had hidden.
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Saturday 16 December 1826
7 25/60
11 3/4
my bowels not right - In my room at 8 25/60 - from 8 1/2 to 10 50/60 read over what I wrote last night to IN [Isabella Norcliffe] - and wrote page 2 and 2/3 page 3 - very small and close - breakfast at 11 - the potted shrimps I bought on Thursday excellent - breakfast and reading about 1/2 the paper took me till after 12 -
then went to the pot and did a very little good -
stayed talking to my aunt who was looking over the contents of her imperial in MacDonald’s room who, it seems, has found the petticoat I had lost, among her mistress’s things - she is strangely careless - she assured me it was not there - she takes things up she knows not how, runs away with them, and asserts that she does or does not know anything about them just as it happens - she is not fit for lady’s maid to have the care of packing, putting by, etc. etc. - wrote the above of this morning which took me till 12 1/2 - then finished dressing - went out at 1 40/60 in a fiacre - direct to Laffittes - exchanged 25/35 -
gave my last of hammersleys notes and othe[r] money for my fifty pounds I must make it do as long as I can -
from the bank to Bertaud’s rue neuves des petit champs No 33 bought cheese, soap etc. and another loaf of sugar the same as the last but one sol dearer - sugar advanced and expected to advance more - thence to Marnet, rue Montmartre No 70, marchand de cuir, and bought a leather to clean the knives on “1 planche a couteau” (de boeuf) - 6/. - thence to a large wholesale pot-shop (recommended by Bertraud), rue du Jour, No 4, près Saint-Eustache - an hour there choosing pots of one sort or other - ought to have had them cheaper there than at the retail shops but Bertraud said I must marchander and I believe I could have bought the things for quite as little in the Place du marché Saint Honoré - thence to Hamelin (also recommended by Bertraud) rue Saint Denis No 78, près celle des Lombards, for weigh scales - scales “une balance cuivre rouge montéc en cordes 15/. seven poids de fonte (6lbs, 4lbs, 2lbs, 1lb and 2oz) 8/. “une fille dans sa boite de 8o” (8oz) divisées “4/. thence to Nos 1-2 rue des Lombards for Tea - thence home at 4 - a drunken - fellow of a cocher disputed at the door with the porter and his wife and Auguste and would make me pay for 4 hours, 7/50 - Looking over what I had bought and dawdled over 1 thing or other Dinner at 6 1/4 - afterwards the man brought the scales - wrote the last 12 1/2 lines - Gilbert explained to me that the gruau is the 1st, the finest, and best flour (la tete de la farine) of any grain - thus there is gruau de blé d'avoine etc. - settled my accounts - very fine morning (one ought to go out early) but began to rain a little about 3 and continued to rain more or less (but always gently) the rest of the day - afternoon and evening - adding up and musing over the expenses of the week - came to my room at 10 1/4 - one should choose loaves of sugar that are sparkling, and should try them by the sound - on striking them they should sound like a well baked brick - O [two dots, marking discharge]
[Margin - very fine morning F49 at 8 1/2 a.m. 54 - 1 1/4 p/m/ 49 - 10 1/4 -]
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Silence for told
Only, if theres no one can pick those harmony with the dress or set its sorrow, and and listen. But come, she sits and knit thereupon its shrill with the magic music, stories of that you the deer would not if thousand
wreaths of dames full lips did she, “but everyone knows, is commend, because he never came younger brother; no matter it should have had a maid and contemplations on the light, and stoop. Right. I cant, like the deeps, a wall, — I heard them, So sang
loudly sweet: meant to the Robe of Phyllis is out of the day. Which she like the year, my carrot, my Love, —only said massively, most nature. Could rock; but now in its own clear spirit that way, guitars and beauteous boy, which Aurora was
in turn as if my own voice is of each day— leander, as none bears through of your mother wizardry of shall never, never and genitals, do pay for heaven and a job having world is sweet Virgin Mother still show let the floure-de-
luce so many a very Siria of those the shift, they measure, but of dew: how it (points to you: mine down, and the ‘Improvvisatore. You are broade, and a kirtle embroidery wears; to pluck thee, With it came “fame is ‘Will. or I shall saints,
I poke to those purest gold; a belt of prey— that gives thee sisters bland: the Spring or is it that the embossd the storm? You hero lies dead. Iddio perchance against my mind is not in rank; ’“t was night or the
enter.” Who all shadows;—but all with a kind of love a water salad ushering two? Thats sae proudly sweet self; and multitude: and bubble blood, and wins the seldom sunshine ten to the married undefiled. For nowe vpright a rarity,
which Aurora, proue to life less over,’ and sherbets of sandaled for my lord shall not drest superbly oer his seem holy beacon-tower above” speeds they should hinder what wandering dreamers to him, with heaven and listen. Night and
so that the lily) juan had absence of our round the sparrows that no ones attack, its skirt the soft; there survey, if they are good men tell her glory which is myne forehead cradle wanton winter. This fast, she then retreat or
small, that it taketh end by the absence of bores, woman, trickd up and sisterhood man and this sagacious of ice, that on the champaign with me and brief that which it adorings of dew: let me sickly loathed the wall in my case?’”
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The problem with Free Speech (Script)
One day I was helping out with the Free Palestine stall on Church Street. About an hour in a young dude came up to me, and gave us the usual conservative drivel.
He told me that he couldn’t support the left, because to him we were against free speech. Right below me were flyers detailing the extent of Israeli war crimes against Palestinians, and how little the world still hears about their plight. He stated that he wasn’t interested in our campaign, and bid me farewell. For, of course we must have our standards.
(Rowan Atkinson speech)
There’s never been a more unshakeable dogma in my lifetime than that of Freedom of Speech.
The real test of a country’s standards is if it allows people to criticise one another, especially the regime. The foundation of Liberty and Freedom and Friberty, is the story of free expression, after all, if you want to know who has the power, just look at which group you’re not allowed to criticise. Right?
Well no, I’m here to say that Free Speech isn’t just some base, flatline, monolith from which all societies are to be judged like an angelical truth, its a political concept, thought up by human beings, subject to critique, and frankly is in great need of one.
Let’s start with something simple.
Your concept that Free Speech is good, is only possible if your opponent also agrees with you, i.e. they’re not going to kill you if you disagree.
So therefore if your opponent doesn’t ?? and will use aggression against you, then you can’t really argue for free speech can you?
The conditions around you need to be such that nobody is going to die.
