#jute baron

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James Key Caird, Scottish jute baron and mathematician was born January 7th 1837 in Dundee.

Many of you outwith Dundee might not know of James Caird, but Dundee's Jute baron amassed a fortune through the jute trade in the city and donated up to £100,000 for the building of a new City Hall and Council Chamber that beares his name, Caird Hall, of which I took and posted pics of last week.

Caird was the son of linen and jute manufacturer Edward Caird. He was to become one of the city's most successful entrepreneurs, who used the latest technology in his jute mills. Established by his father in 1832, the Ashton Mill was located in the Hawkhill district of Dundee. Caird rebuilt it in 1876, and extended it in 1887 and 1908. He bought the Craigie Mill on Arbroath Road in 1905. Between his two mills, he employed around 2000 workers.

Having grown enormously wealthy, Caird became a generous benefactor. He gave substantial sums to extend the Dundee Royal Infirmary and gifted both the aforementioned Caird Hall, which dominates City Square, and Caird Park in the north of the city. The Marryat Hall, gifted by his sister Mrs Emma Grace Marryat, links to the Caird Hall.

Beyond Dundee, he funded the Insect House at London Zoo and paid for ambulances for use in the Balkan Wars . Caird also funded Sir Ernest Shackleton's Antarctic expedition of 1914-16, and Shackleton's boat was named in his honour, as was the Caird Coast of the Weddell Sea.

Caird was knighted in 1913 and was awarded an honorary degree by the University of St. Andrews. Becoming a recluse in his latter years, he died at his country seat, Belmont Castle near Meigle, and was buried next to his father in Dean Cemetery in Edinburgh.

He left money which was eventually used to purchase Camperdown Park for the city.

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Salut Lounès ! Voyons tes réactions à ces quelques citations… taquines ! 

Première citation :

Je suis de ces auteurs qu’ont du souffle, du répondant, du biscoto. J’emmerde le genre entier humain à cause de mon répondant terrible, de ma paire de burnes fantastiques (et bordel de dieu je le prouve !). Je jute, je conclus, je triomphe, je trempe la page de plein génie… De vous à moi, entre copains, c’est ce qu’on me pardonne pas du tout, à la ronde, ce qu’on me pardonnera jamais, jamais, la façon que je termine, que j’achève les entreprises, que je vais au pied comme une reine, à tous les coups. Ils voudraient bien me faire mourir, mes émules, même mes petits élèves, par chagrins, par méchants propos, me faire périr sous les morsures d’une foison de cancrelats, sous les venins d’une pullulation atroce d’aspics effroyablement voyous, martyrivores. Mais ma peau de vache me protège, jusqu’ici j’ai réchappé. Louis-Ferdinand Céline, L’École des cadavres (1938) 

Lounès Darbois : Eh oui ! Dans une confrontation, se coucher excite rarement la pitié de l’adversaire mais plutôt son sadisme. Les cruels sont souvent des lâches et vice-versa. C’est pourquoi il faut être « terrible et fantastique » pour durer et endurer. J’ai une photo de Raymond Poulidor grimpant une côte. Tout est résumé dans l’expression de son visage, le genre qui ne plaisante pas, sourd à la douleur, tendu vers son idéal. Parfois je la regarde. 

Deuxième citation :

(…) il ne s’agit plus de comprendre et d’aider son prochain mais de le fasciner et de l’enculer. Philippe de Vulpillières, L’homme tue et la femme rend fou (2017) 

Lounès Darbois : Brutal mais exact vu les mœurs actuelles ! La fascination, la « possession » sont des caractéristiques du diable. Tendance fatale quand on veut bien croire à tout sauf au bon sens ! Auteur au parcours intéressant soit dit en passant. 

Troisième citation :

Les hommes sont devenus avides, mesquins, menteurs, […] ils ont perdu la foi et le sens du vrai, il n’y a plus de rois, il n’y a plus de bonheur. Ils chercheront la mort sans la trouver ; ils désireront mourir, mais la mort les fuira. Roman von Ungern-Sternberg cité par Léonid Youzéfovitch, Le Baron Ungern (2001) 

Lounès Darbois : Terrible lorsqu’on sait le destin de cet homme. Lui et sa troupe se battaient à 1 contre 100 dans la steppe, dans une guerre sans espoir. La chanson sur les Russes blancs finit bien par « et leur agonie cruelle, la honte de l’Occident ». 

Quatrième citation :

La vie de l’homme oscille, comme un pendule, entre la douleur et l’ennui. Arthur Schopenhauer, Le monde comme volonté et comme représentation (1819) 

Lounès Darbois : Qu’est-ce qui est le plus agaçant : est-ce le poison de la philosophie du soupçon que Schopenhauer et Nietzsche, en suivant les pas de La Rochefoucauld, ont répandu sur les meilleures générations d’Européens qu’ils avaient au contraire pour mission de galvaniser ? Ou est-ce la complaisance dans la déprime où aiment se morfondre les jeunes Blancs intelligents pour justifier leur inertie ? Difficile à dire ! Enfin tout cela mérite une bonne douche froide et deux jours de diète. Il y a plus de sagesse dans la vie sans parole de François d’Assises que dans les 10 000 pages de l’oncle Arthur et j’ai le droit de le dire car je les ai toutes lues ! Flaubert plus laconique disait à Maupassant : « Méfiez vous de la tristesse, c’est un vice. » 

Cinquième citation :

Ainsi devient raciste celui qui ne veut pas voir son pays envahi par l’étranger, réactionnaire celui qui regrette le temps passé, révisionniste celui qui n’adhère pas à la doxa nationale, fondamentaliste celui qui se réclame de la religion de ses pères. Jean de Pingon, préface à Laurent Gruaz, Et si la Savoie redevenait indépendante ? Projet pour un état souverain, catholique et royal (2020) 

Lounès Darbois : La xénophobie que l’on essaie toujours de faire passer pour une agression active est un réflexe de défense à une agression. Au plan des instincts, elle procède de la pulsion de vie ; au plan politique elle est une résistance à la colonisation ; au plan moral elle est morale ; et au plan chrétien… elle est justifiée par la parabole du bon Samaritain : seul l’étranger qui vous sauve est votre prochain, pas les étrangers en général. 

Sixième citation :

Ah la sale gueule des honnêtes gens… Pierre-Antoine Cousteau, pensées et aphorismes (2021) 

Lounès Darbois : Se vérifie souvent chez des gens très fiers d’avoir étudié en école de commerce. 

