#carnet 97

[toutplacid]

Neige boulevard Richard-Lenoir (Paris 11) — aquarelle, mine de plomb, pierre noire, gouache blanche, carnet nº 97, janvier 2013

[preparfa-2024-mesyeux]

#97

Personnage que j'ai crée dans mon carnet, au crayons gras et aux crayons de couleurs

Février 2024

[anumineverumi]

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[ofhouses]

Dear friends, for the next three weeks OfHouses invites you to discover another seven extraordinary houses handpicked from the pages of the ‘Architectural Record’, in the nineteenth, and final, episode of our long series documenting the first 50 years of ‘Record Houses’. (Cover: Ken Shuttleworth /// Crescent House /// Cherhill, Marlborough Downs, Wilts, UK /// 1994-97. Source: “Architectural Record Houses of 2000″, Mid-April 2000; L'autre carnet de Jimidi.)

[chez-beruthiel]

Carnet de croquis, page 97

[warenerd]

100 Days of Graphic Novels

Subtitle: “Working 70 Hour Weeks and Commuting Means Reading But Not Writing.”

I am trying for more accountability, but, when my idiotic work schedule gets even more idiotic, sometimes it’s just my judgmental calendar of doom that’s keeping me on track. Also my cat. He judges me - harshly.

Look on my missing leg, ye Mighty, and despair!

Ahem. Anyway. So many books:

Day 1: The Umbrella Academy vol 1: The Apocalypse Suite Day 2: CatStronauts: Mission Mars Day 3: Apannine War Diary Day 4: Alex + Ada vol 1 Day 5: Alex + Ada vol 2 Day 6: Visitations Day 7: Another Day of Life Day 8: Daredevil Visionaries: Frank Miller vol 1 Day 9: Punisher: Welcome Back, Frank Day 10: Scarlet Witch vol 1: Witches’ Road Day 11: Jessica Jones vol 1: Uncaged Day 12: Infidel Day 13: The Deep Blue Good-by Day 14: City of Illusions Day 15: Mockingbird vol 1: I Can Explain Day 16: Ms. Marvel vol 1: Best of the Best Day 17: X-Men Gold vol 1: Back to the Basics Day 18: Kaptara vol 1: Fear Not, Tiny Alien Day 19: Eclipse vol 1 Day 20: Defenders vol 1: Diamonds are Forever Day 21: Hellcat vol 1: Hooked on a Feline Day 22: Chosin Day 23: Elektra vol 1: Bloodlines Day 24: They’re Not Like Us Day 25: Multiple Man vol 1: It All Makes Sense in the End Day 26: Captain America: Sam Wilson: Not My Captain America Day 27: A Russian Journal Day 28: Iron Patriot vol 1: Unbreakable Day 29: Divinity Day 30: Jessica Jones: Alias vol 1 Day 31: Tales of Suspense: Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier Day 32: The Fuse vol 1: The Russian Shift Day 33: Jessica Jones: Alias vol 2 Day 34: Into the Tunnel Day 34: Jessica Jones: Alias vol 3 Day 35: A-Force vol 1 Day 36: Edge of the Spider-Verse Day 37: Descender vol 1 Day 38: Descender vol 2 Day 39: Black Panther: World of Wakanda Day 40: A Farewell to Arms Day 41: I’m Not Leaving Day 42: Green Arrow: Year One Day 43: Daniel’s Story Day 44: Aurora’s Motive Day 45: Jessica Jones vol 4 Day 46: Symmetry Day 47: Afar Day 48: Morning Glories vol 1

Day 49: One Way Ticket

           A math professor at a nearby university related her escape from WWII to England. Interesting not just for the political trials and hoops through which she had to jump to get herself and her family out of Europe, but also for the way that retelling, rather than primary recording, has influenced the main thrust of the story. Also: illustrated. Adorably.

Day 50: The life of Captain Marvel

            I’m not saying I hated this book – I’m just saying that I’m opposed to it on a cellular level.

Day 51: Captain Marvel vol 1: In Pursuit of Flight

            Did I need a mind-bleach of what I’d read the day before? Yes. Yes, I did.

Day 52: The Boy Who Reversed Himself             True story: William Sleator was my favorite author for about a year in middle school. I read every one of his books that our libraries had, and then I read them all again. Six or seven times each (to the shock of absolutely no one who knows me). This book has forever changed the way I consider catsup. And it wasn’t nearly as racist as I’d expected, flipping back through. Hooray?

Day 53: To Fight Alongside Friends

            My best friend roped me into doing an online werewolf game based in WWI. I role-played as Charlie May, the author of this diary, and refused to respond with anything but direct quotes from his book. If nothing else, I entertain myself.

Day 54: Operation: Broken Wings

Day 55: My War Diary

            This one is by Dov Yermiya and is about Lebanon from June 5 – July 1, 1982. I have about six books within easy reach called “My War Diary.” This could prove problematic later. (Also, despite writing about Waltz With Bashir in grad school and for my dissertation, I still don’t know enough about this conflict)

Day 56: Descender vol 3 Day 57: Morning Glories vol 2 Day 58: The Drowned and the Saved Day 59: Jessica Jones: Pulse

Day 60: Zlata’s Diary

            I read this when sitting in the jail on a Friday night. There’s nothing quite so jarring as reading a firsthand account of the absolute disruption of life (and childhood, in a lot of ways), while listening to drunk sorority girls sob on their phones to their mothers and then scream about their Uber.

Day 61: Captain Marvel vol 2: Down Day 62: Avengers: The Enemy Within Day 63: Captain Marvel: Higher, Further, Faster, More Day 64: Captain Marvel: Stay Fly Day 65: Captain Marvel: Alis Volat Propiis Day 66: Carol Danvers vol 1: The Ms Marvel Years

Day 67: One Week in the Library

            Please give me more weeks, Image Comics. Please.

