#mercredi happy

[meirimerens]

pls........ can u tell me more about the notkhan in the future. how are they even keeping up with each other. is it a long distance relationship?

hi beastie... ok so while i have a vague timeline-ish for their generally embarrassing relationship i sometimes think that even at that age they're still in some kind of like. embarrassing back and forth for the 5th consecutive year at this point. or maybe like. before khan started having the Itch to travel they had gotten closer -> distant again as he travels -> close again when they get to see each other(?). i don't have a Set timeline for them because. will not lie i think about them way less than i do. well. [desperate look at my wips]

but regardless of having grown distant or not [i also think the whole. arranged marriage might have not been too fun for any of them. and by "them" i include capella. but also i have scene in my mind of notkin standing up during the "speak now or forever hold your peace" part of the ceremony but not to stop the wedding he just needed to tell the newlyweds' parents had they put on their big guy pants this wouldn't have happened so like i'm coping. i'm seeing it i'm coping] i'm thinking now you know how i've written and drawn burakhovsky going_to_each_others_houses.txt .png [realizing now i might not have posted on this blog anything about dankovsky coming back to hang out in burakh's house because the um. but like he has] maintaining the relationship like that. i think they might do that. not in the way/for the reasons burakh and dankovsky do but they do go to each other's place of residence. except it's not two houses they both have Home in the same place, one's just goofin around. khan often comes home with trinkets and books and whatnot for capella [she loves books] so he moight see notkin then... and when he's studying at some universities he makes arrangements for notkin to come visit him (he's in dorms or his own place). shows him around the city. might even introduce him to classmates like this is my friend. notkin :) he looks like he bites it's probably because he does. (does notkin get jealous? maybe. is khan like "you are a steakhead. come give me a hug"? brother you probably know it.)

also i think post-plague ToG is starting to like. get the telegraph put in place. + with the returns of the trains they can actually send letters. so there's that there'd be that.

tldr they go to each other's house (gone shy) (gone having-grown-distant-but-reconnecting-in-times-of-achey-legs-and-arms) (gone khan throws pebbles at notkin's window to try to get him to open so he can come in and they can Talk(tm) and he ends up falling asleep on the couch getting laid upon by Jester) and send each other letters and telegrams. sometimes. until khan stops traveling for a few months. then one day he'll come back home.

[blogfatale]

[bettylatrepadora]

Chaotic evil: you're french and say it's 25 heures

[sgiandubh]

Spy Wednesday. Treason

Sidenote: Still very late with all this, but decided to keep the pace. Perhaps it is better like this, since this is the slightly haphazard result of scattered thoughts throughout the day and as such, a personal experience of it.

Obviously, powerful bystanders are not happy about Jesus entering Jerusalem at all, especially since this peculiar event coincided with the feast of Passover: 'and the chief priests and the scribes sought how they might take him by craft, and put him to death' (Mark, 14:1 - from Palm Sunday's reading). Just try and imagine the bureaucratic kerfuffle, the whispered speculations, the slow burn alarm building up in those circles. Political unrest, with a twist: local consensus was not enough - Rome had to be persuaded to step in, and it was everything but obvious. About all this, later this week: it is, to me at least, perhaps the most mysterious episode of the New Testament.

Judas Iscariot. Tragically instrumental to this plan, we know it. And treason, coupled with dark alley maneuvering, was the only way to make it happen. Treason: not betrayal or treachery, which are either too vaguely moral or too general - what is about to happen is a political assassination disguised as trial, followed by public torture as punishment.

This year's lectionary brings along a second, slightly alternate POV of the Last Supper, as related by Matthew Levi (my favorite), this time. Matthew, the tax collector, is a man acutely aware of the value of money and he is the only one to give us a very precise quotation of the reward Judas received from Caiaphas' middlemen: 'And said unto them, What will ye give me, and I will deliver him unto you? And they covenanted with him for thirty pieces of silver.' (Matthew, 26:15). Again, we have a very telling, albeit approximate, conversion in today's currency. Matthew's Greek text is very vague, in that respect. It speaks about 'silver' (coins), to an audience that immediately understood the value of it. And even if we will never know for sure if those coins were Ptolemaic (Egyptian) or Athenian (Greek) tetradrachms, Tyrian (in today's Lebanon) shekels or Antioch (Greek) staters, we can make a rough evaluation based on their actual weight and purity (isn't it ironic?).