Septième citation :

La conversation d’une femme : 95 % de reproches. Paul Morand, Journal inutile (1968-1972 et 1973-1976) 

Lounès Darbois : Vrai sauf… sauf si vous l’« honorez », comme on disait jadis. Alors elle vous fiche la paix. 

Huitième citation :

À vingt ans on a déjà plus que du passé. Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Voyage au bout de la nuit (1932) 

Lounès Darbois : Avez-vous déjà eu cette impression malgré tous les voyages que vous avez entrepris, malgré toutes les réalisations que vous avez accomplies, que tout pendant l’enfance et l’adolescence étaient encore plus intense, plus beau, plus spontané, en somme plus vrai ? Il me semble que la vraie vie, c’est l’enfance, et que le reste est accessoire. 

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Morgan House - Kalimpong, India - British colonial architecture built by English jute baron Mr George Morgan - 1930s - Presumed Haunted by Lady Morgan via /r/ArchitecturePorn https://www.reddit.com/r/ArchitecturePorn/comments/gvvwtv/morgan_house_kalimpong_india_british_colonial/?utm_source=ifttt

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Codex Diplomatics

‘ Arid are we expected to enjoy our Codex Diplomatics as much as our Macaulay and our Froude? ’

‘We do not ask you to enjoy,’ said the Bede, in his dry way, ‘ we only ask you to know — or, to be quite accurate, to satisfy the examiners. The brilliant apologist of Henry vm. seems to give you delightful lectures; but I can assure you that the Schools know no other standard but that of accurate research, in the manner so solidly established by the late Regius Professor whom we have lost.’

‘ Do you think that a thoughtful essay on the typical movements in one’s period would not pay? ’ asked the Admirable one, in a rather anxious tone.

‘My young friend,’ said the Reverend Ethelbald, ‘you will find that dates, authorities, texts, facts, and plenty of diphthongs pay much better. You are in danger of mortal heresy, if you think that anything will show you a royal ‘

road to these. If there is one thing which, more than another private sofia tours, is the mark of Oxford to-day, it is belief in contemporary documents, exact testing of authorities, scrupulous verification of citations, minute attention to chronology, geography, palaeography, and inscriptions. When all these are right, you cannot go wrong. For all this we owe our gratitude to the great historian we have lost.’

‘ Oh, yes,’ said Phil airily, for he was quite aware that he was thought to be shaky in his pre-Ecgberht chronicles; ‘ I am not saying a word against accuracy. But all facts are not equally important, nor are all old documents of the same use. I have been grinding all this term at the History of the Norman Conquest, verifying all the citations as I go along, and making maps of every place that is named. I have only got to the third volume, you know, and I don’t know now what it all comes to. Freeman’s West-Saxon scuffles on the downs seem to me duller than Thucydidesfifty hoplites and three hundred sling-men, and I have not yet come to anything to compare with the Syracusan expedition.’

‘ This is a bad beginning for a history man,’ said Baeda. Is this how they talked at Eton of the greatest period of the greatest race in the annals of the world? All history centres round the early records of the English in the three or four centuries before the first coming of the Jutes, and the three or four after it. Let me advise you to take as your period, say, the battle of Ellandun, and get up all about it, and how “ its stream was choked with slain,” and what led up to it and what came after it. Do you know anything more interesting, as you call it, than that? ’

Recklessness of a smart freshman

‘Yes,’ said Phil readily, with all the recklessness of a smart freshman; ‘why, Ellandun was merely the slogging of savages, of whom we know nothing but a few names. What I call fine history is Macaulay’s famous account of the state of England under the Stuarts, or Froude’s splendid picture of the trial and execution of Mary of Scots. That is a piece of writing that no one can ever forget.’

‘Ah, just so !’ said the Venerable, in that awful mono-syllabic way which he had caught from the Master; ‘ splen-did picture ! — piece of writing ! — fine history ! — here we generally take “fine history” to be — ah! false history.’

‘ But fine history need not be false,’ said Phil.

‘We usually find it so,’ replied his tutor, ‘and it is ten times worse than false quantities in a copy of longs and shorts. There is no worse offence outside the statute book (and many offences in it are less immoral) than the crime of making up a picture of actual events for the sake of literary effect, with no real care for exact truthfulness of detail. A historical romance, as they call novels of past ages, is often a source of troublesome errors; but, at any rate, in a novel we know what to expect. It is a pity that Scott should talk nonsense about Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, and that Bulwer introduced Caxton into the Last of the Barons. But no one expects to find truth in such books, and every one reads them at his own peril. In a history of England it is monstrous to be careless about references, and to trust to a late authority.’

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Codex Diplomatics

‘ Arid are we expected to enjoy our Codex Diplomatics as much as our Macaulay and our Froude? ’

‘We do not ask you to enjoy,’ said the Bede, in his dry way, ‘ we only ask you to know — or, to be quite accurate, to satisfy the examiners. The brilliant apologist of Henry vm. seems to give you delightful lectures; but I can assure you that the Schools know no other standard but that of accurate research, in the manner so solidly established by the late Regius Professor whom we have lost.’

‘ Do you think that a thoughtful essay on the typical movements in one’s period would not pay? ’ asked the Admirable one, in a rather anxious tone.

‘My young friend,’ said the Reverend Ethelbald, ‘you will find that dates, authorities, texts, facts, and plenty of diphthongs pay much better. You are in danger of mortal heresy, if you think that anything will show you a royal ‘

road to these. If there is one thing which, more than another private sofia tours, is the mark of Oxford to-day, it is belief in contemporary documents, exact testing of authorities, scrupulous verification of citations, minute attention to chronology, geography, palaeography, and inscriptions. When all these are right, you cannot go wrong. For all this we owe our gratitude to the great historian we have lost.’

‘ Oh, yes,’ said Phil airily, for he was quite aware that he was thought to be shaky in his pre-Ecgberht chronicles; ‘ I am not saying a word against accuracy. But all facts are not equally important, nor are all old documents of the same use. I have been grinding all this term at the History of the Norman Conquest, verifying all the citations as I go along, and making maps of every place that is named. I have only got to the third volume, you know, and I don’t know now what it all comes to. Freeman’s West-Saxon scuffles on the downs seem to me duller than Thucydidesfifty hoplites and three hundred sling-men, and I have not yet come to anything to compare with the Syracusan expedition.’