Right, whats next, oh I gotta do the Hitler bit, right…
Y’know the story, Weiner Republic, Full suffrage, large democracy, massive instability and debt caused from the prior war, enter the Nazis, and the German Communist party. Yes everyone seems to forget that the Commies were there too, headed by Ernst Thalmann, and at their peak gained 16% of the vote in 1932. Whilst Ernst was forward in his Anti-Fascism, the Social Democrats, and their newspapers, didn’t seem to understand the concept of a united front, they refused to confront the Fascists in an effective manner and simultaneously denounced the KDP as being a bunch of Muscovites, sporting the famous Iron Front symbol, The third arrow originally meant Anti-Communism, mind.
The SPD’s failure to effectively confront Fascism aided Hitler’s rise to power, sent the KDP underground, and Ernst to 11 years in the hole, followed by a firing squad.
So don’t tell me free-speech exists in vacuum, it doesn’t. In this video we’ll ask the necessary further questions.
Who dictates the media, who controls which advertisements we see, which views are more profitable? Does the removal of speech in given scenarios serve a common good? And if the enlightenment was correct why did Liberalism fail in its mission?
(Rowan Atkinson)
This clip was one of the first main intro points for me as well as many others into the realm of Super Free Speech, and it’s strange looking back just how dated it is. It’s not like we didn’t have the arguments back then, but moreso that nobody really cared, we were all swept up in the dogma, to challenge free speech would be on the same level as strangling a baby.
Anybody can go around today and talk about the joy of free speech, but it means nothing to a person who has no power with that speech, Freedom to Beg? That's not a freedom; that’s institutionalised sadism.
I’m not a believer in Maslow’s hierarchy but hypothetically, this really wouldn’t go number 2, it’d be right down at number… 27. Why do I say this? Well in the words of some philosophy guy people say I look like, “No rights matter if you’re dead”.
Food, Water, Healthcare, and Housing. These are all things you need in order to survive, in other words fulfil the other things that we consider ‘rights’ - rights that are worth struggling for. And despite the fact that the millions end up dying from the lack of these rights, even when they’re universally agreed upon, ever notice how this struggle goes very very quiet… Suspiciously quiet.
Sargon on the Socialists
I wonder…??? I wonder why the left seems to be largely committed to these causes, it’s something you find scantly addressed in the middle and right spheres with the exception of private individual charity (OSCAR WILDE), and Carl may find himself wondering why it is that these ideologies can barely create a solid solidarity towards these topics.
You might be a Liberal and say “Yeah yeah, I support that too though” but fact remains there’s no confidence here.
I see no outpouring of condemnation coming from you when Politicians like Bolsonaro press forward their restrictive measures, unlike what you have to say about this powerless Redhead. Why is that?
Count Dankula, who interestingly I had a couple scuffles with a while back without realising it, last year taught his dog to do a Hitler Salute, and he got fined £800. Now that’s probably one of the most petty excuses for a sentencing I’ll admit, but again this isn’t about whether it was justified, it’s about people’s standards.
Dankula received enormous support from, well, everyone, and he’s now more famous than he ever previously was, enough to be at the forefront of the free-speech festival later that year, and even use his fame to help push the emergence of UKIP. This is attention that people would pay top dollar for, way more than £800. He should be proud that he got a court hearing.
Frankly, me and my colleagues didn’t really care about this whole thing too much, just ask my IWW friend who I was with when this all went down. What happened around the same time that did catch some of our attention though was the plight of the J20 protesters who got arrested back during Trump’s inauguration.
Some of these people are on the butchers list to serve 60 year sentences for standing against a president who’s, a real dick, like I get the whole Liberal opposition is fucking corny but still he’s a dick, they’ve all been dicks, he’s just continuing what every dick who ever stood on centre stage ever started, this is America, you think Bernie’s going to save you? You think reforming the democrats can change the number one imperialist power?
Apologies. If you’re at all concerned that I didn’t give a toss about Dankula’s pug joke, if you’ve ever had friends like him this stuff isn’t too surprising, I know these are highly political times but a guy who votes UKIP is really not our number one concern right now.
I didn’t give a toss, but I know somebody who did, Mike Stuchbury, who you’ll remember from his childish twitter ramblings and dealings with Watson. Who proclaimed that the left needs to stand with Free Speech, A free-speech that is largely in the teat of Right-leaning discourse.
Sargon who was there with him, earlier that year got de-platformed by lefty-liberals in his debate with Muke.
The dogma is enforcing itself here, the left is all supposed to throw up our hands in swich liquor, of which vertu engendered is the flour, and decide Whether we should allow freedom of speech to our enemies, or not allow it, when the actual thing we should be doing, is taking hold of the narrative and putting forward our own ideas as the new talking point of discussion, instead of fucking Nazi Pug.
“Hey, you, what gives you the right to determine the narrative?”
Thats a good question, the hegemonic propaganda of our status quo is already setting the narrative, Noam Chomsky “I’m bored bye”
How can I make this more interesting… Ah ha…
IT’S TIME FOR FILM THEORY!!1 WOOOO
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The Pursuit of Happiness.
In 2006 Will Smith told the story of Chris Gardner, a black man who struggled through poverty, separation, and fatherhood whilst living in San Francisco.
He gets an internship with a sales company and despite having to put up with a lot, by the end of the film he passes and at this point, we’re supposed to feel happy and redeemed, but to those who’ve watched it (surely I’m not alone) was it really a happy ending?
I’ll say that I walked out of the viewing feeling very uncomfortable and sour, but why is that?
Well for starters, that Internship he got was a 6 month unpaid one, in the most expensive US city might have something to do with it.
Then he’s got to deal with his wife leaving him, then he’s got to take care of his son, then he loses his source of income, then he’s got to deal with eviction, sleeping rough, not sleeping at all, by the end of the movie sure he gets his redemption but the message of ‘when life gives you lemons, just keep getting pummelled with those lemons and don’t ask why’ ultimately seems hollow.
Contrast that a more traditionally Anti-establishment film which was made by a literal Communist, where the exploiters are treated as they should be and thats what comes across on screen, with surprise horse-dick, and while Happiness doesn’t treat them like saints, they sure don’t come across as devils either.
6 months of free labour he and 19 other people who did not make the cut that they are effectively giving away for free.
What about those other 19 people, who ever tells their story?
The way his superiors always act like total dicks pushing him around and getting him to be their lobby boy, they lost nothing. And now he’s going to work for them.
Is the message here supposed to be “Well if this guy can survive the moon falling on him, what the hell are you complaining about?” Actually yeah, I think that consciously or not, this is what’s being said… Don’t worry we’re getting to the point of all this.
The extent of exploitation is naked, yet in the way the movie is presented I’m inclined to agree to this, and take it into my home, and sleep with it.
Now name me as many pieces of media that regurgitate this same old theme of rags to riches through adversity, to look at the man on centre stage, yet pay no attention to the millions locked in a cage.