Day 68: The Troop

            Noel Clarke, I love you, but this feels like well-trod ground at this point.

Day 69: Bitch Planet

            I legitimately squealed, out loud, when Kelly Sue DeConnick was on screen during Captain Marvel. High pitched. And then, because I have no game, I whacked my BFF on the arm and whispered (er, “whispered”?) “THAT WAS KELLY SUE!!” No one else was impressed by my mad comic knowledge, but, eh.

Day 70: Jessica Jones vol 3: Return of the Purple Man

           Guess which superstar never read volume 2? That’s right - THIS superstar.

Day 71: Mr. & Mrs. X

            Basically, I love Gambit. I’m okay with Rogue, but I’ve lived in the Deep South for too long to be completely okay with the extremes of character. And I also don’t really like Deadpool. At all. Despite all of that, I still enjoyed this.

Day 72: Secret Avengers vol 1: Reverie

            Unlike this, which did NOT get better with age. Ooooof.

Day 73: Avengers AI vol 1: Human After All

Did I buy this simply for this picture of Vision holding a kitten? Yes. Do I regret that? No.

Day 74: Tet Day 75: Iron Fist: Rage Day 76: Zero vol 1: An Emergency Day 77: Faster than Light

Day 78: Descender vol 4: Orbital Mechanics

            I sent my BFF a copy of Descender because it’s gorgeous. Because she has even worse impulse control than me, she bought all of the other volumes and has already finished the series. I can’t even be mad.

Day 79: Lost Dossiers: Super Spy

            AKA: This would have made way more sense had I realized that this was a supplement to another work… which I don’t yet own. Womp womp womp. Maybe tomorrow I’ll read the From Hell companion, just for kicks.

Day 80: Carnet de Voyage Day 81: Hype Day 82: Dancer Day 83-85: Day 86: Wonderful World of Oz

Day 87: Port of Earth

            Know what I love about Zack Kaplan? He creates immersive worlds that aren’t just one thing – there’s not just one neat storyline wrapped up by the end of the trade, and there isn’t just one type of story at work.

Day 88: Material Day 89: Captain America: the 1940s Newspaper Strip Day 90: Peter Panzerfaust vol 1: The Great Escape Day 91: Cowl vol 1

Day 92: Ministry of Space

            That ending, though.

Day 93: X-Men Gold vol 2 Day 94: The Winter Soldier vol 1: The Longest Winter Day 95: The Winter Soldier vol 2: Broken Arrow

Day 96: Graphic Classics vol 22: African American Classics

            I yelped when I saw that Afua Richardson, Personal Hero, had worked on this. I have a panel from her illustration of Langston Hughes’ “Rivers” (done for NPR), and it is one of my very favorite things.

Day 97: New York: The Big City

Day 98: A Wexford Childhood

            You would think that a memoir covering 1915-1930 might touch on some rumbling of war. You’d be wrong. But, it was an interesting view of the changing world, nonetheless.

Day 99: Winter Soldier vol 3: Black Widow Hunt

            Brubaker, why must you hurt me so?

Day 100: X-Men Rarities

            There are few things that bring me such joy as the stiff pages of a 90s era Marvel trade – and, when those trades include comics with Chamber? I am so in. Now, someone explain to me how they always smell like cigarettes and wet dog, regardless of origin, and I’ll be all set.

[polemicaynoticiasarequipa]

#Arequipa II JORNADA DE VACUNACIÓN CONTRA EL COVID -19 – SEGUNDA DOSIS SE ATENDIÓ EL 97% EN PAUCARPATA Y CERRO COLORADO

Con relación a la segunda jornada de vacunación contra la COVID-19 en la aplicación de segunda dosis desarrollada este 16 y 17 de abril, la Gerencia de Salud informa a la población lo siguiente:

Durante estos dos días se vacuno a 1 mil 134 adultos mayores de 80 años a más afiliados a SIS, sin seguro y pensión 65 lo que equivale al 97% del total de beneficiados, en los distritos de mayor población de la provincia de Arequipa: Cerro Colorado – Centro de salud Maritza Campos (522 de 546) y Paucarpata - Centro de Salud 15 de Agosto (612 de 624).

El 3% de adultos mayores rezagados serán inmunizados el día lunes, los mismo que fueron notificados para completar su esquema de vacunación (2 dosis) y queden protegidos de la Covid-19.

Recuerde que los adultos mayores deben portar su DNI, carnet de vacunación, usar protector facial, doble mascarilla e ir con acompañante.

La vacuna no evita el contagio de la COVID-19, por lo que las personas vacunadas deben mantener las medidas de prevención como el uso de doble mascarilla, la higiene de manos y evitar las aglomeraciones.

[benjaminwizmanportfolio]

#97 Carnet d'imagination septembre 2020

[toutplacid]

Jogging au stade Louis-Lumière (Paris 20) — aquarelle et mine de plomb, carnet nº 97, février 2013

[alainverdi]

Corse Coronavirus: La ou les photos du jour

  Ça y est, le jour du « déconfinement » (D.) est arrivé. Et alors ? Trop tôt, trop compliqué pour dresser un bilan. Observons.

Impossible de passer en revue une telle journée de reprise. Les médias « classiques » vont faire le tour de la question.

  Je vais me contenter de quelques points puisés au hasard de mes déplacements dans une ville d’Ajaccio qui « redémarre ».  Quelques photos : les restos s’adaptent, la circulation reprend, les coiffeurs gagnent la coupe.

Ajoutons à cela, deux articles sur les transports, bus et trains, le D. Day est bien rempli. Il y aura, encore des D. Days.

                        Des plats cuisinés… quand même

Les bars et les restaurants restent fermés jusqu’à… nouvel ordre.  Du coup, les restos s’adaptent. Un bon nombre de restaurateurs se mettent au « plats à emporter”. Question naïve : « pourquoi ne pas l’avoir fait depuis le début ? ».