‘ This is a bad beginning for a history man,’ said Baeda. Is this how they talked at Eton of the greatest period of the greatest race in the annals of the world? All history centres round the early records of the English in the three or four centuries before the first coming of the Jutes, and the three or four after it. Let me advise you to take as your period, say, the battle of Ellandun, and get up all about it, and how “ its stream was choked with slain,” and what led up to it and what came after it. Do you know anything more interesting, as you call it, than that? ’

Recklessness of a smart freshman

‘Yes,’ said Phil readily, with all the recklessness of a smart freshman; ‘why, Ellandun was merely the slogging of savages, of whom we know nothing but a few names. What I call fine history is Macaulay’s famous account of the state of England under the Stuarts, or Froude’s splendid picture of the trial and execution of Mary of Scots. That is a piece of writing that no one can ever forget.’

‘Ah, just so !’ said the Venerable, in that awful mono-syllabic way which he had caught from the Master; ‘ splen-did picture ! — piece of writing ! — fine history ! — here we generally take “fine history” to be — ah! false history.’

‘ But fine history need not be false,’ said Phil.

‘We usually find it so,’ replied his tutor, ‘and it is ten times worse than false quantities in a copy of longs and shorts. There is no worse offence outside the statute book (and many offences in it are less immoral) than the crime of making up a picture of actual events for the sake of literary effect, with no real care for exact truthfulness of detail. A historical romance, as they call novels of past ages, is often a source of troublesome errors; but, at any rate, in a novel we know what to expect. It is a pity that Scott should talk nonsense about Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, and that Bulwer introduced Caxton into the Last of the Barons. But no one expects to find truth in such books, and every one reads them at his own peril. In a history of England it is monstrous to be careless about references, and to trust to a late authority.’

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Codex Diplomatics

‘ Arid are we expected to enjoy our Codex Diplomatics as much as our Macaulay and our Froude? ’

‘We do not ask you to enjoy,’ said the Bede, in his dry way, ‘ we only ask you to know — or, to be quite accurate, to satisfy the examiners. The brilliant apologist of Henry vm. seems to give you delightful lectures; but I can assure you that the Schools know no other standard but that of accurate research, in the manner so solidly established by the late Regius Professor whom we have lost.’

‘ Do you think that a thoughtful essay on the typical movements in one’s period would not pay? ’ asked the Admirable one, in a rather anxious tone.

‘My young friend,’ said the Reverend Ethelbald, ‘you will find that dates, authorities, texts, facts, and plenty of diphthongs pay much better. You are in danger of mortal heresy, if you think that anything will show you a royal ‘

road to these. If there is one thing which, more than another private sofia tours, is the mark of Oxford to-day, it is belief in contemporary documents, exact testing of authorities, scrupulous verification of citations, minute attention to chronology, geography, palaeography, and inscriptions. When all these are right, you cannot go wrong. For all this we owe our gratitude to the great historian we have lost.’

‘ Oh, yes,’ said Phil airily, for he was quite aware that he was thought to be shaky in his pre-Ecgberht chronicles; ‘ I am not saying a word against accuracy. But all facts are not equally important, nor are all old documents of the same use. I have been grinding all this term at the History of the Norman Conquest, verifying all the citations as I go along, and making maps of every place that is named. I have only got to the third volume, you know, and I don’t know now what it all comes to. Freeman’s West-Saxon scuffles on the downs seem to me duller than Thucydidesfifty hoplites and three hundred sling-men, and I have not yet come to anything to compare with the Syracusan expedition.’

‘ This is a bad beginning for a history man,’ said Baeda. Is this how they talked at Eton of the greatest period of the greatest race in the annals of the world? All history centres round the early records of the English in the three or four centuries before the first coming of the Jutes, and the three or four after it. Let me advise you to take as your period, say, the battle of Ellandun, and get up all about it, and how “ its stream was choked with slain,” and what led up to it and what came after it. Do you know anything more interesting, as you call it, than that? ’

Recklessness of a smart freshman

‘Yes,’ said Phil readily, with all the recklessness of a smart freshman; ‘why, Ellandun was merely the slogging of savages, of whom we know nothing but a few names. What I call fine history is Macaulay’s famous account of the state of England under the Stuarts, or Froude’s splendid picture of the trial and execution of Mary of Scots. That is a piece of writing that no one can ever forget.’

‘Ah, just so !’ said the Venerable, in that awful mono-syllabic way which he had caught from the Master; ‘ splen-did picture ! — piece of writing ! — fine history ! — here we generally take “fine history” to be — ah! false history.’

‘ But fine history need not be false,’ said Phil.

‘We usually find it so,’ replied his tutor, ‘and it is ten times worse than false quantities in a copy of longs and shorts. There is no worse offence outside the statute book (and many offences in it are less immoral) than the crime of making up a picture of actual events for the sake of literary effect, with no real care for exact truthfulness of detail. A historical romance, as they call novels of past ages, is often a source of troublesome errors; but, at any rate, in a novel we know what to expect. It is a pity that Scott should talk nonsense about Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, and that Bulwer introduced Caxton into the Last of the Barons. But no one expects to find truth in such books, and every one reads them at his own peril. In a history of England it is monstrous to be careless about references, and to trust to a late authority.’

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Codex Diplomatics

‘ Arid are we expected to enjoy our Codex Diplomatics as much as our Macaulay and our Froude? ’

‘We do not ask you to enjoy,’ said the Bede, in his dry way, ‘ we only ask you to know — or, to be quite accurate, to satisfy the examiners. The brilliant apologist of Henry vm. seems to give you delightful lectures; but I can assure you that the Schools know no other standard but that of accurate research, in the manner so solidly established by the late Regius Professor whom we have lost.’

‘ Do you think that a thoughtful essay on the typical movements in one’s period would not pay? ’ asked the Admirable one, in a rather anxious tone.

‘My young friend,’ said the Reverend Ethelbald, ‘you will find that dates, authorities, texts, facts, and plenty of diphthongs pay much better. You are in danger of mortal heresy, if you think that anything will show you a royal ‘

road to these. If there is one thing which, more than another private sofia tours, is the mark of Oxford to-day, it is belief in contemporary documents, exact testing of authorities, scrupulous verification of citations, minute attention to chronology, geography, palaeography, and inscriptions. When all these are right, you cannot go wrong. For all this we owe our gratitude to the great historian we have lost.’