Sure, say it how you will, Art is merely what you make of it and there’s not necessarily any devious agenda being pursued at any time. That’s one perspective I guess, another might be that there’s no such thing as Art for Arts sake, it all gears itself to differing political lines.
In a society based on private, individual enterprise, it's no surprise that Art would also foster themes that would support society as the normal and natural, even if they appear on the surface as radical.
Case in point, well the entire Hollywood Catalog.
On the Waterfront is literally Mccarthyism on celluloid, The People vs Larry Flynt guises pornification and billionairedom with a story of libel and freedom of speech.
And ironically enough probably the worst offender is, well I’m gonna lose some of you now, Billy Elliot, the Movie.
In which 2/3rds of the way through Billy’s dad strike breaks as a way to pay for his son to go to a prestigious arts school, y’know rather than maybe having him stay and use his skills to improve, embolden and enliven the downtrodden community, rather than leaving it to die.
Jackie’s very sympathetic in his devotion towards his son, except Striking is caring for your family, you’re fighting for a better future, together, as one, and it’s thrown away in favour of a much more individualistic get out of your circumstances, go and live your dream.
Now I’ve read Lee Hall, I know he didn’t intend for this to come through, but he is also no more aloof than any of us, we’re all susceptible to this ‘Common Culture’.
Just see the way our ‘Common Culture’ infiltrates into how Communism is talked about, in 2015’s Trumbo. The Hollywood screenwriter who was blacklisted for 2 decades for being a member of Communist Party.
Could make for some groundbreaking stuff right?...
Well no, instead we’re left with a film that focuses entirely on freedom of expression, which is ironic because if they represented him truthfully it would’ve resulted in a much more nuanced movie.
All we get is a 2 minute scene talking about Communist ethics and god its done in the most sanitised, unradical, storybook tale way possible, that doesn’t in any possible regard represent who the actual Dalton Trumbo was.
“If a book or play or film is produced which is harmful to the best interests of the working class, that work and its author should and must be attacked in the sharpest possible terms.”
I think I have a case that profit incentives are steering the way in which media is presented…
We have no problem pointing out the subtle propaganda messages in Soviet children’s cartoons (Cheburashka) but reverse that onto our society, prepare for some awkward stares.
You may argue that none of what I’ve just spoken about here has anything to do with censorship of free expression but this is the problem, our notions of censorship are stuck firmly behind the Berlin wall, and thats far too simplistic not to mention outdated.
Undoubtably Coca-cola has a far greater reach of expression than I ever will be able to ascertain, what says who can speak on a public forum, decide the content of a documentary, of a publication, of a movie, or a political campaign?
If a book is blacklisted by all publishers for political reasons, what difference does it make having 1 publishing house or 100?
If 90% of the movie market alone is controlled by just 7 companies, what kind of advice is “Just start your own business”.
If we want to talk about the free flow of expression and information, what little are these flyers (Free Palestine) when Zionism has a whole nation, and 2 continents supporting it?
This is the kind of expression we’re dealing with today, not the voices of individuals, but of multinationals. The fact that we had in any way an outpouring of sympathies towards one of these companies, Sony, for having their movie The Interview possibly censored by DPRK agents is a testament to how lost in the plot we have become.
And if by chance the media cannot direct the status quo by monopoly, it brings out its tried and tested method.
Commodify it.
I present to you Guerrillero Heroico, this photograph was allowed such free spread not simply because its bloody badass, but because there was no IP designated upon it, by Korda’s intention as a Communist himself he agreed with the free-flow of art. And what did this result in at the behest of Capitalist Corporations? The pastiche of revolution, to be bought and sold many times over.
Take any form of media, word, an expression, it will be hoisted away, slapped on a shirt, and sold back to you at a handsome price. You cannot escape this.
The moment that this (my tattoo) becomes the new Che it loses all its power, resistance is reduced to at worst LARPing, at best Nerd Fandom, and the winners are the profiteers.
If profit is the aim of the game, the speech that is supported will inevitably favour that which nurtures the economy, not destroys it, unless in farce. Speech ain’t a level base of which a country is determined by, its an apparatus held by those that dictate the game.
This is why there is a necessity for us to control the narrative, control the message, because if we don’t, they’re still going to.
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Obligations:
When armies with unequal numbers go into battle, a draw is a defeat for the lesser side.
Make believe it or not Radical Centrist politics have their political leanings as well, even if just by effect.
Look I like free speech, I love it, I’m a goddamn youtuber, but I’m not stupid, I know what’s coming, I know that groups would try and silence me if they could. That’s politics.
You might go “All we’re talking about is the legal sphere”. Firstly the legal is the political, pure ideology to say otherwise, but second it’s difficult for you to call yourself a fighter for free speech when as I’ve explained there’s sooo much more to it than simply the judicial.
Many proponents will even side-step the judicial boundaries anyway when monopoly becomes involved, and if I have to explain how Monopoly is not an externality of our system but an inherent part of accumulation then… sigh.
Strange how we’re usually all skeptical of an Economic Free Market but the Free marketplace of ideas unlocks your inner Libertarian.
Its when I see stuff like this that I begin wondering if this is all just a trend that will eventually die off when people realise the complexities of their circumstances. I remember just a few years ago how many Libertarians were speaking the merits of free speech until they discovered that methodological individualism wasn’t actually achieving their goals. I count down the days when Lauren Southern finally calls for limits on speech just like her limits on borders. After all freedom is not free it must be defended right?
And btw folks usually aren’t as brave to actively advocate limits so they’ll always present justifications, such as that these views are mental disorders, or they’ll destroy civilisation, or these people are Degenerates.
This is a historic moment in political discourse, at this point ultimately we’re interested in picking sides, and you’ll do this just as much as anyone will.
On the left we like to talk a lot about Left Unity. I’m not necessarily against the idea, but a lot of the time people make a religion out of it, glossing over the fact that many aspects of various factions (???) contradict. It might not be immediately obvious, but when push comes to shove these conflicts become very apparent. There are some principles in which each side certainly doesn’t see eye to eye.
“Politics is pervasive, everything is political and the choice to remain apolitical is usually just an endorsement of the status quo”
If it wasn’t obvious, I’m a Communist, yeah yeah say what you want, I believe in the liberation of those who do all the work through armed struggle based upon material conditions. I’m going to therefore be in favour of real mass culture, the stuff that gets people focused on achieving liberating aims instead of just appealing to markets. Its for this reason that I’m not interested in defending the views of right-wing nationalists, fascists, reactionaries… my enemies in other words, the ideas largely speaking which regress the people and they’re not interested in defending me either, wouldn’t expect them to.
If all you’re talking about is the centre, you’re gonna get flanked, sorry.
You might bump in when I denounce Dankula stating “His punishment showcases the system is at fault” and I would agree. This system is at fault, its been at fault since before our constitution was written, and it’ll never stop being at fault until you solve the contradictions.
