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valentiae-edetani · 1 year ago
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La basílica de Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Paris.
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The Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Paris.
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vieillesboutiques · 7 months ago
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Janine Niepce, Boucherie, triperie, volailles, Rue de Buci, St Germain des Prés, Paris, 1957.
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frenchcurious · 9 months ago
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Janine Niépce (Française, 1921-2007), Rue de Buci, St Germain des Prés, Paris, 1957. - source J-Arts.
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postcard-from-the-past · 8 months ago
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St Germain-des-Prés church in Paris
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seventh-victim · 7 months ago
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Juliette Gréco by Robert Doisneau, St-Germain-des-Prés, Paris France 1948 
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paolo-streito-1264 · 1 year ago
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Janine Niépce. Rue de Buci, St Germain des Prés, Paris, 1957.
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coovieilledentelle · 5 months ago
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La Diva à St Germain des Près - Paris
Plongez-vous au cœur de l’effervescence du légendaire quartier de Saint-Germain-des-Prés et laissez-vous séduire par cette adresse emblématique au charme résolument girly, où la vie se teinte d’une délicieuse nuance rose.
La décoration minutieusement orchestrée vous transporte instantanément dans un univers floral et chaleureux, où l’élégance et le romantisme dansent en parfaite harmonie. Chaque détail est pensé pour envelopper les convives dans une atmosphère aussi enchanteresse qu’intemporelle.
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fidjiefidjie · 1 year ago
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Bonjour, bonne journée ☕️ 🌥
Brasserie Lipp, St Germain des Prés 🗼Paris 1950
Photo de Serge Jacques
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brunosussi · 9 months ago
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Paris - Quartier Sèvres Babylone - St Germain des Prés - St Sulpice
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dailyanarchistposts · 9 months ago
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Monday 6 May
The police have been occupying the Latin Quarter over the weekend. There have been big student street demonstrations. At the call of UNEF and SNESUP 20,000 students marched from Denfert Rochereau to St Germain des Prés calling for the liberation of the arrested workers and students. Repeated police assaults on the demonstrators’. 422 arrests, 800 wounded. L’Humanité states: one can clearly see today the outcome of the adventurous actions of the leftist, anarchist, Trotskyist and other groups. Objectively they are playing into the hands of the government... The discredit into which they are bringing the student movement is helping feed the violent campaigns of the reactionary press and of the ORTF, who by identifying the actions of these groups with those of the mass of the students are seeking to isolate the students from the mass of the population...”.
Tuesday 7 May
UNEF and SNESUP call on their supporters to start an unlimited strike. Before discussions with the authorities begin they insist on: ‘ a. a stop to all legal action against the students and workers who have been questioned, arrested or convicted in the course of the demonstrations of the last few days! b. the withdrawal of the police from the Latin Quaker and from all University premises, c. a reopening of the closed faculties.
In a statement showing how completely out of touch they were with the deep motives of the student revolt, the ‘Elected Communist Representatives of the Paris region’ declared in I’Humanité:
“The shortage of credits, of premises, of equipment, of teachers...prevent three students out of four from completing their studies, without mentioning all those who never have access to higher education... This situation has caused profound and legitimate discontent among both students and teachers. It has also favoured the activity of irresponsible groups whose conceptions can offer no solution to the students’ problems. It is intolerable that the government should take advantage of the behaviour of an infinitesimal minority to stop the studies of tens of thousands of students a few days from the exams...”. The same issue of I’Humanité carried a statement from the ‘Sorbonne-Lettres’ (teachers) branch of the Communist Party: “The Communist teachers demand the liberation of the arrested students and the reopening of the Sorbonne. Conscious of our responsibilities, we specify that this solidarity does not mean that we agree with or support the slogans emanating from certain student organizations. We disapprove of unrealistic, demagogic and anti-communist slogans and of the unwarranted methods of action advocated by various leftist groups.”