‘ Oh, yes,’ said Phil airily, for he was quite aware that he was thought to be shaky in his pre-Ecgberht chronicles; ‘ I am not saying a word against accuracy. But all facts are not equally important, nor are all old documents of the same use. I have been grinding all this term at the History of the Norman Conquest, verifying all the citations as I go along, and making maps of every place that is named. I have only got to the third volume, you know, and I don’t know now what it all comes to. Freeman’s West-Saxon scuffles on the downs seem to me duller than Thucydidesfifty hoplites and three hundred sling-men, and I have not yet come to anything to compare with the Syracusan expedition.’

‘ This is a bad beginning for a history man,’ said Baeda. Is this how they talked at Eton of the greatest period of the greatest race in the annals of the world? All history centres round the early records of the English in the three or four centuries before the first coming of the Jutes, and the three or four after it. Let me advise you to take as your period, say, the battle of Ellandun, and get up all about it, and how “ its stream was choked with slain,” and what led up to it and what came after it. Do you know anything more interesting, as you call it, than that? ’

Recklessness of a smart freshman

‘Yes,’ said Phil readily, with all the recklessness of a smart freshman; ‘why, Ellandun was merely the slogging of savages, of whom we know nothing but a few names. What I call fine history is Macaulay’s famous account of the state of England under the Stuarts, or Froude’s splendid picture of the trial and execution of Mary of Scots. That is a piece of writing that no one can ever forget.’

‘Ah, just so !’ said the Venerable, in that awful mono-syllabic way which he had caught from the Master; ‘ splen-did picture ! — piece of writing ! — fine history ! — here we generally take “fine history” to be — ah! false history.’

‘ But fine history need not be false,’ said Phil.

‘We usually find it so,’ replied his tutor, ‘and it is ten times worse than false quantities in a copy of longs and shorts. There is no worse offence outside the statute book (and many offences in it are less immoral) than the crime of making up a picture of actual events for the sake of literary effect, with no real care for exact truthfulness of detail. A historical romance, as they call novels of past ages, is often a source of troublesome errors; but, at any rate, in a novel we know what to expect. It is a pity that Scott should talk nonsense about Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, and that Bulwer introduced Caxton into the Last of the Barons. But no one expects to find truth in such books, and every one reads them at his own peril. In a history of England it is monstrous to be careless about references, and to trust to a late authority.’

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Codex Diplomatics

‘ Arid are we expected to enjoy our Codex Diplomatics as much as our Macaulay and our Froude? ’

‘We do not ask you to enjoy,’ said the Bede, in his dry way, ‘ we only ask you to know — or, to be quite accurate, to satisfy the examiners. The brilliant apologist of Henry vm. seems to give you delightful lectures; but I can assure you that the Schools know no other standard but that of accurate research, in the manner so solidly established by the late Regius Professor whom we have lost.’

‘ Do you think that a thoughtful essay on the typical movements in one’s period would not pay? ’ asked the Admirable one, in a rather anxious tone.

‘My young friend,’ said the Reverend Ethelbald, ‘you will find that dates, authorities, texts, facts, and plenty of diphthongs pay much better. You are in danger of mortal heresy, if you think that anything will show you a royal ‘

road to these. If there is one thing which, more than another private sofia tours, is the mark of Oxford to-day, it is belief in contemporary documents, exact testing of authorities, scrupulous verification of citations, minute attention to chronology, geography, palaeography, and inscriptions. When all these are right, you cannot go wrong. For all this we owe our gratitude to the great historian we have lost.’

‘ Oh, yes,’ said Phil airily, for he was quite aware that he was thought to be shaky in his pre-Ecgberht chronicles; ‘ I am not saying a word against accuracy. But all facts are not equally important, nor are all old documents of the same use. I have been grinding all this term at the History of the Norman Conquest, verifying all the citations as I go along, and making maps of every place that is named. I have only got to the third volume, you know, and I don’t know now what it all comes to. Freeman’s West-Saxon scuffles on the downs seem to me duller than Thucydidesfifty hoplites and three hundred sling-men, and I have not yet come to anything to compare with the Syracusan expedition.’

‘ This is a bad beginning for a history man,’ said Baeda. Is this how they talked at Eton of the greatest period of the greatest race in the annals of the world? All history centres round the early records of the English in the three or four centuries before the first coming of the Jutes, and the three or four after it. Let me advise you to take as your period, say, the battle of Ellandun, and get up all about it, and how “ its stream was choked with slain,” and what led up to it and what came after it. Do you know anything more interesting, as you call it, than that? ’

Recklessness of a smart freshman

‘Yes,’ said Phil readily, with all the recklessness of a smart freshman; ‘why, Ellandun was merely the slogging of savages, of whom we know nothing but a few names. What I call fine history is Macaulay’s famous account of the state of England under the Stuarts, or Froude’s splendid picture of the trial and execution of Mary of Scots. That is a piece of writing that no one can ever forget.’

‘Ah, just so !’ said the Venerable, in that awful mono-syllabic way which he had caught from the Master; ‘ splen-did picture ! — piece of writing ! — fine history ! — here we generally take “fine history” to be — ah! false history.’

‘ But fine history need not be false,’ said Phil.

‘We usually find it so,’ replied his tutor, ‘and it is ten times worse than false quantities in a copy of longs and shorts. There is no worse offence outside the statute book (and many offences in it are less immoral) than the crime of making up a picture of actual events for the sake of literary effect, with no real care for exact truthfulness of detail. A historical romance, as they call novels of past ages, is often a source of troublesome errors; but, at any rate, in a novel we know what to expect. It is a pity that Scott should talk nonsense about Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, and that Bulwer introduced Caxton into the Last of the Barons. But no one expects to find truth in such books, and every one reads them at his own peril. In a history of England it is monstrous to be careless about references, and to trust to a late authority.’

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Codex Diplomatics

‘ Arid are we expected to enjoy our Codex Diplomatics as much as our Macaulay and our Froude? ’

‘We do not ask you to enjoy,’ said the Bede, in his dry way, ‘ we only ask you to know — or, to be quite accurate, to satisfy the examiners. The brilliant apologist of Henry vm. seems to give you delightful lectures; but I can assure you that the Schools know no other standard but that of accurate research, in the manner so solidly established by the late Regius Professor whom we have lost.’