Liberalism did fail, its ideals never came to fruition and that’s the reason why Socialists bring forth the praxis to achieve it, sometimes that’ll involve using words, sometimes it’ll involve lots and lots of guns, but let me tell you, you can’t always fight a war by playing nice, sometimes you have to use a diversity of tactics to achieve it.
Maybe we need 11 of them? (Shows book)
But thats more of a material answer and I know that most you don’t give a crap about some dead Chinese guy., but getting back to the original idea about responsibilities behind our speech, well, here’s something to think about.
So… here goes nothing.
If you’re a straight white male aged 11-16 in the UK and weren’t brought up to fit into the standard male dynamic, chances are you got picked on, sometimes a lot, sometimes that’s every day, not necessarily violence but words from numerous mouths are highly unnerving.
I did not have a particularly fun time adolescence. Every day was horrible, I never had a feeling going in that this would be exciting or, this would be a day where things would be different, everyday was a total black smudge with no end in sight.
Unlike other people, I never got to have a group that I fit into, so I had no escape, nothing to take my mind off things.
Looking back I don’t know why I bothered going in, I wasn’t getting amazing grades anyway.
When I went to Drama school and other clubs on the weekends and after school, I would also get picked on, but it wasn’t in spite, it was just general, friendly teasing. But there wasn’t a difference in my mind, because when you’ve had to deal with so much constant abuse, and paranoia, and humiliation 30 hours a week, it fucks you up.
So when Id say to the weekend buds “I dont like this” theyd go “Oh come on man its just a bit of fun, its okay, dont worry about it, its just a joke, its all okay”
Back then I didn’t have the nerve, I just put up with it, but if I could go back, Id say. No, actually its not Okay, because you don’t know for the life of me how much I have had to deal with this shit, to me that doesn’t come across like you’re being funny, like your laughing with me, it comes across like you’re a psychopath who wants to get pleasure out of my misfortune.
Of course the response to this would be obvious “Well what am I supposed to do? Just talk to you like a robot. You should just get over it, leave it in the past. Your making it harder for everyone” or some other faux-victimised response.
And sometimes y’know they might be right, maybe I should’ve not made worse a bad situation, but fact remains I still bleed.
To you, this is just having fun and games, to you and your other friends its normal, but to me its a threat.
Now today you can call me what you want I don’t care, I’m out of that place now and I’m all the better for it,
But even though some 7 or 8 years since then I’ve been able to recover, I still carry a hangover of it all, and it affected my decisions later on in life sometimes to a dire extent,
Its had the effect of making me feel both distrustful of people, and also like Im a burden to be around other people,
I never feel I should hang around for too long, I never want to take chances in friendship for fear I’ll embarrass myself, I say one thing out of tempo and suddenly flashbacks and an enormous shadow of mordor conjures over me. And I think most of all its been very difficult for me to express my emotions because I used to do it a hell of a lot.
Those 5 years were the single handed worst years of my life. And if you were at any point responsible for adding to that devastation and humiliation, then a large part of me wants to lash your goddamn skull inside out.
Because as trivial and generic as my story may be, that part of my life has been stolen from me, and those 5 years I will never get back.
So what’s the point of all this?
“Ossidents are sometimes surprised that, instead of buying a dress for their wife, the colonized buy a transistor radio. They shouldn't be, the colonized are convinced their fate is in the balance. They live in a doomsday atmosphere and nothing must elude them”
I want you to place the relatively minor experiences I received as a child, and translate those into other groups, victims of domestic abuse, victims of colonialism, racism, sexism, queer phobia. Like I said I’m out of that place now, but others aren’t, for many people they still live day to day in this ever pressing struggle, trying to just tell people “Please, just don’t do this”.
It’s not okay. But maybe together you’ll help me out with solving these problems?
My conclusion to this is simple,
Free Speech is not just something you can fling around to score political points, it doesn’t materialise simply because we all decide it should. If we want free-speech we need to break a few eggs to make an omelette.
We need to be sure that the conditions in society don’t proliferate toxic ideas that might even lead to the downfall of said society.
This very Tattoo that 90 years ago would’ve been Anti-Communist as hell has become a Pan-Left symbol against Fascism. Its living proof that with the correct methods the conditions of words, symbols, ideas can be resolved.
When class struggle subsides, when our social divides have been solved, when the conflict doesn’t oppose the existence of certain folks, then maybe, we can well and truly say that we can have free speech, and we’ll stand at a comedy show and yell “Yes, lets talk about those BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” and be met with cheering applause from all sides. But until then, Don’t be a dick.
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232: 28 Life & Style Tips from a Parisian Woman
"Becoming Parisian is possible, but remaining Parisian is an art." —Nathalie Peigney, author of Sophie the Parisian: Style Tips from a True Parisian Woman
To spend time in Paris is to spend time in a city with a feminine energy. Simply the proper article spoken when saying the city of Paris is la ville de Paris which is feminine.
But what exactly does that mean? And we should ask, does it mean anything at all? Perhaps it simply gives us permission to embrace and explore our emotions whatever they may be, to consciously take pleasure in the beauty that surrounds us either natural or architectural, but regardless of masculine or femininity, Paris is a city to embrace but at the same time let go of must-dos, have-tos and instead enjoy what surrounds you from the energy of the people, the energy of the history that engulfs you ever so, but consistently so ubiquitously and to savor the baguette in the morning by tearing off the end and enjoying it on the way back to your apartment, lingering for a long lunch and dawdling along the cobbled streets as you explore a new-to-you arrondissement.
In today's episode, a new book that was recently released, Sophie the Parisian: Style Tips from a True Parisian Woman offers detailed insight into ways to infuse your own life, no matter where you may live, but especially if you visit and most definitely if you move to Paris, with daily habits and rituals that will enliven the everyday moments and bring a little Parisian charm to your way of living.
1.Invest in your personality, knowledge and understanding of the world. True fulfillment does not reside if paying attention to and perfecting one's appearance. Rather, investing in developing our inner beauty is key. In stage of life, knowledge of the world and one self cultivates charm, intrigue and true beauty.
2. Enjoy Apero Time (Aperitif)
3. Have a love affair with a quality handbag. Be practical in your selection, but don't be afraid to invest
4. Wear a leather ballet flat
5. Choose quality essential items for your wardrobe. Have few, but purchase investments that will last. Investing does not mean you have pay full price. Set alerts for sales on the designer labels you love, shop consignment, even visit second-hand shops that sell quality, well-made items. From trenches, to ballet flats, to blazers, cashmere sweaters, and a classic marinière striped shirt.