Réponse frappée au coin du bon sens : « quand les gens étaient confinés, ils faisaient la cuisine chez eux ».

OK. Combien de personnes ont-elles repris le travail et vont-elles acheter des plats cuisinés ? Réponse… plus tard.                        

S’il on ne peut pas aller au restaurant, ce n’est pas une raison pour se négliger.

La plupart des 97 salons de coiffure d’Ajaccio, ont rouvert dès ce lundi matin (jour de fermeture en temps « normal »).  

Les personnels portent une visière de débroussaillage (ça y ressemble parfois) et les clients ont le masque… Cela limite la conversation et ça tombe bien, les coiffeurs n’ont pas de temps à perdre.  Leurs carnets de réservation sont pleins pour… un bout de temps.

                                     Ça coince déjà

 Pour se rendre à leur travail, ou acheter un plat cuisiné ou bien aller chez le coiffeur, la majorité des ajacciens prend… une voiture. Histoire de se « reconfiner », un instant, dans son véhicule…. D’autant plus que les livreurs ont repris leurs bonnes habitudes. Ajaccio sans doubles files, ce n’était plus Ajaccio.

Mais tout a un prix. Le niveau de pollution, en Corse n’avait jamais été aussi bas, depuis la mise en place des mesures de qualité de l’air.  Nous n’allons pas respirer longtemps de l’air frais, selon Qualitair.

    Dans ce cas, prenons les transports en commun. Vous n’y pensez pas, mon bon monsieur, c’est d’un commun….

                             Le bus gratuit ne fait pas recette

  Rien de tel qu’un petit trajet en bus pour sentir sa ville, dit-on. Mais nous ne sommes pas à Paris. Les ajacciens ne prennent pas beaucoup le bus, à l’exception des personnes « modestes » et des élèves. Seulement voila, les écoles demeurent fermées. Alors, il reste de la place chez « Muvitarra ».

 Les bus étaient à l’arrêt depuis le début du « déconfinement », à l’exception d’une navette pour les personnels de Santé.

Ce lundi 11 Mai, neuf (9) ligne sont ouvertes sur douze (12) en temps « normal ». Parmi les lignes, non desservies, l’on trouve la « ligne des plages ». Normal, les plages sont interdites au public, même si des personnes habitent près des plages. La ligne de l’aéroport est également fermée, pas rentable. Normal vu le faible nombre d’avions, pour l’instant. Voir l’article  « l’aéroport Napoléon Bonaparte décolle lentement ».

Habituellement la ville voit circuler 18 bus par jour, seulement 11 actuellement.

Un nombre important de chauffeurs n’a pas repris le travail.

Le port du masque est obligatoire à bord des bus et la « distanciation sociale » également.  Pour ce qui est du masque, dans le bus que j’ai emprunté, tout le monde (quatre passagers) était équipé.

Les trajets en bus sont gratuits jusqu’à la fin du mois de Mai. D’ici là, des ajacciens pourront, peut-être s’habituer aux transports en commun.

 L’agence de la compagnie de bus rouvre ses portes le 23 Mai. Cela laisse le temps de prendre gout au bus.

                      Chemins de fer de la Corse, le train-train

     Les Chemins de Fer de la Corse étaient (presque) à l’arrêt durant le confinement. Dans le sud,  les premières semaines, trois navettes effectuaient le trajet Ajaccio-Mezzana. La fonction « métro » du train était assurée. Les trois dernières semaines du confinement, la ligne Ajaccio-Bastia était assurée dans les deux sens, par deux trains au départ le matin, dans les deux villes.

Depuis ce lundi 11 Mai, la compagnie est passée à six navettes (région ajaccienne) et les personnes intéressées peuvent compter sur deux allers-retours avec Bastia, le matin et l’après-midi.  Les trains sont là, il reste à trouver les passagers.

   Au départ du premier train du matin, à Ajaccio, il y avait sept (7) passagers.

Malgré  l’application de normes sanitaires strictes, il reste de la place dans les trains.

 Celui de l’après-midi, au départ d’Ajaccio, n’enregistrait que cinq (5) passagers.

  U Trinighellu redémarre doucement, il transporte chaque année près d’un millions de passagers. La saison touristique sera mauvaise, quelle seront les conséquences pour la compagnie, quand on sait que le train est très prisé des touristes. Réponse à la fin de la saison, s’il y en a une.

         Je vous laisse, j’ai un essayage.

  Vous pouvez relire un article précédent: “ Déconfinement commercial, entre espoir et inquiétudes”

 Photos et texte Alain VERDI    Édité le 11 Mai (le jour du D. Day)

Je vous signale que vous pouvez envoyer un avis et/ou une question en cliquant sur l’onglet ask me anything, sous PERICOLOSO SPORGERSI ou   dans le lien ci-dessous.   ASK ME ANYTHING

[confituredemurs]

Interview Secretographe

Une élève de première m’a posé quelques questions à propos du Secretographe pour un exposé dans un cours d’histoire de l’art.

1) Comment vous est venue l'idée générale de ce compte ? La principale inspiration vient de Lam Hua, un bloggeur qui avait mis en place « Secret Message Service » en 2009. Il récoltait des secrets envoyés anonymement par SMS et les publiait régulièrement sur son blog. Il publiait une photo du téléphone dans sa main pour chaque secret. Une autre inspiration est aussi Melody Hansen (https://www.instagram.com/themelodyh) qui illustre de façon minimaliste ses sentiments. J’ai toujours eu envie de connecter mon art avec les autres et j’ai eu l’idée d’illustrer les sentiments des autres

2) Qui êtes-vous ? (Prénoms, noms, âge, genre, nationalité... petite description) 3) Avez-vous fait des études supérieures ? Je m’appelle Sébastien, je suis un homme de 27 ans, je suis français. J’ai fait des études scientifiques (classe prépa maths et école d’ingénieur en informatique 3D). Mon travail c’est de faire un logiciel de 3D pour un studio d’effets spéciaux à Paris. J’ai toujours été attiré par l’art mais aussi par les sciences et travailler dans un domaine artistique mais aussi technique me permet de lier les deux.