‘ Do you think that a thoughtful essay on the typical movements in one’s period would not pay? ’ asked the Admirable one, in a rather anxious tone.

‘My young friend,’ said the Reverend Ethelbald, ‘you will find that dates, authorities, texts, facts, and plenty of diphthongs pay much better. You are in danger of mortal heresy, if you think that anything will show you a royal ‘

road to these. If there is one thing which, more than another private sofia tours, is the mark of Oxford to-day, it is belief in contemporary documents, exact testing of authorities, scrupulous verification of citations, minute attention to chronology, geography, palaeography, and inscriptions. When all these are right, you cannot go wrong. For all this we owe our gratitude to the great historian we have lost.’

‘ Oh, yes,’ said Phil airily, for he was quite aware that he was thought to be shaky in his pre-Ecgberht chronicles; ‘ I am not saying a word against accuracy. But all facts are not equally important, nor are all old documents of the same use. I have been grinding all this term at the History of the Norman Conquest, verifying all the citations as I go along, and making maps of every place that is named. I have only got to the third volume, you know, and I don’t know now what it all comes to. Freeman’s West-Saxon scuffles on the downs seem to me duller than Thucydidesfifty hoplites and three hundred sling-men, and I have not yet come to anything to compare with the Syracusan expedition.’

‘ This is a bad beginning for a history man,’ said Baeda. Is this how they talked at Eton of the greatest period of the greatest race in the annals of the world? All history centres round the early records of the English in the three or four centuries before the first coming of the Jutes, and the three or four after it. Let me advise you to take as your period, say, the battle of Ellandun, and get up all about it, and how “ its stream was choked with slain,” and what led up to it and what came after it. Do you know anything more interesting, as you call it, than that? ’

Recklessness of a smart freshman

‘Yes,’ said Phil readily, with all the recklessness of a smart freshman; ‘why, Ellandun was merely the slogging of savages, of whom we know nothing but a few names. What I call fine history is Macaulay’s famous account of the state of England under the Stuarts, or Froude’s splendid picture of the trial and execution of Mary of Scots. That is a piece of writing that no one can ever forget.’

‘Ah, just so !’ said the Venerable, in that awful mono-syllabic way which he had caught from the Master; ‘ splen-did picture ! — piece of writing ! — fine history ! — here we generally take “fine history” to be — ah! false history.’

‘ But fine history need not be false,’ said Phil.

‘We usually find it so,’ replied his tutor, ‘and it is ten times worse than false quantities in a copy of longs and shorts. There is no worse offence outside the statute book (and many offences in it are less immoral) than the crime of making up a picture of actual events for the sake of literary effect, with no real care for exact truthfulness of detail. A historical romance, as they call novels of past ages, is often a source of troublesome errors; but, at any rate, in a novel we know what to expect. It is a pity that Scott should talk nonsense about Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, and that Bulwer introduced Caxton into the Last of the Barons. But no one expects to find truth in such books, and every one reads them at his own peril. In a history of England it is monstrous to be careless about references, and to trust to a late authority.’

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Codex Diplomatics

‘ Arid are we expected to enjoy our Codex Diplomatics as much as our Macaulay and our Froude? ’

‘We do not ask you to enjoy,’ said the Bede, in his dry way, ‘ we only ask you to know — or, to be quite accurate, to satisfy the examiners. The brilliant apologist of Henry vm. seems to give you delightful lectures; but I can assure you that the Schools know no other standard but that of accurate research, in the manner so solidly established by the late Regius Professor whom we have lost.’

‘ Do you think that a thoughtful essay on the typical movements in one’s period would not pay? ’ asked the Admirable one, in a rather anxious tone.

‘My young friend,’ said the Reverend Ethelbald, ‘you will find that dates, authorities, texts, facts, and plenty of diphthongs pay much better. You are in danger of mortal heresy, if you think that anything will show you a royal ‘

road to these. If there is one thing which, more than another private sofia tours, is the mark of Oxford to-day, it is belief in contemporary documents, exact testing of authorities, scrupulous verification of citations, minute attention to chronology, geography, palaeography, and inscriptions. When all these are right, you cannot go wrong. For all this we owe our gratitude to the great historian we have lost.’

‘ Oh, yes,’ said Phil airily, for he was quite aware that he was thought to be shaky in his pre-Ecgberht chronicles; ‘ I am not saying a word against accuracy. But all facts are not equally important, nor are all old documents of the same use. I have been grinding all this term at the History of the Norman Conquest, verifying all the citations as I go along, and making maps of every place that is named. I have only got to the third volume, you know, and I don’t know now what it all comes to. Freeman’s West-Saxon scuffles on the downs seem to me duller than Thucydidesfifty hoplites and three hundred sling-men, and I have not yet come to anything to compare with the Syracusan expedition.’

‘ This is a bad beginning for a history man,’ said Baeda. Is this how they talked at Eton of the greatest period of the greatest race in the annals of the world? All history centres round the early records of the English in the three or four centuries before the first coming of the Jutes, and the three or four after it. Let me advise you to take as your period, say, the battle of Ellandun, and get up all about it, and how “ its stream was choked with slain,” and what led up to it and what came after it. Do you know anything more interesting, as you call it, than that? ’

Recklessness of a smart freshman

‘Yes,’ said Phil readily, with all the recklessness of a smart freshman; ‘why, Ellandun was merely the slogging of savages, of whom we know nothing but a few names. What I call fine history is Macaulay’s famous account of the state of England under the Stuarts, or Froude’s splendid picture of the trial and execution of Mary of Scots. That is a piece of writing that no one can ever forget.’

‘Ah, just so !’ said the Venerable, in that awful mono-syllabic way which he had caught from the Master; ‘ splen-did picture ! — piece of writing ! — fine history ! — here we generally take “fine history” to be — ah! false history.’

‘ But fine history need not be false,’ said Phil.

‘We usually find it so,’ replied his tutor, ‘and it is ten times worse than false quantities in a copy of longs and shorts. There is no worse offence outside the statute book (and many offences in it are less immoral) than the crime of making up a picture of actual events for the sake of literary effect, with no real care for exact truthfulness of detail. A historical romance, as they call novels of past ages, is often a source of troublesome errors; but, at any rate, in a novel we know what to expect. It is a pity that Scott should talk nonsense about Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, and that Bulwer introduced Caxton into the Last of the Barons. But no one expects to find truth in such books, and every one reads them at his own peril. In a history of England it is monstrous to be careless about references, and to trust to a late authority.’