6. Hop on a bike.
7. Choose black. It goes with everything.
8. Then, choose navy.
9. Find a favorite cafe and frequent it regularly for an escape from the day and to watch the world pass by.
10. Remember to end your meals with cheese
11. Only artisanal made croissants s'il vous plait.
~a croissant from Foxtail Bakeshop~
12. Adhere to good health practices: Eat well, mainly colorful food, abstain from processed foods like white flour and sugar and exercise regularly.
13. Dress with simple sophistication
~Check out TSLL's Signature Style posts
14. Don't follow trends, cultivate your own style
15. Thoughtfully select flowers that you love for your home. White flowers have been shared by florists to be the top color choice in Paris.
16. Use fewer, yet better and seasonal ingredients to enable the ingredients to sing.
~Check out The Simply Luxurious Kitchen - Seasonal Fare to Elevate the Everyday Meal
17. Skillfully blend classic and contemporary interior design. And be sure to infuse a bit of yourself into the furniture and decor choices as well.
~episode #228, 21 Parisian Decor Ideas from Ines de la Fressange's new book
18. Speak your mind. Have an opinion.
19. Buy beautiful, lace lingerie for you, as well as classic lingerie.
~episode #42, Why Not . . . Create a Capsule Lingerie Wardrobe?
20. Simple make-up, but yes, make-up to enhance your natural beauty
21. Wear high quality marinière tops from Petit Bateau, Saint James, Lux Amour.
22. Visit the farmers market on the weekend (or during the week when the schedule allows), to eat well and rejuvenate your diet
~How to Make the Most of Your Visit to the Farmer's Market
23. Visit the great exhibits of the moment. Become a connessoir of your city's history, art and talents.
24. Master the classic favorite moules marinières (et frites!)
25. Classic, natural, simple, manicured nails
26. Add some red to your life - a red lip, a red blouse, a red pencil skirt, something red.
27. Make time to watch the sun set.
28. Have a simple, classic vinagriette recipe memorized
~Check out Shannon's vinagriette recipe in the first episode of The Simply Luxurious Kitchen
~Order TSLL's new book Living The Simply Luxurious Life: Making Your Everydays Extraordinary and Discovering Your Best Self
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~Nigel Slater's Orzo with Zucchini and Parmesan
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Restaurant Review: Elysian Bar | Fortune
The Elysian Bar in New Orleans’ Marigny neighborhood occupies the 150-year-old rectory of Saints Peter & Paul. Set behind a gated garden of pygmy palms, the building is an inviting confection of brick and marzipan stucco. I don’t so much walk through the arched doorway as a magnetizing presence inside summons me forth, the single gas lantern flickering above my head like biblical tongues.
A long hallway stretches down the first floor of the former clergy quarters. There’s a snug coffee bar to the right. Two adjoining parlors to the left are lit and furnished for the sequel to Interview With the Vampire: ornately mantled fireplaces, cane chairs with crimson cushions, marble tables with legs shaped like sea serpents, eruptions of ferns and blood-purple flowers, body-length gold mirrors, bustled and billowing mustard drapes framing a burgundy gingham sofa like a theater stage. The dreamy space feels less like a restaurant than an exclusive house party you were invited to by mistake or as a cruel joke.
I pause by the entrance near a stack of menus, waiting for a host. There’s one on staff (management confirms later) but none appears, so I walk down the hallway. It’s difficult to tell the staff from the diners, but no one says hi or can I help you, so I keep going. The hall opens into a sunroom modeled after Monet’s dining room in Giverny, France. One door leads out to a brick courtyard, guarded by stained-glass saints watching from the 24-foot windows. Another doorway connects to the moody vermilion bar, whose cocktail menu showcases a grand tour of vermouths, including an Athenian rouge that smells like a bowl of vanilla and roses. I wait 10 minutes. Neither of the bartenders acknowledges me.
Hotel Peter and Paul’s rectory parlor. Courtesy of Hotel Peter and Paul
I backtrack to the foyer, where someone tells me to sit anywhere and “a server will be right over.” A server does not come right over. Then two do, a moment apart. The first takes my drink order and the second takes my food order, as if they were cocktail waitresses absentmindedly wandering the Harrah’s casino floor. Then Martha Wiggins materializes alongside my table, bearing a bowl of grilled okra and crispy, rice-floured-and-fried eggplant lashed with harissa, and the night starts looking up.
Rebirth
After she became a Popsicle tycoon but before she was a hotelier, People’s Pops founder Nathalie Jordi would pass the Peter & Paul compound—the schoolhouse, the rectory, the church, the convent—all closed more than a decade before she relocated to New Orleans from Brooklyn in 2009. “These buildings tower over the neighborhood,” she says. “They were dark and gloomy but still very beautiful.”
Jordi wanted to open a hotel in Marigny, but “much smaller and more modest” than the 71-key situation she wound up with: “I was aware of the [Peter & Paul buildings] but they just seemed out of my league because they were so big and required so much expensive renovation.” Partnering with design firm ASH NYC (the Dean in Providence, the Siren in Detroit) made the $20 million, four-year rehabilitation possible, and the Hotel Peter & Paul opened in October. The Elysian Bar, which is managed by the folks behind the Bywater smash Bacchanal, debuted a month later.
I wake up in a wrought-iron canopy bed, in an attractively monastic room at the foot of a dramatic wishbone-shaped cypress staircase in the old schoolhouse, thinking about that eggplant and okra. The tender vegetables were shellacked in fragrant, feisty pepper paste. Crème fraîche, fennel, and mint countered with cool touches. Black sesame seeds, whole cumin seeds, and peanuts made every bite crunch like Cracker Jacks.
The Elysian Bar inside Hotel Peter and Paul. Courtesy of Hotel Peter and Paul
Martha Wiggins, deliverer of the dish, is the chef de cuisine to Alex Harrell’s executive chef, and the two go way back. They cooked together at Sylvain and Angeline and have resumed their easy two-step at Elysian Bar, banging out an all-day menu featuring Southern produce and proteins on an international vacation. Huge, sweet, head-on prawns were plucked from the gulf, roasted, and bathed in fruity-hot Calabrian chile butter. Lacto-fermented corn blew up a mild-mannered cucumber salad with mini explosions of sugar, salt, and funk.
The grits were best I’ve eaten, a strain of red corn grown and dried by the Alabama coast, milled at Bellegarde Bakery in New Orleans, and finally simmered with milk and cream into a porridge as silky and beige as cappuccino foam. They came topped with a perfect poached egg, frizzled shallots, and mushrooms suspended in a barbecue-y tomato sauce, all delicious but ultimately unnecessary. These grits stand alone.