Ready?

In 2024's value (based on the current JP Morgan's quotation of 30 USD/ounce), Judas Iscariot sold Jesus for an something that varies between 97,8 USD (if reward was received in Ptolemaic tetradrachms) to 472,8 USD (if the reward was received in Athenian tetradrachms). The median and geographically more plausible amount being of about 325,5 USD (for Antioch staters) or 380,7 USD (for Tyrian shekels).

I don't know about you, but what sickens me is the complete ludicrousness of this all. Think about what these money could buy in your respective worlds: would you do it?

Rhetorical question, of course. What is at stake, here, is not money. It's Power, in its political, appallingly punitive dimension the Romans called imperium, as opposed to the organic, ethical dimension they called auctoritas (and which we would translate by 'prestige' or 'influence'). With this deal, Judas hopes to save his life, soul be damned. Only to lose both, in complete, endless dishonor.

The day's somber and reflective sounds come from François Couperin's Première leçon de ténèbres pour le Mercredi saint (1714). Couperin was the Sun King's favorite harpsichordist and as such, was commissioned to arrange into music Jeremiah's lamentations, for the Holy Week liturgies of the Longchamp Royal Abbey. In a Baroque universe filled with light and joy and levity, these are the most dejected sounds perhaps ever written:

PS: I will try to catch up tonight. Pinky promise and thank you all for your patience (I never thought you'd like these, but here we are - still, the topic is a very difficult one, don't you think?).

[gascon-en-exil]

Despite my fondness for excessive endnotes to my fanfics - which I'm happy to see many commenters also enjoy - I tend not to get into how my fics reflect me personally. However, as it's still Mercredi des Cendres for a few hours and confession is sort of an element of the day -

I believe that my latest fic may be my personal yet, in the sense that it features a character realizing genderfluidity via sex with his/her male partner. Obviously it's all filtered through who these characters are (neither of them particularly relatable to myself) as well as the 19th century thing I've got going on in my fic series, but it's still essentially present. I say this because I imagine most people reading this story will be into it for the kinky smut, which was indeed fun to write, but for myself I appreciated getting to incorporate that additional personal layer. It's not just two cis queer men dirty talking their way into pseudo-cunnilingus and then pseudo-vaginal sex.

Also there's the question how it will impact things going forward, because I can't be a normal fic author and write a bunch of disconnected pieces. I do have plans...although they're not likely to manifest for quite some time.

[we-only-get-one]

Home sick for a home that’s sick of me

Edit: something I did for myself today was have a meal

I’ve had trouble keeping up with actually trying things I’ve said I’ll try. The curse of "what’s the point" + ADHD. I’ve been sad and depressed for so long that it’s hard to see a life that doesn’t encompass this. Like it’s not something I had and can remember and want to get back to, ya know? It’s also not healthy to chase past feelings anyways, which is slightly different, but I do find myself reminiscing about the 6 months in 2019 that I experienced true and utter happiness for longer than a couple of days.

Depression just feels all consuming and is very good at lying to my brain about what we can and can’t do. I think it doesn’t help that I feel very homesick right now and to make it worse my home is not very desireable for someone like me.

I objectively have a better, safer life where I’m currently at, but there is something in me that misses my mountains, my foothills, my redneck neighbors, my ghost stories, my grandma’s home remedies, my grandpa’s stories, the smell even of the nature there. It’s hard to put exactly into words, but I feel my body fits in like a puzzle piece there. I fear I won’t be able to return for many years to come and I’m additionally grieving that aspect. I kind of had hopes of returning one day to a little cabin in the mountains on my own homestead, but idk.

Anyways, spotify handed my ass to me today with the daily playlist it pulled together for me. the name of the playlist is par temps de pluie art pop du mercredi soir— essentially rainy Wednesday music for a sad lad. Well played spotify.