[bulgaristya]

Codex Diplomatics

‘ Arid are we expected to enjoy our Codex Diplomatics as much as our Macaulay and our Froude? ’

‘We do not ask you to enjoy,’ said the Bede, in his dry way, ‘ we only ask you to know — or, to be quite accurate, to satisfy the examiners. The brilliant apologist of Henry vm. seems to give you delightful lectures; but I can assure you that the Schools know no other standard but that of accurate research, in the manner so solidly established by the late Regius Professor whom we have lost.’

‘ Do you think that a thoughtful essay on the typical movements in one’s period would not pay? ’ asked the Admirable one, in a rather anxious tone.

‘My young friend,’ said the Reverend Ethelbald, ‘you will find that dates, authorities, texts, facts, and plenty of diphthongs pay much better. You are in danger of mortal heresy, if you think that anything will show you a royal ‘

road to these. If there is one thing which, more than another private sofia tours, is the mark of Oxford to-day, it is belief in contemporary documents, exact testing of authorities, scrupulous verification of citations, minute attention to chronology, geography, palaeography, and inscriptions. When all these are right, you cannot go wrong. For all this we owe our gratitude to the great historian we have lost.’

‘ Oh, yes,’ said Phil airily, for he was quite aware that he was thought to be shaky in his pre-Ecgberht chronicles; ‘ I am not saying a word against accuracy. But all facts are not equally important, nor are all old documents of the same use. I have been grinding all this term at the History of the Norman Conquest, verifying all the citations as I go along, and making maps of every place that is named. I have only got to the third volume, you know, and I don’t know now what it all comes to. Freeman’s West-Saxon scuffles on the downs seem to me duller than Thucydidesfifty hoplites and three hundred sling-men, and I have not yet come to anything to compare with the Syracusan expedition.’

‘ This is a bad beginning for a history man,’ said Baeda. Is this how they talked at Eton of the greatest period of the greatest race in the annals of the world? All history centres round the early records of the English in the three or four centuries before the first coming of the Jutes, and the three or four after it. Let me advise you to take as your period, say, the battle of Ellandun, and get up all about it, and how “ its stream was choked with slain,” and what led up to it and what came after it. Do you know anything more interesting, as you call it, than that? ’

Recklessness of a smart freshman

‘Yes,’ said Phil readily, with all the recklessness of a smart freshman; ‘why, Ellandun was merely the slogging of savages, of whom we know nothing but a few names. What I call fine history is Macaulay’s famous account of the state of England under the Stuarts, or Froude’s splendid picture of the trial and execution of Mary of Scots. That is a piece of writing that no one can ever forget.’

‘Ah, just so !’ said the Venerable, in that awful mono-syllabic way which he had caught from the Master; ‘ splen-did picture ! — piece of writing ! — fine history ! — here we generally take “fine history” to be — ah! false history.’

‘ But fine history need not be false,’ said Phil.

‘We usually find it so,’ replied his tutor, ‘and it is ten times worse than false quantities in a copy of longs and shorts. There is no worse offence outside the statute book (and many offences in it are less immoral) than the crime of making up a picture of actual events for the sake of literary effect, with no real care for exact truthfulness of detail. A historical romance, as they call novels of past ages, is often a source of troublesome errors; but, at any rate, in a novel we know what to expect. It is a pity that Scott should talk nonsense about Robin Hood in Ivanhoe, and that Bulwer introduced Caxton into the Last of the Barons. But no one expects to find truth in such books, and every one reads them at his own peril. In a history of England it is monstrous to be careless about references, and to trust to a late authority.’

[scotianostra]

James Key Caird, Scottish jute baron and mathematician was born January 7th 1837 in Dundee.

Many of you outwith Dundee might not know of James Caird, but Dundee's Jute baron amassed a fortune through the jute trade in the city and donated up to £100,000 for the building of a new City Hall and Council Chamber that beares his name, Caird Hall.

Caird was the son of linen and jute manufacturer Edward Caird. He was to become one of the city's most successful entrepreneurs, who used the latest technology in his jute mills. Established by his father in 1832, the Ashton Mill was located in the Hawkhill district of Dundee. Caird rebuilt it in 1876, and extended it in 1887 and 1908. He bought the Craigie Mill on Arbroath Road in 1905. Between his two mills, he employed around 2000 workers.

Having grown enormously wealthy, Caird became a generous benefactor. He gave substantial sums to extend the Dundee Royal Infirmary and gifted both the aforementioned Caird Hall, which dominates City Square, and Caird Park in the north of the city. The Marryat Hall, gifted by his sister Mrs Emma Grace Marryat, links to the Caird Hall.

Beyond Dundee, he funded the Insect House at London Zoo and paid for ambulances for use in the Balkan Wars . Caird also funded Sir Ernest Shackleton's Antarctic expedition of 1914-16, and Shackleton's boat was named in his honour, as was the Caird Coast of the Weddell Sea.

Caird was knighted in 1913 and was awarded an honorary degree by the University of St. Andrews. Becoming a recluse in his latter years, he died at his country seat, Belmont Castle near Meigle, and was buried next to his father in Dean Cemetery in Edinburgh.

He left money which was eventually used to purchase Camperdown Park for the city.

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La châtelaine, pris dans un élan de rage à poussé son vieux baron de mari qui s’était enrichi sur le dos d’esclaves noirs qui cueillaient,avant que ce soit mal vue, du cacao et du coton. On ne sait par quel miracle, il c’est rattrapé au lustre pour atterrir sur quelques sacs en toiles de jute remplis de fèves qu’il gardait en ornement dans son hall d’entrée. Au final ils se sont réconcilié autour d’un raz de cou en diamants et ils ont fait changer la décoration du hall. ——————————————————————— #baron #chateau #castle #lustre #chandelier #accident #diamant #cacao #wasted #trash #planetearth #pictures #travelphotography #art #streetart #nature #environnement #pollution #naturelovers #earth #ecology #climat #recycled #recyclage #recycling #nddl #naturephotography #photography #developpementdurable (à Hauts-de-France) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnoD9xGB-CX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wk3yabc6mkkm

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Morgan House - The mansion of British colonial architecture in Kalimpong

Morgan House – The mansion of British colonial architecture in Kalimpong

The house was built in the early 1930s by an English jute baron Mr. George Morgan and was used as a summer shelter. When Mr. Morgan died he passed into the hands of the administrators, and was later handed over to the Government of India after India’s independence. Morgan House is built on a sixteen acre estate atop the mountain of Durpindara / Image source In 1965 it was handed over to the…

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The Revolutionary Coffee Shops Bringing Craft Beans Back to Brazil

It’s the end of the coffee harvest in the Brazilian state of São Paulo, and a warehouse in the capital is buzzing with life. Jute sacks of green coffee beans are piled up, waiting to be put into cold storage. Buyers have come from around the world, and the roasting machine is still warm from the morning roast.