4) Depuis quand illustrez-vous des secrets ? 5) Depuis quand désirez-vous ? Le premier secret a été publié fin février 2018, et j’avais le projet en tête depuis fin 2017.

6)Quel est le processus de création d'une illustration d'un secret ? 7) Comment vous viennent les idées ? J’ai toujours des photos des secrets dans mon téléphone perso. Dès que j’ai du temps libre (surtout dans les transports), j’écris dans un petit carnet le secret et je note les sentiments qui me viennent, en essayant au maximum de me mettre dans la tête de la personne qui a envoyé le secret. Ensuite j’essaye d’associer les différents sentiments entre eux, de trouver des connexions. Enfin je cherche à traduire ces idées de manière graphique. Je m’inspire beaucoup d’autres artistes, en essayant de lier les sentiments que leurs œuvres m’ont provoqués et les sentiments des secrets. J’essaye de traduire les sentiments du secret mais aussi de les connecter avec les miens pour donner une part de moi-même.

8) Quel est le matériel que vous utilisez ? Beaucoup de techniques différentes pour saisir la diversité des secrets. Mes techniques de prédilection restent l’aquarelle, le stylo noir puis l’acrylique.

9) Êtes-vous aidé dans votre travail ? J’ai quelques retours de ma professeure de dessin mais seulement après avoir réalisé les œuvres.

10) Avez-vous déjà exposé vos travaux ? Pas vraiment

11) Vivez-vous de votre art ou avez-vous une activité à côté ? Ce n’est pas mon activité principale, je suis ingénieur en informatique 3D, et je ne retire aucun revenu du Secretographe.

12) Pouvez-vous définir votre concept, et votre art en général ? Le Secretographe est un projet artistique dans le crade duquel je récolte anonymement des secrets reçus par SMS. J’illustre ensuite ses secrets et les publie sur Internet. Mon art est axé sur l’humain et les sentiments.

13 )Pourquoi faites-vous ça (des illustrations de secrets) ? C’est une volonté de connecter mon art avec d’autres personnes.

14)Avez-vous déjà illustré des secrets personnels ? Le principe du Secretographe est que le secrets doivent rester anonymes :)

15) Pourquoi avoir choisi le nom "secretographe" ? « Secret » et « graphe » (= dessin) traduit assez littéralement le concept d’illustrer des secrets

16) Faites-vous autre chose que ce concept (artistique ou non) ? J’ai un compte Instagram personnel où je publie toutes mes œuvres en dehors du Secretographe (https://www.instagram.com/aweusmeuh/) Je fais principalement du dessin de nu, de l’aquarelle, du collage et de la photographie.

17) Quel est le message que vous souhaitez faire passer ? Je trouve que les secrets transmettent d’eux-mêmes un certains message. Tout le monde est différent mais on partage aussi énormément les sentiments les plus forts.

18) Pouvez-vous me donner des interprétations de ces œuvres ? : secret n°97 et secret n°100. #97 : "Mon père a fait une tentative de suicide. Lorsqu'il m'a serré dans ses bras, mon cœur était glacé. Je ne voulais plus qu'il soit mon père.". J’ai essayé de traduire la dualité entre la personne et son père en représentant une ombre déformée. Embrasser le sol traduit aussi la froideur. C’est une de mes nombreuses tentatives inspirée de Francis Bacon (voir secret 80, secret 103)

#100 :"la nourriture m'angoisse notre rapport n'est pas sain et je ne sais jamais comment agir face à mes comportements" C’est une représentation d’un monstre intérieur à l’auteur ou autrice du secret.

19) Quelle est votre œuvre préférée personnelle ? Dans le cadre du Secretographe, ma préférée est sûrement la dernière, le secret #103.

J’aime aussi beaucoup #2, #39 #47, #48, #59, #64, #79, #89

L’œuvre qui a le mieux marché sur Instagram est le secret #79 https://www.instagram.com/p/B2enGVIIYL-/, je l’aime aussi beaucoup.

20) Et celle d'un autre artiste ? J’aime énormément Egon Schiele, Edward Hopper et Francis Bacon. C’est difficile de choisir une seule œuvre, n’importe laquelle de Schiele pourrait être ma préférée. Mais si il faut choisir, ce serait « Egon Schiele. Autoportrait, 1914 »

21) Avez-vous un message à donner à ma classe ? Ayez toujours un carnet sur vous et notez toutes vos idées.

[theairportau]

the airport AU, part 118 by rjdaae and hopsjollyhigh

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100 101, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10 111, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

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DARIUS

Darius is laughing as they step out into the sunshine. It’s a wonderfully mild day; his leather jacket isn’t too warm, but he would also probably be fine without it. It only elevates his mood, stepping out into such pleasant weather.

“It wasn’t that bad! I swear, the only person who I got in serious trouble was that desk clerk, and he should’ve been fired anyway, the way he was talking to you. I work in the service industry, I wouldn’t want someone like that talking to my patrons. We did them a favor. Picking fights in the middle of his shift. I doubt he would’ve even wanted to come back, the scare he had. Erik looks like a breeze could tip him over, and it probably could, but he’s strong when he’s mad. That’s like, probably the closest you can get to fighting a zombie in real life, and it’s probably a lot less fun than TV makes it seem. But anyway. I just told them that nobody was around to help when a patron got injured. That’s a big liability for them, they’ll probably calm down when they figure out that we’re not going to sue them or something,” he says, shrugging it off. “When you work in service, you know how to freak out people in service. It sucks to have to do it, but it’s just one of those things, you know?”