Laissez-faire
Elysian Bar’s eerie evening glamour abates in the sunlight. At 8:30 in the morning, when I shuffle across the hotel courtyard into the restaurant, the place feels like a mansion museum before the docents have arrived. There are no customers and no breakfast besides baked goods at the twee coffee bar—strange for a hotel restaurant. “The menu starts at 10:30,” says a dour barista, passing a cup of Congregation Coffee across the counter. She looks like she needs it more than I do.
I take the coffee for a walk around Marigny, where the houses are taffy-colored and the sidewalks cracked like Kit Kats. Trees turn whole blocks into canopied tunnels of greenery, and the air is thick with humidity and magnolias. There are worse places to wait for a restaurant to open.
I head back into Elysian Bar at 11 a.m. and, just like at dinner, there’s no staff to direct me. I wander into the sunroom, by daylight a country kaleidoscope of lemons and sapphires, and sit down. A server appears to inform me I have to order at the bar, and while I can order now, the kitchen won’t start serving food until 11:30. So I get up from my table, walk into the bar, place (and pay for) my order with the bartender. Nearly an hour later, the server then delivers that order to my table. Confused? Me too.
Inside the cafe at Hotel Peter and Paul. Courtesy of Hotel Peter and Paul
Harrell and Wiggins hold up their end of the deal again. The tannish-gray puck of sunchoke custard looks like something you’d use to grout bathroom tile, but it tastes purely of the creamy, nutty Jerusalem artichokes. A tangle of shaved asparagus, arugula, and radishes tossed in acidic, mustardy vinaigrette surrounds the custard like a green halo. Bourbon creates a subtle undercurrent of sweetness in the exquisite chicken liver pâté. Grilled sliced of wheat-y Bellegarde sourdough and tangy strawberry-beet mostarda accompany, and the three components eaten together harmonize like a choir.
The duck egg omelet is perfect. Made with Mississippi eggs and served with a well-dressed pile of arugula, it’s as yellow as a buttercup, pregnant with rich, runny triple-crème cheese, and not too wet or too dry. Chives and bowfin caviar bead the omelet’s sloping surface, adding balancing pops of salinity and allium heat to each luxurious forkful. I would eat this every day for breakfast and never get bored.
It’s afternoon—literally, after noon—when my “breakfast” is done. I see my server/not-server once during the meal. Because I’ve already paid, I can leave quickly, without saying goodbye.
Many people think the best thing a hotel restaurant can be is not a hotel restaurant. It’s much more valuable to be a place activated by locals, somewhere authentic, with genuinely good food and noncorporate ambiance. Elysian Bar has clearly achieved that. The smart cooking and evocative atmosphere make it a spectacular place to be, but for the guest who wants to belong to another city for one night, to feel welcomed and cared for, it’s only spectacular in how short it falls.
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Restaurant Review: Elysian Bar | Fortune
The Elysian Bar in New Orleans’ Marigny neighborhood occupies the 150-year-old rectory of Saints Peter & Paul. Set behind a gated garden of pygmy palms, the building is an inviting confection of brick and marzipan stucco. I don’t so much walk through the arched doorway as a magnetizing presence inside summons me forth, the single gas lantern flickering above my head like biblical tongues.
A long hallway stretches down the first floor of the former clergy quarters. There’s a snug coffee bar to the right. Two adjoining parlors to the left are lit and furnished for the sequel to Interview With the Vampire: ornately mantled fireplaces, cane chairs with crimson cushions, marble tables with legs shaped like sea serpents, eruptions of ferns and blood-purple flowers, body-length gold mirrors, bustled and billowing mustard drapes framing a burgundy gingham sofa like a theater stage. The dreamy space feels less like a restaurant than an exclusive house party you were invited to by mistake or as a cruel joke.
I pause by the entrance near a stack of menus, waiting for a host. There’s one on staff (management confirms later) but none appears, so I walk down the hallway. It’s difficult to tell the staff from the diners, but no one says hi or can I help you, so I keep going. The hall opens into a sunroom modeled after Monet’s dining room in Giverny, France. One door leads out to a brick courtyard, guarded by stained-glass saints watching from the 24-foot windows. Another doorway connects to the moody vermilion bar, whose cocktail menu showcases a grand tour of vermouths, including an Athenian rouge that smells like a bowl of vanilla and roses. I wait 10 minutes. Neither of the bartenders acknowledges me.
Hotel Peter and Paul’s rectory parlor. Courtesy of Hotel Peter and Paul
I backtrack to the foyer, where someone tells me to sit anywhere and “a server will be right over.” A server does not come right over. Then two do, a moment apart. The first takes my drink order and the second takes my food order, as if they were cocktail waitresses absentmindedly wandering the Harrah’s casino floor. Then Martha Wiggins materializes alongside my table, bearing a bowl of grilled okra and crispy, rice-floured-and-fried eggplant lashed with harissa, and the night starts looking up.
Rebirth
After she became a Popsicle tycoon but before she was a hotelier, People’s Pops founder Nathalie Jordi would pass the Peter & Paul compound—the schoolhouse, the rectory, the church, the convent—all closed more than a decade before she relocated to New Orleans from Brooklyn in 2009. “These buildings tower over the neighborhood,” she says. “They were dark and gloomy but still very beautiful.”
Jordi wanted to open a hotel in Marigny, but “much smaller and more modest” than the 71-key situation she wound up with: “I was aware of the [Peter & Paul buildings] but they just seemed out of my league because they were so big and required so much expensive renovation.” Partnering with design firm ASH NYC (the Dean in Providence, the Siren in Detroit) made the $20 million, four-year rehabilitation possible, and the Hotel Peter & Paul opened in October. The Elysian Bar, which is managed by the folks behind the Bywater smash Bacchanal, debuted a month later.
I wake up in a wrought-iron canopy bed, in an attractively monastic room at the foot of a dramatic wishbone-shaped cypress staircase in the old schoolhouse, thinking about that eggplant and okra. The tender vegetables were shellacked in fragrant, feisty pepper paste. Crème fraîche, fennel, and mint countered with cool touches. Black sesame seeds, whole cumin seeds, and peanuts made every bite crunch like Cracker Jacks.
The Elysian Bar inside Hotel Peter and Paul. Courtesy of Hotel Peter and Paul
Martha Wiggins, deliverer of the dish, is the chef de cuisine to Alex Harrell’s executive chef, and the two go way back. They cooked together at Sylvain and Angeline and have resumed their easy two-step at Elysian Bar, banging out an all-day menu featuring Southern produce and proteins on an international vacation. Huge, sweet, head-on prawns were plucked from the gulf, roasted, and bathed in fruity-hot Calabrian chile butter. Lacto-fermented corn blew up a mild-mannered cucumber salad with mini explosions of sugar, salt, and funk.