On the same day Georges Séguy, general secretary of the CGT, spoke to the Press about the programme of the Festival of Working Class Youth (scheduled for May 17–19, but subsequently cancelled):
“The solidarity between students, teachers and the working class is a familiar notion to the militants of the CGT.., It is precisely this tradition that compels us not to tolerate any dubious or provocative elements, elements which criticise the working class organisations---”.
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lesmislettersdaily · 2 years ago
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The Year 1817
Volume 1: Fantine; Book 3: In The Year 1817; Chapter 1: The Year 1817
1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers’ shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden’s pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d’Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor’s platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box à la Charter. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother’s head into the fountain of the Flower-Market.
They had begun to feel anxious at the Naval Department, on account of the lack of news from that fatal frigate, The Medusa, which was destined to cover Chaumareix with infamy and Géricault with glory. Colonel Selves was going to Egypt to become Soliman-Pasha. The palace of Thermes, in the Rue de La Harpe, served as a shop for a cooper. On the platform of the octagonal tower of the Hotel de Cluny, the little shed of boards, which had served as an observatory to Messier, the naval astronomer under Louis XVI., was still to be seen. The Duchesse de Duras read to three or four friends her unpublished Ourika, in her boudoir furnished by X. in sky-blue satin. The N’s were scratched off the Louvre. The bridge of Austerlitz had abdicated, and was entitled the bridge of the King’s Garden [du Jardin du Roi], a double enigma, which disguised the bridge of Austerlitz and the Jardin des Plantes at one stroke. Louis XVIII., much preoccupied while annotating Horace with the corner of his finger-nail, heroes who have become emperors, and makers of wooden shoes who have become dauphins, had two anxieties,—Napoleon and Mathurin Bruneau. The French Academy had given for its prize subject, The Happiness procured through Study. M. Bellart was officially eloquent. In his shadow could be seen germinating that future advocate-general of Broë, dedicated to the sarcasms of Paul-Louis Courier. There was a false Chateaubriand, named Marchangy, in the interim, until there should be a false Marchangy, named d’Arlincourt. Claire d’Albe and Malek-Adel were masterpieces; Madame Cottin was proclaimed the chief writer of the epoch. The Institute had the academician, Napoleon Bonaparte, stricken from its list of members. A royal ordinance erected Angoulême into a naval school; for the Duc d’Angoulême, being lord high admiral, it was evident that the city of Angoulême had all the qualities of a seaport; otherwise the monarchical principle would have received a wound. In the Council of Ministers the question was agitated whether vignettes representing slack-rope performances, which adorned Franconi’s advertising posters, and which attracted throngs of street urchins, should be tolerated. M. Paër, the author of Agnese, a good sort of fellow, with a square face and a wart on his cheek, directed the little private concerts of the Marquise de Sasenaye in the Rue Ville l’Évêque. All the young girls were singing the Hermit of Saint-Avelle, with words by Edmond Géraud. The Yellow Dwarf was transferred into Mirror. The Café Lemblin stood up for the Emperor, against the Café Valois, which upheld the Bourbons. The Duc de Berri, already surveyed from the shadow by Louvel, had just been married to a princess of Sicily. Madame de Staël had died a year previously. The body-guard hissed Mademoiselle Mars. The grand newspapers were all very small. Their form was restricted, but their liberty was great. The Constitutionnel was constitutional. La Minerve called Chateaubriand Chateaubriant. That t made the good middle-class people laugh heartily at the expense of the great writer. In journals which sold themselves, prostituted journalists, insulted the exiles of 1815.