And it is that simple to him- he has been dealing with Erik’s messes for years, and covering some things is what comes with the territory. He doesn’t think about it anymore. And talking about Erik himself- it’s hard to differentiate talking to Christine and talking to Khan, or even to Erik. There is a certain joking language between them when they’re talking casually- especially between him and Erik- and it’s not as though he talks about Erik to anyone outside of that group. It seems normal to him, to be casual about the fact that Erik’s deformity exists and is frightening, however much Erik has worked to avoid talking about it with her. 

The pace he sets is brisk- he’s eager to get to the metro, and his mind has already moved on to the day ahead. He glances at her often to be certain that she’s keeping up- Khan has complained before that he walks faster than most people jog when he has a place to be. 

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CHRISTINE

Christine gladly lets herself be swept forward on the tide of her friend’s laughter, her nerves soothed by the warm sun and Darius’ equally-bright tone. She’s only half listening as he cheerfully rattles off his criticisms of the hotel staff, content to keep pace at his side and offer the occasional nod or smile of her own in response; it’s clear that he doesn’t suspect anything about her conversation with the clerk, much less the contents of her purse. She cradles the purse close to her side as they walk, Mama’s warnings of pickpockets still ringing in her mind, but her feet nonetheless feel lighter as they work to match Darius’ spirited stride. She can find some other opportunity to discretely switch out the money; until then, she’ll just be careful.

They move quickly up the street, following the path she’s taken so many times already—in the direction of the restaurant and Erik’s house, and, beyond, the cafe where Darius had taken her last week; the metro station, as well: she recalls him pointing it out to her when they’d passed it on their way to lunch that day. With a rush of nervous excitement, she tries to remember how many coins she has in her wallet; from what she’d seen of the ticket machines at the airport, a €100 note won’t be of any more use to her on the metro than it would have been in the little shop back home.

Before she can come to any conclusion, she’s interrupted by the half of her brain that is still listening to Darius—jarred suddenly back to awareness by an utterly incongruous string of words.

For a moment, Christine simply isn’t sure that she’s *heard* him correctly; but, no, she *had*.

Then, she nearly laughs at the absurd specificity of the comparison he’s chosen to make.

True, being pinned against the wall of a dark alley by a tall and furious man in a mask would *have* to be a frightening experience, maybe even like facing some supernatural being—but what part of it would have *anything* in common with an encounter with a z—

Christine is grateful for the quick pace, keeping her a step or two behind Darius—that he doesn’t catch the sudden twist of understanding in her brow, or the queasy shock that briefly flares in her large, pale eyes.

For his part, Darius seems entirely at ease, continuing to ramble on as though he hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary. And…maybe he *hadn’t*; it’s a disconcerting concept to her, that someone could so flippantly make such a comparison—even more disconcerting than the thought that the comparison might be an *accurate* one.

As Darius turns back to check on her again, trailing a question and a commiserating smile, *she* has questions of her own.

Questions that she can’t *begin* to bring herself to ask.

“Haha, yeah,” she says with a nod, her eyes quickly snapping back to the path ahead of them. “Maybe I should remember that if I do end up having any more trouble: try putting myself in their shoes; being a hotel clerk can’t be that much different from being a cashier.”

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DARIUS

“You’ll have plenty of practice dealing with other service people today,” Darius says cheerfully. “First things first, we have a goal- I was thinking we’d go to the Forum des Halles, I don’t think we need to go to luxury boutiques necessarily to get some basic clothes. It is fun to go in those crazy expensive places, though, and it’s close to the Louvre, a bit of a tourist area but a nice place to walk around. We can get lunch and everything.”

He checks the street, and gestures for Christine to cross with him; he half-jogs his way to the iron sign just a little bit down the cross-street, the entrance to the metro.

“I already have a pass sorted out, and you may as well get a carnet, ten rides, I’m sure you’ll use them. Not all today, but eventually.”

The air gets cooler as they descend into the station, which is dim compared to the sunlight outside, despite its rows of fluorescent lights. A row of ticket vending machines lines one wall, and on the other wall there is a kiosk with a bored-looking man flipping through a magazine inside. The man looks up as they enter, and nods at Darius in recognition.

“I come through here almost every day at some point, and this attendant always seems to be here,” he says. “I can help with French if you’d rather talk to a person than use a machine. A carnet is 14.50, so it’s cheaper than buying tickets individually.”

He is utterly unaware of Christine’s predicament with large bills- it just doesn’t register to him, though it does make sense, her being a traveler. It is not uncommon for tourists to show up with large bills, and splitting them is not typically easy, with the majority of smaller stores rejecting them. He carries small bills, himself- he’s used to life in the city, and it has slipped his mind, how difficult it was converting all of his money to the euro when they had moved. 

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CHRISTINE

“I, um—I trust your recommendation,” Christine says as she follows Darius across the street, smiling against the nervousness that bubbles at the top of her excitement. “You’re the expert!”

There’s no reason for her to worry about their shopping trip. Even…even if they *were* to end up at some expensive boutique, Erik *had* given her the money in large part with the intention that she should spend it on clothes: would it really be *bad*, to use it to buy something nice for herself? Perhaps just one nice new jacket, to replace the one that she sacrificed to wrap Erik’s wounded arm; there’s more she needs, shirts and jeans and definitely at least one pair of shoes—but if she can find *those* someplace cheap enough, it will all balance out. Maybe.

But what would Darius think, if he saw her buy something expensive?—if he sees the money *at all*, when she’s already told him that she doesn’t have any? Why should he take on the inconvenience of letting her work in his restaurant, hardly able to speak to any of the other employees, when she has hundreds of already-undeserved euro in her wallet?

Before she can face the issue of what might or might not happen at any of the shops, though, she first has to actually *get* there.