[thebestofoneshots]

Salut je sais que tu parles un peu français et je voulais savoir quand tu sortais ton chapitre 34 GC car sur ta masterlist tu à annoncer le 14 février 2024 mais y'a pas le chapitre sur ton compte alors que c'est mon rendez vous du mercredi 😭

Sinon j'adore ton histoire continue à me faire espérer à chaque chapitre (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

(ps : je l'ai conseille à une amie j'ai hâte quelle commence à le lire ^^)

Salut! Aaaaa, c'est ma première ask en français, je suis en mode fan-girl. D'accord, oui, je sortais chaptire 34, en fait, dans quelques minutes. Je suis un peu en retard car je voyage la semaine prochaine et je devais terminer une tonne de choses liées à l'école avant d'être prête. C'est tellement mignon que GC soit ton rendez-vous du mercredi ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ⁩

Je continuerai à te faire espérer pour plus de semaines, je te le promets, et OMG je suis excitée que ton amie le lise aussi !!

Joyeuse Saint-Valentin à tous ♡

English:

Aaaaa, this is my first French ask, I'm fangirling a little bit. Okay, yes, I am releasing it, actually, in a few minutes, I'm a bit behind because I'm travelling next week and I had to finish a bunch of stuff school-related before being ready. It's so cute that GC is your Wednesday appointment ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ⁩

I'll continue making you hope for more weeks, I promise, and OMG I'm excited about your friend reading too!!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone ♡

Read Gilded Constellations

[alder-saan]

the Path of Poisons. 11

Oleander

Larissa x gn! oc

the path of poisons masterlist: <- previous chapter [...] next chapter ->

TW: poisoning, Larissa's low self-esteem (if you squint towards the end)

words count: 2.2k

"Miss Addams, can you stay until the end of class, please?" asked Rei as the students began to pack up their things.

Nearly a week had passed since she had been poisoned, and she had recovered quite incredibly quickly. So Rei wanted to ask her a few questions.

"I'll be waiting for you in the courtyard, hurry up, we don't want to miss the bus" warned Enid.

Mercredi nodded and watched as the blonde hopped out of the greenhouse. The door slammed shut and the girl turned back to her teacher.

"You wanted to see me?"

Rei walked around his desk and leaned against it, arms folded.

"Yes, about your recovery. I'm rather impressed. I must say that cyanide is not a weak poison…"

Mercredi smiled slightly.

" Habituation. I spent my childhood drinking poison to get used to the effects. I guess it helped."

"Are you interested in poisons, Miss Addams?"

"Yes. Avareïda Hydrurga has always been one of my idols. Even more so now that she's tried to kill me."

Rei let out an amused chuckle.

"Well, I don't have anything more to ask you, I won't keep you any longer."

They moved forward and put their hand on her shoulder to escort her to the door. But no sooner had he touched her than Mercredi's head snapped back and her eyes opened wide. She remained like that for two seconds before returning to her normal state. The brunette was panting and her eyes were still wide open.

"Are you all right, Wednesday?

The young girl looked up at Rei.

"You're Avareïda Hydrurga."

They opened their mouth as if to say something but closed it again. What was the point of denying when Wednesday had had a vision?

"Yes."

"You tried to kill me."

"I was in class, there are about thirty witnesses."

"I know my idol's wikipedia page by heart. Avareïda Hydrurga is a siren who, if she can't transform, possesses a power of control powerful enough to alter memory. Your alibi doesn't work, you could have altered the memory of the whole class. I'm going to tell Weems. Especially as I've seen you have very good reason to be angry with her."

"I think Enid is waiting for you. You wouldn't want to disappoint her, would you? Besides, who knows what might happen to her if you're not with her?"

"You wouldn't dare."

With that, Mercredi turned on his heels and left the greenhouse.

They had spent the afternoon in their house working on their book while Iel knew Larissa was resting, and the students were doing their assigned tasks. They tried not to think too much about what Wednesday had seen and known. They knew very well that time was running out. He would have to tell Larissa who they were as soon as possible. When he stopped, it was 4pm. The Harvest Festival hadn't started yet. Rei went to get ready. Larissa and them had the evening off. Which meant that they would be able to spend it together. Rai was both happy and stressed. It had to be said that this meant that some students would be there too. They weren't entirely sure they wanted their relationship to be public. Secrecy was a good thing too… They finished drawing their liner in front of the large bathroom mirror and made a face in the mirror. Underneath the red colour, the roots were starting to turn black again, and they wondered if it needed to be redone. They loved their red hair now, but black also suited them very well.