David had no longer any talent, Arnault had no longer any wit, Carnot was no longer honest, Soult had won no battles; it is true that Napoleon had no longer any genius. No one is ignorant of the fact that letters sent to an exile by post very rarely reached him, as the police made it their religious duty to intercept them. This is no new fact; Descartes complained of it in his exile. Now David, having, in a Belgian publication, shown some displeasure at not receiving letters which had been written to him, it struck the royalist journals as amusing; and they derided the prescribed man well on this occasion. What separated two men more than an abyss was to say, the regicides, or to say the voters; to say the enemies, or to say the allies; to say Napoleon, or to say Buonaparte. All sensible people were agreed that the era of revolution had been closed forever by King Louis XVIII., surnamed “The Immortal Author of the Charter.” On the platform of the Pont-Neuf, the word Redivivus was carved on the pedestal that awaited the statue of Henry IV. M. Piet, in the Rue Thérèse, No. 4, was making the rough draft of his privy assembly to consolidate the monarchy. The leaders of the Right said at grave conjunctures, “We must write to Bacot.” MM. Canuel, O’Mahoney, and De Chappedelaine were preparing the sketch, to some extent with Monsieur’s approval, of what was to become later on “The Conspiracy of the Bord de l’Eau”—of the waterside. L’Épingle Noire was already plotting in his own quarter. Delaverderie was conferring with Trogoff. M. Decazes, who was liberal to a degree, reigned. Chateaubriand stood every morning at his window at No. 27 Rue Saint-Dominique, clad in footed trousers, and slippers, with a madras kerchief knotted over his gray hair, with his eyes fixed on a mirror, a complete set of dentist’s instruments spread out before him, cleaning his teeth, which were charming, while he dictated The Monarchy according to the Charter to M. Pilorge, his secretary. Criticism, assuming an authoritative tone, preferred Lafon to Talma. M. de Féletez signed himself A.; M. Hoffmann signed himself Z. Charles Nodier wrote Thérèse Aubert. Divorce was abolished. Lyceums called themselves colleges. The collegians, decorated on the collar with a golden fleur-de-lys, fought each other apropos of the King of Rome. The counter-police of the château had denounced to her Royal Highness Madame, the portrait, everywhere exhibited, of M. the Duc d’Orléans, who made a better appearance in his uniform of a colonel-general of hussars than M. the Duc de Berri, in his uniform of colonel-general of dragoons—a serious inconvenience. The city of Paris was having the dome of the Invalides regilded at its own expense. Serious men asked themselves what M. de Trinquelague would do on such or such an occasion; M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de Coussergues; M. de Salaberry was not satisfied. The comedian Picard, who belonged to the Academy, which the comedian Molière had not been able to do, had The Two Philiberts played at the Odéon, upon whose pediment the removal of the letters still allowed THEATRE OF THE EMPRESS to be plainly read. People took part for or against Cugnet de Montarlot. Fabvier was factious; Bavoux was revolutionary. The Liberal, Pélicier, published an edition of Voltaire, with the following title: Works of Voltaire, of the French Academy. “That will attract purchasers,” said the ingenious editor. The general opinion was that M. Charles Loyson would be the genius of the century; envy was beginning to gnaw at him—a sign of glory; and this verse was composed on him:—
“Even when Loyson steals, one feels that he has paws.”
As Cardinal Fesch refused to resign, M. de Pins, Archbishop of Amasie, administered the diocese of Lyons. The quarrel over the valley of Dappes was begun between Switzerland and France by a memoir from Captain, afterwards General Dufour. Saint-Simon, ignored, was erecting his sublime dream. There was a celebrated Fourier at the Academy of Science, whom posterity has forgotten; and in some garret an obscure Fourier, whom the future will recall. Lord Byron was beginning to make his mark; a note to a poem by Millevoye introduced him to France in these terms: a certain Lord Baron. David d’Angers was trying to work in marble. The Abbé Caron was speaking, in terms of praise, to a private gathering of seminarists in the blind alley of Feuillantines, of an unknown priest, named Félicité-Robert, who, at a latter date, became Lamennais. A thing which smoked and clattered on the Seine with the noise of a swimming dog went and came beneath the windows of the Tuileries, from the Pont Royal to the Pont Louis XV.; it was a piece of mechanism which was not good for much; a sort of plaything, the idle dream of a dream-ridden inventor; an utopia—a steamboat. The Parisians stared indifferently at this useless thing. M. de Vaublanc, the reformer of the Institute by a coup d’état, the distinguished author of numerous academicians, ordinances, and batches of members, after having created them, could not succeed in becoming one himself. The Faubourg Saint-Germain and the pavilion de Marsan wished to have M. Delaveau for prefect of police, on account of his piety. Dupuytren and Récamier entered into a quarrel in the amphitheatre of the School of Medicine, and threatened each other with their fists on the subject of the divinity of Jesus Christ. Cuvier, with one eye on Genesis and the other on nature, tried to please bigoted reaction by reconciling fossils with texts and by making mastodons flatter Moses.