“Oh, um…” she says, glancing from Darius to the attendant and then back to the bank of ticket machines; a sign affixed to the nearest confirms her suspicion that they won’t accept large bills, “I think that…"

She knows she doesn’t have more than ten euro in coins, let alone €14.50. Her bank card has enough, but she’s tried her best to preserve it for emergencies. What is the alternative, though? Trying to get change from the man in the kiosk? If she asks Darius to translate, he’ll obviously find out about the money, but *refusing* his help might made him suspicious; either way, there’s no guarantee that the attendant would even be *able* to make change for her.

"It…would probably be better for you to show me how to use the machine; if I ever get stuck, I can probably talk to the attendant well enough to figure things out—but there won’t always be someone here to teach me how these things work,” she says, giving Darius a grateful smile as she gestures towards the row of machines.

As she swipes her card a minute or two later, Christine bites at the inside of her lip, refusing to let herself consider whether it might have been wiser to buy a few coins’ worth of single tickets.

---

DARIUS

Painfully unaware of Christine’s internal struggle, Darius agrees cheerfully and gives a wave to the desk attendant as he moves over to the machines. “It’s really pretty simple,” he says. “No Swedish language option, but the French is very basic- your French is getting better- here…”

He walks her through the steps of purchasing a pass, pointing to buttons but having her push them herself. He wants her to be able to do it on her own, after all, if she needs to. He digs his own pass out of his wallet, and shows her how to pass through the gate, inserting the ticket and taking it when it pops out on top, throwing in that it’s best to do it quickly- the metro is quiet at the moment, but when foot traffic is heavy, Parisians will get cranky stuck behind someone slow. 

A train is pulling in just as they emerge into the tunnel, and Darius ushers her on, clearly pleased with their luck.

“No wait at all. It’s always nice when that happens,” he comments as the doors slide shut behind them. There are seats free, only a few people scattered around in the car, but he’d rather stand right now, and he wraps one hand around a pole, bracing himself for when the train starts.

He finds himself looking around at each passenger in the car with unusual scrutiny; one woman notices and averts her eyes, frowning. It doesn’t even occur to him what he’s looking at them for, until he remembers. He hasn’t ridden the metro since a few days ago, and the memory of Khan’s argument is fresh in his mind- it would be so unlikely to run into those people again, with the thousands that use the metro every day, but it’s still in the back of his mind to look for them.

And it doesn’t just have to be them. He knows that there are others in Paris who share similar sentiments, and he angles his eyes back at the ground at the thought. He should do everything in his power to blend in. He doesn’t want to cause trouble, especially with Christine- but the very thought that he could cause trouble by just being on the train ignites frustration in the back of his mind that he struggles to suppress. It isn’t fair, but he has to push down whatever feelings he has about it. It wouldn’t be right to put it all on Christine. Today is meant for her to see the city. It’s meant for them both to have a good time. He glances to the side and forces a crooked smile as the train jumps to a start.

“You’ll know the whole system well before long,” he says. “It becomes second nature. I got used to it fast enough. It wasn’t even that long ago. I’m sure you will, too.” 

---

CHRISTINE

Back when they’d lived in Gothenburg, when she and Mama had often ridden the trams together, Christine would have counted herself lucky to see such an empty car; now, she ignores the open seats, her hand taking the space beneath Darius’ on the metal support pole. He is her guide here, her example of how to be a Parisian, and it’s in her best interest to follow his lead; the way she staggers at the sudden lurching motion of the train is a reminder of how far she has left to go.

She answers his encouragement with a dubious laugh, “Maybe!”, her elbow winding itself more firmly around the pole. “I lived in my old city for five years, and still had to check the map every time I wanted to go somewhere.” Moving to a smaller town hadn’t been *all* bad, in the end.

Outside, the dark tunnel walls flash past the windows, lit by the flicker of the occasional emergency light. An unpleasant shiver works up Christine’s back at the belated realisation that they’re underground; vaguely, she wonders how deep.

“And of course, with the tram, if you get on the wrong line, you can at least *see* where you’re going."

She has to catch herself again as the train unexpectedly—to *her*, at least—grinds to a halt, pausing to let on more passengers before continuing along the route to the Forum des Halles.

”*And* when you’re *stopping*,“ she adds, her warm laugh melting away the brief chill.

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DARIUS

Darius smiles faintly at her as she staggers back and forth- there had certainly been a time when he’d done that on the metro, as well.

“You begin to learn when it’s going to stop,” he says. “Though you’re right, it would be nice to be above ground- it can be gloomy down here. It doesn’t have the same heat underground, though, that it did in my city. People think it gets hot in the summer around here- I swear, that’s one thing I’ll never get used to. The weather. It’s even colder in Sweden, isn’t it? The friend I write to, in Stockholm- he told me that it doesn’t really go above 20 that often. I mean, Tehran isn’t the desert that some people picture, but it gets much hotter than that.”

He’s quiet for a moment, bracing himself as the metro grinds to a halt again. He can feel people looking, curious about what language they’re speaking, but he doesn’t meet any of their eyes- just looks down at Christine as a couple passengers shuffle off, and a few more shuffle on.

“I felt really homesick here at first,” he admits. “Little things like the weather can do that. There are still days when I feel sad about it. And Khan- he never adjusted to being here at all. I guess- I know it’s intimidating. But if you ever need any help, we at least understand how difficult it can be, becoming a part of this city. It’s a confusing place, a lot of the time.”

He doesn’t mean to dampen the mood- it pushes back his own feelings of self-doubt to express his willingness, and ability, to help her. He glances at the map as the train begins moving again, and it seems that the next stop is theirs. They are already standing, and already close enough to the doors to exit quickly, so he only makes a mental note to get off once the doors open again. 

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CHRISTINE

How fortunate has she been, to have found friends who can offer her *understanding* as well as knowledge? Looking up into Darius’ warm brown eyes, she’s struck by the desire to thank him again—to jump once more into the losing battle against the frustrating inadequacies of letters and grammar, to try to find some *words* that might express her appreciation and gratitude; but if there’s one thing that her time in Paris has *already* taught Christine, it’s that words *aren’t* always necessary. She contents herself with replying to him silently—a nod of agreement, and a soft, commiserating smile.