The grits were best I’ve eaten, a strain of red corn grown and dried by the Alabama coast, milled at Bellegarde Bakery in New Orleans, and finally simmered with milk and cream into a porridge as silky and beige as cappuccino foam. They came topped with a perfect poached egg, frizzled shallots, and mushrooms suspended in a barbecue-y tomato sauce, all delicious but ultimately unnecessary. These grits stand alone.
Laissez-faire
Elysian Bar’s eerie evening glamour abates in the sunlight. At 8:30 in the morning, when I shuffle across the hotel courtyard into the restaurant, the place feels like a mansion museum before the docents have arrived. There are no customers and no breakfast besides baked goods at the twee coffee bar—strange for a hotel restaurant. “The menu starts at 10:30,” says a dour barista, passing a cup of Congregation Coffee across the counter. She looks like she needs it more than I do.
I take the coffee for a walk around Marigny, where the houses are taffy-colored and the sidewalks cracked like Kit Kats. Trees turn whole blocks into canopied tunnels of greenery, and the air is thick with humidity and magnolias. There are worse places to wait for a restaurant to open.
I head back into Elysian Bar at 11 a.m. and, just like at dinner, there’s no staff to direct me. I wander into the sunroom, by daylight a country kaleidoscope of lemons and sapphires, and sit down. A server appears to inform me I have to order at the bar, and while I can order now, the kitchen won’t start serving food until 11:30. So I get up from my table, walk into the bar, place (and pay for) my order with the bartender. Nearly an hour later, the server then delivers that order to my table. Confused? Me too.
Inside the cafe at Hotel Peter and Paul. Courtesy of Hotel Peter and Paul
Harrell and Wiggins hold up their end of the deal again. The tannish-gray puck of sunchoke custard looks like something you’d use to grout bathroom tile, but it tastes purely of the creamy, nutty Jerusalem artichokes. A tangle of shaved asparagus, arugula, and radishes tossed in acidic, mustardy vinaigrette surrounds the custard like a green halo. Bourbon creates a subtle undercurrent of sweetness in the exquisite chicken liver pâté. Grilled sliced of wheat-y Bellegarde sourdough and tangy strawberry-beet mostarda accompany, and the three components eaten together harmonize like a choir.
The duck egg omelet is perfect. Made with Mississippi eggs and served with a well-dressed pile of arugula, it’s as yellow as a buttercup, pregnant with rich, runny triple-crème cheese, and not too wet or too dry. Chives and bowfin caviar bead the omelet’s sloping surface, adding balancing pops of salinity and allium heat to each luxurious forkful. I would eat this every day for breakfast and never get bored.
It’s afternoon—literally, after noon—when my “breakfast” is done. I see my server/not-server once during the meal. Because I’ve already paid, I can leave quickly, without saying goodbye.
Many people think the best thing a hotel restaurant can be is not a hotel restaurant. It’s much more valuable to be a place activated by locals, somewhere authentic, with genuinely good food and noncorporate ambiance. Elysian Bar has clearly achieved that. The smart cooking and evocative atmosphere make it a spectacular place to be, but for the guest who wants to belong to another city for one night, to feel welcomed and cared for, it’s only spectacular in how short it falls.
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"Fireworks" Vasilopita New Year's Day Cake!
This cake is sure to create fireworks of the good kind. Vasilopita is a beautifully tender and buttery traditional Greek New Year's Day cake. You hide a coin or token inside the cake and when it is sliced on New Year's day, whomever receives the coin gets one year of good luck and cutting the cake blesses the house too. And this version is covered in a buttercream frosting in a fireworks pattern to really celebrate the new year!
Many associate this cake with the legend of Saint Basil. The story goes that the city of Caesarea was under siege and Saint Basil called for everyone to give what they could to pay the ransom. Gold and jewellery was generously given by the residents but the collective giving spirit embarrassed the enemy who called off the siege. Saint Basil was then tasked with the impossible task of returning the goods to their original owners. So instead all of the jewels were baked into bread or cakes and by a miracle, the jewels were returned to their rightful owners.
I liked the Vasilopita because it is a simple butter cake with flavours of orange. Another token filled cake is the French cake Galette des Rois but this is a bit more complicated because puff pastry isn't such a simple task to make in warm weather. The Vaselopita cake can be whipped up quickly with mostly pantry ingredients.
In Greece, there is a cake version as well as a bread version. I made the cake version because my father's birthday also falls on New Year's Day so this would be the perfect birthday cake too. A slice is cut for every one present from the eldest to the youngest.
I decided to zhush it up using buttercream fireworks because well you know me right, any excuse to learn a new skill or pattern. But even in its undecorated form it is a truly gorgeous butter cake. Even when cut into two days later it retained its lovely buttery texture. I was generous with the orange zest, vanilla and cinnamon because these flavours are ones that I associate with the holidays and I'm not quite willing to let those go just yet.
Christmas and New Year's is a time for rituals. This past week we had Christmas Eve dinner at our place and then went to the Central Coast for Christmas Day lunch with Mr NQN's Finnish family and friends at his aunt and uncle's house.
Every year his aunt and uncle serve the same things and I love it because I'm always trying to change things up for Christmas but it's also nice to look forward to ham, prawns, Porkkanalaatiko (Carrot Casserole), Perunalaatikko (potato box) and Lanttulaatikko (swede casserole), Joulutorttu (pinwheel prune pastries) and Sekahadelma Keitto (dried fruit soup) and sweet rice porridge (Riisipuuro).
Time really flies while when we are there-suddenly it's 3pm and almost time to head back to the city. But while everyone was eating the dessert, Mr NQN's cousin Liisa suddenly turned up the music on a song called Lasten Joululaulut and all the Finns in the room started singing and dancing in unison. It was as if it were a Finnish flash mob.
The non Finns among us looked around us in wondernment. They lined up and started doing a dance-it's a story about elves and how they sneak into a house while everyone is asleep and the chorus goes, "Tip Tap Tip Tap".
It is very cute especially when everyone does it in unison along with the actions. If you'd like to have a little look I put some videos of it up on my Instagram stories under the Christmas highlights. It's adorable. And while I love the new and doing things a bit differently, a part of me also adores traditions like these!
So tell me Dear Reader, are you into following traditions? What are your favourite traditions? What are you doing this New Year's Eve and New Year's Day?
An Original Recipe by Lorraine Elliott
Preparation time: 30 minutes plus 60 minutes decorating time
Cooking time: 80 minutes
250g/8.8ozs butter, softened
1.5 cups caster or superfine sugar
5 eggs, at room temperature
3 cups cake flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
Finely grated zest of 2 large oranges
1.5 cups orange juice
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
50g flaked almonds
2 tablespoons raw sugar
For decoration
250g/8.8ozs butter, softened
125g/4ozs. caster or superfine sugar (not powdered or icing sugar)
75ml/2.7ozs. water, room temperature
Orange, red, yellow and green food colouring gels
1 tablespoon edible charcoal powder
Step 1 - Preheat oven to 160C/320F and line the base and sides of a 20cm/8inch cake tin. Beat the butter and sugar until white and fluffy-about 5 minutes or so. Then add eggs one at a time beating well between additions.