M. François de Neufchâteau, the praiseworthy cultivator of the memory of Parmentier, made a thousand efforts to have pomme de terre [potato] pronounced parmentière, and succeeded therein not at all. The Abbé Grégoire, ex-bishop, ex-conventionary, ex-senator, had passed, in the royalist polemics, to the state of “Infamous Grégoire.” The locution of which we have made use—passed to the state of—has been condemned as a neologism by M. Royer Collard. Under the third arch of the Pont de Jéna, the new stone with which, the two years previously, the mining aperture made by Blücher to blow up the bridge had been stopped up, was still recognizable on account of its whiteness. Justice summoned to its bar a man who, on seeing the Comte d’Artois enter Notre Dame, had said aloud: “Sapristi! I regret the time when I saw Bonaparte and Talma enter the Bel Sauvage, arm in arm.” A seditious utterance. Six months in prison. Traitors showed themselves unbuttoned; men who had gone over to the enemy on the eve of battle made no secret of their recompense, and strutted immodestly in the light of day, in the cynicism of riches and dignities; deserters from Ligny and Quatre-Bras, in the brazenness of their well-paid turpitude, exhibited their devotion to the monarchy in the most barefaced manner.
This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is now forgotten. History neglects nearly all these particulars, and cannot do otherwise; the infinity would overwhelm it. Nevertheless, these details, which are wrongly called trivial,—there are no trivial facts in humanity, nor little leaves in vegetation,—are useful. It is of the physiognomy of the years that the physiognomy of the centuries is composed. In this year of 1817 four young Parisians arranged “a fine farce.”
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ascle · 2 years ago
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Détail colonne église St-Germain-des-prés/Paris
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thepastisalreadywritten · 2 years ago
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SAINT OF THE DAY (April 6)
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Saint William of Eskilsoë
William was born into an illustrious French family and raised in the Benedictine Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés under the tutelage of his uncle, Abbot Hugh.
The regularity of his conduct and virtuous life earned him the admiration of the community.
After being ordained a sub-deacon, he was appointed a canon of the Church of Sainte-Geneviève-du-Mont in Paris, where the sanctity of his life greatly annoyed his worldly and lax fellow-canons.
They mocked him for his more disciplined life and so persecuted him that William was forced to resign his canonry.
However, in 1148, during a visit to Paris by Blessed Pope Eugene III, the latter observed the canonical laxity that reigned at Sainte-Geneviève-du-Mont and replaced the canons with more observant men, thus vindicating William’s reputation.
Under the direction of the famous Abbot Suger, a new canonry with a stricter set of rules was established.
William rejoined the community and, in a short time, became sub-prior.
William tempered his zeal for regular discipline with so much sweetness and humility that he led all to practice the rule with joy.
The fame of his wisdom and sanctity even reached the ears of Absalon, the Bishop of Roskilde in Denmark, who sent his provost, the historian Saxo the Grammarian, to ask William to come to Denmark to help with the much-needed reforms there.
The prospect of hardships and challenges in the service of Our Lord inspired William to accept the invitation, and he cheerfully traveled to Denmark.
There, he was appointed Abbot of Eskilsoë and, although he faced many difficulties both from powerful people and from within himself, he triumphed through prayer and patience.
His apostolic zeal and perseverance bore much fruit for the Catholic Faith in Denmark during the thirty years he lived among the Danes.
He also founded the Abbey of St. Thomas in Aebelhold (Ebelholt) in Zeeland and traveled to Rome to intercede with the Pope on behalf of the king’s sister, Ingelburga, who had been repudiated by her royal husband, King Philip Augustus of France.