She can’t say that the understanding is fully mutual, though: while she undoubtedly misses Mama, true *homesickness* has yet to strike. The feeling itself is one that is all too familiar to her—the way it causes the heart to ache with each beat, like the wings of a flagging bird unable to find its way back to its nest—but, thinking back on the small city that she came to Paris from, it’s hard to imagine *ever* feeling such longing for the place. She’d never wanted to live there in the first place; had worked *so hard* to get the chance to *leave*. If she’s ever had a *home* to miss, it wasn’t that little cluster of brick and concrete buildings.

A question, born of pure and guileless curiosity, slips free before Christine can think better of it:

“Why did you leave Tehran?”

Of course, no sooner have the words been spoken than her brain reminds her of a rather obvious answer.

“I mean—” she cuts in before he can respond, her voice tight in contrast to the softness with which she’d asked the question, “I know you both came here with Erik, but—”

But…?

Darius watches expectantly; she shifts her grip on the metal post, her gaze darting back to the flickering window again as she struggles to distill what it is that she actually wants to *know*.

“I…we were always moving around when I was little,” Christine says finally, her tone uncertain as she glances at her friend again, “For years, we never stayed in the same place. I’m used to it—to this; to being somewhere different. But you— Of course you wanted to help Erik—and it wasn’t all *good* there— But… How could—?” she shakes her head, tilting her face towards the window again to hide her ashamed blush, “I’m not making any sense, I’m sorry.”

---

DARIUS

It seems odd to speak about such a personal thing in public- if it were anyone else, he may have shied away from the topic, but despite the eyes on them, Darius knows that nobody in the car can understand what they’re saying. It gives him a sense of privacy and security, but still- he glances at the advertisements plastered on the walls for a moment, unable to trust that the stab of darkness he feels in his heart won’t show itself plainly on his face. He doesn’t think the question is inappropriate, but there is so much weight to it. More weight than he can possibly convey to her in a brief conversation on a train. For once, he measures his words before he speaks. There is so much history to go over to really explain. “It’s funny, really,” he says. “Living somewhere as active and brilliant as Tehran- and it felt like a ghost town half the time. We couldn’t stay there. Khan couldn’t stay there. I mean, losing my father was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. But that’s how nature is- everyone says it, I guess, but it’s different for a parent to bury their child. It’s just not right. There were just too many old memories there. There was too much that couldn’t be left behind. We’d been talking about a new place meaning a new start before Khan ever met Erik. We weren’t thinking of France, but it made the most sense when he entered the picture.” Darius shrugs his jacket tighter around his shoulders and looks down at Christine. “I guess- a place being home doesn’t make it good for you to be there. And a place being good doesn’t make it home, either. But I’m sure you know that already, having moved your whole life.” He fades into silence, wrapping his hand around the pole to steady himself as he stares out the window and hopes that the answer is sufficient. It’s not everything, of course. He knows that the pain of losing a loved one isn’t anything new to her, and for that very reason, isn’t certain that he wants to stay on the topic too long. Honesty is important to him, though. If he wants her to open up to him, he is determined that he will do the same for her (perhaps too much, sometimes). He watches lights flicker by to keep his mind busy, away from the memory of all of the grief that pushed them away from their home country. The present is what’s important- it has to be.

---

CHRISTINE

Rather than assuaging her curiosity, Darius’ reply only stirs the dust from older questions, half-buried at the back of her mind; Christine only nods quietly, letting the conversation cede to the rumbling of the rails beneath their feet. Her father had always shied away when she’d asked about why he had taken them away from Skatelöv; she should have known better than to pose a similar question to someone else.

Yet, as the train gently sways around a curve in its track, there’s a part of her brain that persists in *wondering*.

As little attachment as she’d had to the various houses and towns and hotel rooms that she’d grown up in—as little as she could give any of them the title of ’home’—there’d always been a lingering comfort in the familiarity of those places: in knowing that the ones she’d loved had breathed that air; walked those floors; shared that same space with her, however fleetingly. To her, *leaving* those things has always seemed like just one more loss—an ever-present aftershock to tragedy, the ground crumbling away beneath her when she’d already fallen to her knees.

She can’t wrap her mind around what it would be like to be torn from a real *home*—much less to *choose* to leave such a place.

Even as she has done her best to push certain memories from her mind, her heart has fought to cling to the traces of *before*—as if, could she only hold onto enough pieces, she could pretend that nothing had changed.

But the decision had never been in her hands, and staying was never an option.

“I’m…glad you’re here now, anyway,” she says awkwardly after a few moments, her eyes darting only briefly upward, “And that you’re happy here.” Just then, the squealing of brakes slices through the muffled roar of the train, and Christine gratefully turns her attention towards remaining on her feet.

---

(Part 119)

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Le séjour Café est une adresse de Nice à garder précieusement dans son carnet et qui est, avant tout, une belle histoire de famille : celle de Renaud et Marilène Geille et de leurs enfants Marina et Robin. Tous les quatre ont la même ferveur de la cuisine, du partage et du bien recevoir; tous ont arrêté des carrières établies, que ce soit dans la communication pour des maisons prestigieuses ou à la direction d’une multinationale. Cette passion, ils la doivent à Mélanie : la grand-mère bretonne qui leur a donné l’amour des beaux produits de la mer et du bon.

L’aventure gastronomique commence à Saint-Malo avec l’ouverture du Bistro du Port, puis continue à Menton et à Nice avec Les Viviers. En 2006, Renaud Geille revend ses établissements et, quelques temps plus tard, naît Le Séjour Café  de l’envie de Marina ( la fille ) de créer un lieu chaleureux et à part  ( plus tard naîtra juste à côté  Mon Petit Café géré par Robin, le fils ). Tous décident d’unifier leur énergie et enthousiasme à la réussite de ces projets avec une identité non pas de restaurant, mais d’un appartement convivial aux étagères remplies de livres, de bibelots, de photos de famille et de souvenirs. La cuisine ouverte, au fond de la salle, offre la possibilité de vivre l’action en toute discrétion sans aucune nuisance.