This is Isso é Café, a coffee shop in downtown São Paulo. Brazil’s long-standing concept of “export-grade coffee,” where the best stuff goes to foreigners, is starting to change in this city. Now, specialty coffee shops owned by the growers themselves, like Isso é Café, are beginning to flourish. There are currently more than 10 such places across São Paulo, in all shapes and sizes.

“You have to look hard to find good coffee in São Paulo, but it’s here and it’s unique,” says Isso é Café founder Felipe Croce, a young coffee farmer with a quiet, revolutionary air.

Croce is the fifth generation of a São Paulo coffee farming family that produced conventional “commodity coffee” for nearly 150 years. Then, in 2001, his mother took over the farm on a mission to go organic. It was right at the beginning of the so-called third-wave coffee movement, which Felipe describes as unwritten ethos in which quality, origin, traceability and fair prices all play an essential part.

Brazil is the largest producer of coffee in the world as well as the largest consumer; Brazilians brewed their way through 21 million bags (weighing 132 pounds each) of coffee in 2018. Forward-thinking farmers here started investing in single-origin and single-variety coffees some 20 years ago, but export was their only market until recently. Specialty coffee consumption in Brazil is still a tiny market – just 5 percent of total coffee consumption, according to the Brazilian Specialty Coffee Association – but the potential is huge, experts agree.

“São Paulo is a very serious food city, it’s got a massive population and it’s got spending power,” Croce says. “The origin is also here, with farms close by. But the specialty coffee doesn’t speak for itself. People are creatures of habit. They choose the coffee that reminds them of their grandma’s house rather than the coffee that challenges them, unless you walk them through it.”

This is why spaces like Isso é Café focus as much on educating consumers as they do on growing and serving coffee. Restaurateurs, baristas, and coffee geeks in general are in and out of Isso é Café for cuppings as well as courses that run from latte art to brewing methods.

Croce and his team are involved in every step on the coffee production process. “We’re farmers, we’re baristas, we’re roasters and we’re also tasters. When we choose what variety to plant, we’re always discussing how it might taste. We want to push forward in terms of what’s possible with coffee,” he says.

That experimental spirit is also palpable at Um Coffee, a small chain of coffee shops with a farm 175 miles northeast of São Paulo. Stefano Um, the patriarch, came to São Paulo from Korea when he was eight years old, and fulfilled a lifelong ambition when he bought a coffee farm in 2009. He ripped out the farm’s old and unproductive coffee trees to plant 200,000 new ones, and now grows 23 different varieties. The company exports its micro-lot coffees to countries across Europe as well as Japan, Korea, and the U.S.

At the Um Coffee location in Bom Retiro, a downtown São Paulo neighborhood with a large Korean community, a barista serves me a cup of the farm’s red catauí variety, measuring out the freshly ground coffee into a Kalita Wave filter. She uses a weighing scale that doubles as a stopwatch to measure the time it takes for the water to filter through into the cup.

Precision is important at Um Coffee, from its approach to roasting (on a floor above the coffee shop) to the tests it’s been running this year at the farm, fermenting coffee cherries to develop different flavors.

“We wanted to bring some innovation to the market and try new ways to do coffee,” Stefano’s son Boram tells me. He and his brother were the driving force behind the coffee shops, having seen firsthand what their export clients were doing. They started with the coffee shop in Bom Retiro in 2016, and within two years had two other branches, a clutch of local magazine awards, and plans to open more coffee shops in the coming months.

“Brazil is unique in having so many different producing regions, and it’s easy in São Paulo to access all these different coffees,” Boram says. Um Coffee also serves varieties grown by other producers from different regions, including from Felipe Croce’s family farm, Fazenda Ambiental Fortaleza. Stefano goes to meet the producers and their farms himself. “This transparency is really important to us,” he says, “knowing each grower’s ethics, and knowing how we roasted and serve it.”

As at Isso é Café, changing consumer perceptions is one of the biggest challenges that the Um family faces, and so they too offer a roster of courses as well as free cuppings each weekend. They talk about “converting” customers from standard-grade Brazilian brew, which Felipe Croce calls “bitter sugar water” (sugar being essential to cut through its burnt tang).

Coffee runs deep in the veins of São Paulo. The wealth that came from the state’s coffee boom in the mid 19th and early 20th centuries brought railways and European architecture, not to mention around 4 million immigrants who came to work on the plantations that stretch for 400 miles into the interior of the state.

The city mansions of the São Paulo coffee barons are mostly gone now, bulldozed to make way for high-rises in the latter part of the twentieth century, but a few still stand. One, a 1930s landmark in the upmarket Jardins neighborhood, was restored to become Zel Café in late 2018. The coffee shop, restaurant, and book store is owned by the charismatic José Lauro Megale and run by his daughter Caroline. The coffee – three varieties and a blend – comes from their farm in the Serra da Mantiqueira mountains, just over the state border in Minas Gerais.

José Lauro sold his family’s logistics business in 2015 for more than $250 million and is investing in transforming the cattle and stud farm he inherited from his father. “My father thought I would have sold the farm before he was cold in his grave, but I bought 300 more horses and planted 100,000 coffee trees,” he says. Last year, Zel Cafe produced 200 bags (26,455 pounds) of coffee, and the new trees he planted aren’t even producing yet.

There’s no one model for the family businesses driving this trend. Octávio Café is a pioneer of the farm-to-cup trend in São Paulo, albeit on a larger and more corporate scale. The owners, the Quércia family, of Italian origin, have coffee farms in the Alta Mogiana region of the state with 7 million coffee trees that supply their five coffee shops (two are in an airport). The personal contact with the grower is lost in their coffee shops, but the traceability and quality is.

“Each business has its own origins and approach to coffee,” Croce says. “It’s part of what makes São Paulo so rich and diverse — and all these approaches are starting to make São Paulo’s coffee scene interesting.”