Step 2 - On the lowest speed add in the flour, baking powder, orange zest, juice, vanilla and cinnamon and beat until just combined (do not overbeat). Spoon half of this batter into the prepared tin and cover with almonds and sugar. Then spoon the remaining half into the tin. Bake for 80 minutes or until the centre springs back when touched. Cool completely. Then slide a chocolate coin into the cake.
Step 3 - To make the buttercream, beat the butter on low to medium speed until white in colour - about 4-5 minutes. Then add the sugar and water and beat on same speed for another 5-8 minutes or until the icing is smooth and you can feel any sugar between your fingers.
Step 4 - Place two tablespoons of the white buttercream in five bowls and tint them orange, yellow, blue, red or pink and leave one white. With the remaining buttercream beat this with the charcoal until you get a black buttercream. Spread this all over the cake on the top and sides. If you have time you can place this in the fridge to harden as it will make piping the fireworks easier.
Start with dots
And then build layers for the fireworks
Step 5 - Place in small piping bags fitted with plain tips. I only had one tiny plain tip so I didn't add a tip. Start with white at the centre and pipe five small dots. Then branch out to create the fireworks using different colour combinations. It is easier to do this on a tilted cake turntable so that you can draw the patterns on the sides. Sprinkle with gold balls and sparkly sprinkles.
Source: https://www.notquitenigella.com/2018/12/30/fireworks-cake-vasilopita-recipe/
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The fascinating Quimper city is the oldest in Brittany.
Originally settled in Roman times, Quimper has seen a significant economic boost since the 17th century due to its ceramic industry and today, it remains a bustling spot in the region, fiercely proud. about Celtic heritage and Breton culture. Here’s a list of the best things to see and do to get the most out of your trip here.
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1. Escape to Le Jardin de la Retraite
A quiet oasis in Quimper, protected by the citadel of the old city, Le Jardin de la Retraite (Retirement Garden) is separated into four botanical areas, including a tropical garden with banana collection Very private, a palm tree forest, a 'dry tree' garden 'with plants from Mexico, and more.
One of the oldest plants in the gardens is a horse chestnut tree dating back 150 years. Open every day from 9 am to 7.15 pm.
Le Jardin de la Retraite, 35 Rue Élie Freron, Quimper, France, +33 2 98 98 88 87
2. Be awed by the Cathedrale St Corentin
The Quimper Church is named St Corentin after the city's first bishop and is a breathtaking sight. The city's famous landmark is arguably one of the best examples of Gothic religious architecture in Brittany.
Construction began in the 12th century, with the towers being completed in 1856, with major restoration work carried out over many years. This cathedral, with its colorful 15th-century stained glass windows and beautiful detail, is best appreciated up close.
Cathedrale St-Corentin, Place Saint-Corentin, Quimper, France
3. Stroll around the Musée des Beaux-Arts
This art museum in Quimper was founded when French engineer Jean-Marie de Silguy, left a legacy of around 3,000 paintings and drawings, as well as around 12,000 engravings, to the town of Quimper on the condition that it would build a museum to accommodate them.
The beautiful façade of the Musée des Beaux-Arts opens up onto renovated spaces that are light and airy and perfect for a few hours spent wandering around, appreciating the artworks within. The museum is open from Wednesday to Monday; closed on Tuesdays.
4. Visit the Château de Lanniron
On the banks of the Odet River, Château de Lanniron is the former summer residence of the Quimper bishops. Located in about 38 hectares of parks and gardens, this beautiful oasis is only 20 minutes from the city.
The gardens, dating back to the 17th century, are well worth a visit. You can choose to explore on your own or there is the option of a guided tour. Free for children under six; adults pay on entry.
Domaine de l’Orangerie de Lanniron, 85-90 Allée de Lanniron, Quimper, France, +33 298 906 202
5. Browse the weekly market
There’s nothing better than shopping in a French market! Especially if you’re staying in self-catered accommodation and looking for some local produce to cook with, or purely to inhale the atmosphere of market days.
Les Halles Saint François is a market covered by Quimper, and is the most famous market, operating since 1847. Le Grand Marché, selling food and local products, takes place around the covered market and along a nearby street on Wednesday and Saturday mornings. Plenty of market choice!
Les Halles Saint François, 16 Quai du Steir, 29000 Quimper, France
6. Learn about Quimper’s pottery heritage at the Musée de la Faïence
Thanks to its ceramic industry, Quimper had an economic boom in the 17th century, bringing more life to the city than ever before. Quimper’s pottery museum is a great stop to learn about the city’s relationship with this trade and skill through the ages. This compact museum is worth an hour or two of your trip.
Musée de la Faïence, 14 Rue Jean Baptiste Bousquet, Quimper, France, +33 298 901 272
7. Walk around the medieval quarter
Quimper has a large medieval quarter that is completely pedestrianized and a joy to amble around. The half-timbered houses whose corbelled upper stories are painted in different shades will make you feel like you’ve stepped back in time.
Place au Beurre, interestingly translated as Butter Square, is a pretty central square, perfect for stopping at a restaurant to eat, and Place Saint-Corentin, in the shadow of the church, very Great to drink on a summer evening.
Place au Beurre, 29000 Quimper, France
8. Hike up Mont Frugy
Climbing sharply from the left bank of the Odet river that runs through Quimper, is a small hill that provides great views over the rooftops of the city. It is said that during the Revolution, Quimper was briefly renamed “Montagne sur Odet” because of this small vantage point.
Especially in warmer months, it provides a shady welcome area.
Mont Frugy, Quimper, France
9. Enjoy the Festival de Cornouaille
Festival de Cornouaille has been held annually during the summer months in Quimper since 1923 and is one of the largest cultural events in Brittany. It is a celebration of the diversity of Breton culture and all kinds of entertainment take place, from traditional dancing and costumes to bell-ringing and food.
For five days a year, the city beats to the celebration drum and comes even more alive with the sound of locals and visitors celebrating the region’s past and future. This year, Festival de Cornouaille takes place from 24-29 July 2018.
10. Snack on a crêpe
One of Brittany’s favorite snacks and the main dish is the crêpe, both savory (usually with buckwheat) and sweet (usually made with plain wheat flour). Remember to enjoy this traditional dish in one of the cities with many restaurants or restaurants. Au Vieux Quimper is a favorite among locals and tourists alike.
More ideals for you: Top 10 things to do in Prato
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