La Salle Le Séjour Café ©lepetitlugourmand

Le Séjour Café ©lepetitlugourmand

La salle Le Séjour Café ©lepetitlugourmand

Vous serez reçu par Marina et sa maman qui accueillent leurs hôtes “chez elles” avec élégance, sincérité et chaleur.

Nicolas Mendjisky, le chef, qui a passé plusieurs années dans les cuisines du célèbre chef niçois Christian Plumail, propose une cuisine bistronomique efficace et bien menée. Pas de carte mais une ardoise qui vit au gré des saisons, des arrivages et des inspirations du chef qui s’imprègne de cette saisonnalité respectée.

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Pour commencer, trois entrées qui ont la douceur réconfortante et chaleureuse d’un hiver installé avivées par un agrume, une herbe ou une gelée qui leurs donne du peps et de la vie :  La pastilla de lapin nous fait partir dans la chaleur des souks,  une sauce vinaigrée et des légumes croquants ravivent et épaulent le croustillant à la douceur sucrée.

Le carpaccio de St Jacques bretonnes, fières de leurs origines au goût iodé d’une noisette de la mer, sont “punchées” par la feuille de shiso qui les transporte, en parfait équilibre, au pays du soleil levant. L’appétit est ici parfaitement attisé.

Le velouté de champignons et son espuma de lard  nous rappelle le réconfort d’un potage aux saveurs d’une ballade en forêt baptisé d’un esprit de lard qui enveloppe le tout d’une franche gourmandise.

Les plats, quand à eux, virevoltent entre un porcelet laqué à la très jolie cuisson et au croustillant d’un noble gras, le jus de viande précis et savoureux, les légumes croquants en apparence ont un cœur fondant de saveurs hivernales : les choux de Bruxelles, la carotte et la purée de céleri en accord ont justement leur mot à dire.

Le bar rôti en provenance de Saint-Malo, terre de famille, a quelques secondes de trop pour pouvoir pleinement profiter de sa belle identité délicate, le beurre blanc de cidre titille juste comme il faut le palais et le fenouil nous donne un peu de soleil croquant et méditerranéen.

Le risotto au homard frais est bien balancé d’une cuisson parfaite, le jus homardine donne du sérieux et épaule parfaitement le crustacé, le tout est judicieusement ravivé par les pointes de concentré de cerfeuil, qui évitent malignement la lourdeur gourmande.

Pour les douceurs, le cheese cake citron est en bel équilibre d’une mousse légère et bien ficelée : une fine “bouche” vive et rafraîchissante.

Le dôme mousse praliné -passion est un entre deux raisons :  le côté praliné gourmand et rond et la mousse passion rappelle à l’ordre en légèreté fringante.

Le fondant chocolat est efficace de plaisir chocolat et bien réalisé, classique et un peu attendue.

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Le dôme mousse praliné -passion ©lepetitlugourmand

Le fondant chocolat ©lepetitlugourmand

Les assiettes sont nettes et précises avec une très belle mise en valeur des produits.

La carte des vins aux références pointues est axée en majorité sur la Bourgogne.

Une jolie atmosphère pour ce Séjour sorti tout droit d’un chaleureux appartement familial grâce à la décoration et aux objets chinés qui donnent une vie et une histoire,  mais aussi et surtout grâce à une équipe attentive, pro et naturelle. Le seul petit bémol serait pour la programmation musicale qui se doit d’être présente sans prendre le dessus en évitant peut-être les chanteuses à voix…

Le Séjour Café est une délicieuse et sérieuse référence à ne surtout pas négliger à Nice pour vivre un parfait moment gourmand.

  Entrées 9 à 18€ – Plats 20 à 28€ – Desserts 10€

Du Mardi au Samedi de 12h00 à 14h00 et de 19h00 à 23h00

11, rue Grimaldi – 06000 Nice

04 97 20 55 35

http://www.lesejourcafe-nice.com/

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        Le Séjour Café – Nice Le séjour Café est une adresse de Nice à garder précieusement dans son carnet et qui est, avant tout, une belle histoire de famille : celle de Renaud et Marilène Geille et de leurs enfants Marina et Robin.

[soriales]

-81 y 97-

Baia, baia~ uno solo? D: jajaja ok! algo que me sigue sacando una sonrisa es cuando junto con una amiga debiamos sacarnos una foto carnet, a 11 cuadras de casa por esa época estaba kodak, así que obviamente decidimos ir a pata, pero era temporada de invierno! y nosotras por boludas realmente xD no llevamos ni abrigo ni paraguas. Qué pasa? que a mitad de camino nos agarra la lluvia y el viento huracanado, pero pese a todo seguimos caminando! tiritando de frío nos encuentra una amiga de mamá y nos grita desde la otra vereda que por qué somos unas locas deambulando así y nos invita a su casa a lo que nosotras no accedemos y entre risas pese a todo continuamos, cx la cantidad de chistes/bromas que ibamos haciendo durante el paseo glaciar las recuerdo hasta ahora xD. Ya en un punto nos dimos cuenta que no podíamos avanzar a lo que retrocedemos corriendo de vuelta para casa jajaja mamá al vernos todas empapadas nos da el regaño del año, luego nos cambiamos obviamente y regresamos a la habitación, en la misma cama nos cubrimos con el edredon y aguardamos el café de mamá cx, no parabamos de reirnos desde entonces xD y lo gracioso es que no pescamos ningún resfriado! xD.

Ah, lo otro, pos así que shipeo hombres en 3D? 🤔