The article The Revolutionary Coffee Shops Bringing Craft Beans Back to Brazil appeared first on VinePair.

source https://vinepair.com/articles/best-coffee-shops-sao-paolo-guide/

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The Revolutionary Coffee Shops Bringing Craft Beans Back to Brazil

It’s the end of the coffee harvest in the Brazilian state of São Paulo, and a warehouse in the capital is buzzing with life. Jute sacks of green coffee beans are piled up, waiting to be put into cold storage. Buyers have come from around the world, and the roasting machine is still warm from the morning roast.

This is Isso é Café, a coffee shop in downtown São Paulo. Brazil’s long-standing concept of “export-grade coffee,” where the best stuff goes to foreigners, is starting to change in this city. Now, specialty coffee shops owned by the growers themselves, like Isso é Café, are beginning to flourish. There are currently more than 10 such places across São Paulo, in all shapes and sizes.

“You have to look hard to find good coffee in São Paulo, but it’s here and it’s unique,” says Isso é Café founder Felipe Croce, a young coffee farmer with a quiet, revolutionary air.

Croce is the fifth generation of a São Paulo coffee farming family that produced conventional “commodity coffee” for nearly 150 years. Then, in 2001, his mother took over the farm on a mission to go organic. It was right at the beginning of the so-called third-wave coffee movement, which Felipe describes as unwritten ethos in which quality, origin, traceability and fair prices all play an essential part.

Brazil is the largest producer of coffee in the world as well as the largest consumer; Brazilians brewed their way through 21 million bags (weighing 132 pounds each) of coffee in 2018. Forward-thinking farmers here started investing in single-origin and single-variety coffees some 20 years ago, but export was their only market until recently. Specialty coffee consumption in Brazil is still a tiny market – just 5 percent of total coffee consumption, according to the Brazilian Specialty Coffee Association – but the potential is huge, experts agree.

“São Paulo is a very serious food city, it’s got a massive population and it’s got spending power,” Croce says. “The origin is also here, with farms close by. But the specialty coffee doesn’t speak for itself. People are creatures of habit. They choose the coffee that reminds them of their grandma’s house rather than the coffee that challenges them, unless you walk them through it.”

This is why spaces like Isso é Café focus as much on educating consumers as they do on growing and serving coffee. Restaurateurs, baristas, and coffee geeks in general are in and out of Isso é Café for cuppings as well as courses that run from latte art to brewing methods.

Croce and his team are involved in every step on the coffee production process. “We’re farmers, we’re baristas, we’re roasters and we’re also tasters. When we choose what variety to plant, we’re always discussing how it might taste. We want to push forward in terms of what’s possible with coffee,” he says.

That experimental spirit is also palpable at Um Coffee, a small chain of coffee shops with a farm 175 miles northeast of São Paulo. Stefano Um, the patriarch, came to São Paulo from Korea when he was eight years old, and fulfilled a lifelong ambition when he bought a coffee farm in 2009. He ripped out the farm’s old and unproductive coffee trees to plant 200,000 new ones, and now grows 23 different varieties. The company exports its micro-lot coffees to countries across Europe as well as Japan, Korea, and the U.S.

At the Um Coffee location in Bom Retiro, a downtown São Paulo neighborhood with a large Korean community, a barista serves me a cup of the farm’s red catauí variety, measuring out the freshly ground coffee into a Kalita Wave filter. She uses a weighing scale that doubles as a stopwatch to measure the time it takes for the water to filter through into the cup.

Precision is important at Um Coffee, from its approach to roasting (on a floor above the coffee shop) to the tests it’s been running this year at the farm, fermenting coffee cherries to develop different flavors.

“We wanted to bring some innovation to the market and try new ways to do coffee,” Stefano’s son Boram tells me. He and his brother were the driving force behind the coffee shops, having seen firsthand what their export clients were doing. They started with the coffee shop in Bom Retiro in 2016, and within two years had two other branches, a clutch of local magazine awards, and plans to open more coffee shops in the coming months.

“Brazil is unique in having so many different producing regions, and it’s easy in São Paulo to access all these different coffees,” Boram says. Um Coffee also serves varieties grown by other producers from different regions, including from Felipe Croce’s family farm, Fazenda Ambiental Fortaleza. Stefano goes to meet the producers and their farms himself. “This transparency is really important to us,” he says, “knowing each grower’s ethics, and knowing how we roasted and serve it.”

As at Isso é Café, changing consumer perceptions is one of the biggest challenges that the Um family faces, and so they too offer a roster of courses as well as free cuppings each weekend. They talk about “converting” customers from standard-grade Brazilian brew, which Felipe Croce calls “bitter sugar water” (sugar being essential to cut through its burnt tang).

Coffee runs deep in the veins of São Paulo. The wealth that came from the state’s coffee boom in the mid 19th and early 20th centuries brought railways and European architecture, not to mention around 4 million immigrants who came to work on the plantations that stretch for 400 miles into the interior of the state.

The city mansions of the São Paulo coffee barons are mostly gone now, bulldozed to make way for high-rises in the latter part of the twentieth century, but a few still stand. One, a 1930s landmark in the upmarket Jardins neighborhood, was restored to become Zel Café in late 2018. The coffee shop, restaurant, and book store is owned by the charismatic José Lauro Megale and run by his daughter Caroline. The coffee – three varieties and a blend – comes from their farm in the Serra da Mantiqueira mountains, just over the state border in Minas Gerais.

José Lauro sold his family’s logistics business in 2015 for more than $250 million and is investing in transforming the cattle and stud farm he inherited from his father. “My father thought I would have sold the farm before he was cold in his grave, but I bought 300 more horses and planted 100,000 coffee trees,” he says. Last year, Zel Cafe produced 200 bags (26,455 pounds) of coffee, and the new trees he planted aren’t even producing yet.

There’s no one model for the family businesses driving this trend. Octávio Café is a pioneer of the farm-to-cup trend in São Paulo, albeit on a larger and more corporate scale. The owners, the Quércia family, of Italian origin, have coffee farms in the Alta Mogiana region of the state with 7 million coffee trees that supply their five coffee shops (two are in an airport). The personal contact with the grower is lost in their coffee shops, but the traceability and quality is.

“Each business has its own origins and approach to coffee,” Croce says. “It’s part of what makes São Paulo so rich and diverse — and all these approaches are starting to make São Paulo’s coffee scene interesting.”

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