They wondered what was the best outfit for a festival like this. Perhaps it was better to be comfortable in his clothes, so they put on a red oversized shirt.

They arrived two minutes late for the appointment set by Larissa, who was early as usual. She was sitting at a table between a sweets stand and a shooting gallery. It was already getting dark, and the days were slowly getting shorter. Iel smiled when he saw her, dressed as usual in her elaborate clothes, probably tailor-made, which were not at all suitable for a funfair, but which were part of Larissa Weems' charm. They crossed off a few of the attractions they had thought of.

"Good evening, dearest," they began, a smile on their lips.

"You here?" she replied, laughing.

"So, have you got any ideas of what you'd like to do?"

The principal swept her eyes over the attractions. She wasn't sure. To tell the truth, this wasn't her environment, nor was it her favourite type of date. But a bit of a change couldn't hurt, could it?

"Well… I don't know, I usually just watch, this is the first time I've been there so I'm not watching, and…"

"You've never been to a funfair before?"

"…no."

"Okay, so we start with… Oh, I know. I'd love to see you struggle in the Mirror Maze!"

Iel took her by the hand and led her towards the attraction without giving her time to think about what 'mirror maze' might mean. The installation looked shoddy, with spray paint disappearing in places, and Larissa wondered if this was her kind of outing, amusement parks. But Rei couldn't care less, and after paying for two tickets, they led her through the maze.

"Put your hands in front and don't go too fast."

"What is this? Is it dangerous?"

She squinted, looking suspicious. She didn't want to be dragged into something where she could hurt herself or ruin her clothes.

"No, but there's glass everywhere. It's a maze of glass. If you don't want to hit yourself, you have to hold your hands out in front."

And as they entered the first corridor, they noticed Wednesday, out of the corner of his eye, watching them from a distance. Obviously, they wouldn't have any peace.

"Are you coming, Rai?"

"Coming."

They followed Larissa through the maze. Iel left her in front, just for the pleasure of seeing her make a mistake, having to turn around and look for the other exits. She was concentrating hard.

"Say, Riss'…"

"Yes?"

She continued walking down the corridor, following the wall with her hands. Rei liked the way the light filtering through the glass caressed her face as she turned towards them.

"Do you remember what I wanted to tell you last time? I told you I'd tell you after the hospital."

"Yes, I didn't insist, but I thought you wanted to tell me that you were willing to take things up again with me."

Reaching a dead end, Larissa turned around. She smiled gently at Rei. Rei's heart soared to see her smile at him, to see her eyes on them.

"No, it's not that. I'll tell you at the end of our evening, is that all right?"

"Don't push it, you know? I can wait. Tell me when you're ready."

They nodded. Larissa was nice, but they were too afraid she'd find out otherwise, through Wednesday's fault to be precise.

"Come on, let's get out of this maze," the principal said.

She took her hand and intertwined her fingers. Larissa's hand was warm, which was reassuring. She wasn't wearing her usual gloves. Rei wondered how she would react. They were afraid of losing her. Especially for something as stupid as her name and her lie. And soon they were out of the maze. In the meantime, the headmistress, very busy going through the maze, had let go of her hand. Besides, she preferred to be discreet about her relationships.

No sooner had they stepped outside than Wednesday and Enid came to see them.

"Principal Weems, I need to talk to you."

She had planted her eyes in Larissa's and was staring at her very seriously. The headmistress was a little annoyed. Tonight was supposed to be a night off for her, and if Wednesday started acting up, that flowed 0 rest.

"Miss Addams, tonight I'm not working, can it wait until tomorrow?"

"It's urgent."

She sighed. Of course, everything was always urgent with Wednesday. She always conducted her investigations in her own way and didn't care about other people or what they thought or did.

"Well go and see Mrs Kedlan, she's in charge tonight."

"You're the one I need to talk to."

"Then tomorrow. If it's that urgent, go and see Mrs Kedlan. Otherwise, tomorrow."

Wednesday frowned. Rei couldn't help but let out a relieved smile.

"By the way, you make a very handsome couple," Enid commented.