William died in Denmark on 6 April 1203 and was canonized Pope Honorius III in 1224.
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eliteluxury12 · 4 months ago
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Europe Trip Packages for Couples: Romantic Escapes Worth Experiencing Together
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Here are some of the best romantic escapes in Europe that couples can enjoy together:
1. Paris, France: The Classic Romantic City
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The Amalfi Coast, with its dramatic cliffs, crystal-clear waters, and colorful villages, offers one of Europe’s most picturesque retreats. Couples can explore the luxurious towns of Positano and Ravello, famous for cliffside dining and panoramic sea views. Popular trip packages often feature private boat tours, guided visits to coastal towns, and wine tastings. Spa treatments and luxury resorts make it an ideal destination for relaxation and adventure.
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Santorini’s stunning sunsets, whitewashed buildings, and breathtaking views of the Aegean Sea make it a favorite among couples. Couples can enjoy private infinity pools, caldera views, and guided tours of the island’s historic sites. Packages typically include sunset cruises and intimate beachside dinners, with accommodations in boutique hotels providing a perfect romantic atmosphere.
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Edinburgh offers a unique mix of historical charm and natural beauty. Couples can explore the city’s cobbled streets, historic castles, and stunning landscapes. Popular packages include guided tours of Edinburgh’s landmarks, boutique hotel stays, and adventurous hikes up Arthur’s Seat for panoramic views. For nature lovers, day trips to the Scottish Highlands provide serene escapes.
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Venice, with its romantic canals and rich cultural history, is a dream destination for couples. Gondola rides, visits to St. Mark’s Square, and explorations of Venetian palaces are just a few highlights. Couples can find packages that offer private gondola rides, guided tours, and romantic dinners by the Grand Canal. Nearby islands like Murano and Burano are also included in many itineraries.
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Tuscany’s rolling hills and vineyards provide a tranquil escape. Couples can enjoy wine tours, cooking classes, and stays in luxurious villas. Packages often include visits to Florence and Siena, adding a cultural touch to the romantic countryside experience.
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verloonati · 4 months ago
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that one time in 2018, during the labor day annual protest, there was that one french presidential security advisor that dressed himself as a cop to beat up protestors. He then got caught and instead of being suspended, was instead sent to be the security for the french team for the 2018 football word cup. then the presidential advisors leak false footage of the labor day protest to make it look like the protestors threw shit at the guy (who was still dressed as a cop). Then it turns out after the whole thing has been revealed, the guy turned out to have made a deal with some mob adjacent russian billionaire, to protect their villas in monaco, posing with his service gun he was not allowed to keep in a parisian café. then the cops unlawfully search the office of the newspaper that revealed all that. then when the cops go to investigate HIS house, his safe disappear.
Now the guy hangs just lives out of making edgy takes on twitter.
also his edgy député (departmental representative) friend sabotaged the mayoral campaign along with a self centered dipshit and predatorial lawyer who calls himself the "black angel of st germain-des-prés" and a russian performance artist by leaking his tasteless dickpics.
Non Aussie followers: This is a free thread to share the most batshit politics moments from your own countries
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venicepearl · 9 months ago
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Ultragotha (or Ultrogothe, c. 496 – after 566/567) was a Frankish queen of the Merovingian dynasty via her marriage to Childebert I, reigning from c. 541 to 558. They had two daughters, possibly named Chrodoberge and Chrodesinde.
When Childebert died in 558, his brother Clotaire I seized his kingdom and took control of the Palais de la Cité in Paris, where the royal treasures and the family of the deceased were. According to Gregory of Tours, he then condemned Ultragotha and the two daughters to prison. Upon reuniting the kingdom of Clovis, Clotaire I freed them; the daughters likely became nuns. She died in around 567 and was buried in the St-Germain-des-Prés along with Childebert. The two daughters are also buried there.
In 580, again according to Gregory of Tours, Ultragotha's former Chancellor, Ursicinus, was chosen by Maurilio, bishop of Cahors, as his successor.
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