Larissa's cheeks flushed red, and fortunately the fading light cast rosy rays everywhere, so her blushes blended into the sunset.

"We're not a couple, Miss Sinclair. We are friends.

"But you're both going to the funfair."

"Well, you do go to the funfair together with your friend Mercredi."

"That's just it, we're not friends."

Rei grabbed Larissa's arm.

"Well then you two have your couple's night and leave Larissa alone. She needs her rest."

They pulled her a little further away. He wasn't happy about the whole situation. And Wednesday watching them from afar…

"Are you all right, Rei?"

"Yes, it's just… It's just that I wanted us to have a quiet evening, just the two of us."

Larissa laughed softly and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go somewhere else, then…"

And as her eyes scanned the place, they stopped at a stall where multiple stuffed animals were piled up. One of them caught her eye. It was a little white wolf who looked very soft and cuddly. Rei followed her gaze.

"You want me to win you a plushie at the shooting range, is that it?"

"Would you know how to do that?"

"Of course!"

And they set off in the direction of the shooting range. Larissa followed him, smiling. Carnivals weren't her thing, but she enjoyed spending time with Rei, and it had to be said that the atmosphere was pleasant. She didn't even listen to Rei talking to the man at the stall, she just watched him and that was enough for her. They took one of the small rifles and aimed at one of the balloons floating in their little lockers.

Iel was concentrating, and one of his strands of hair fell back in front of his face, but he didn't seem to notice. That's when Larissa saw Rei's black roots. She'd never paid much attention to them before, but it felt strange. Of course, she knew that her red hair couldn't be natural, but she couldn't imagine her with black hair.

Rei fired, bursting two balloons in a single shot. Larissa applauded with a smile.

"Well done!"

"Don't rejoice too quickly, I've still got a few to pop before I can win your plushie."

"I trust you, you'll succeed," she said, leaning against the edge of the stand.

"Is this your way of putting pressure on me, Principal Weems?" replied Rei, re-cocking the rifle.

"Not in the least, Mx Asphodelus."

They laughed and fired. Only one balloon burst this time. And then they continued to pop the balloons one by one, sometimes two by two, until they had made enough to take the cuddly toy home. Rei smiled as Larissa hugged the stuffed white wolf. She kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, Rei!"

"You're welcome," they murmured, blushing.

"Aren't you hungry? We could buy something to eat!"

They nodded and walked with her towards a food stall. The sky was now pitch black. The sun had been down for a while, and the place was lit up with coloured garlands that cast a dull glow over the stalls. But despite the poor lighting, Larissa was delighted. Who would have thought that she could have had so much fun in a place like this, after her 40th birthday?

"I suggest we go on the Ferris wheel afterwards," said Rei.

"Yes! Good idea! In the meantime, pick something, it's on me. Thanks for the plushie. And no arguments," she added, seeing that they were about to protest.

"Right, well then…"

They glanced at what was on offer.

"We could eat waffles! Not very healthy but who cares!"

"Yes, I fancy some waffles!"

She ordered a caramel waffle for herself, and one with chestnut cream for Rei. The waffles were still very hot when they were given to them, so they decided to walk around a bit before eating, and to sit down at a quiet table, away from the crowd. There was less noise, fewer people. But just as they thought they were finally alone, Wednesday arrived, still with Enid.

"Don't eat that, Mrs Weems!"

Rei frowned and took the waffle from Larissa's hands.

"You're going to accuse me of poisoning her, aren't you? Well, I can assure you it's not poisoned."

They bit into the waffle. Mercredi's eyes widened. She hadn't seen him coming. She didn't quite understand. Was it a bluff? Had she made a mistake? Or was it a tactic to discredit her? However, it was Rei who looked totally astonished, then frightened. They spat out the mouthful they had taken.

"Shit."

"Rei? What's going on?"

"I know the taste of oleander like no other. Someone tried to poison you."

"Oleander? You swallowed some?"

Larissa's heart raced. She didn't know much about botany, but she knew that oleander was highly toxic, and that very little was enough to kill someone.

"Unfortunately, yes. I need belladonna. Right away."

"What? Why?"

"Atropine is the antidote to oleandrin."

They bit into their waffle. They had to check something.

"REI WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Checking. You were targeted, my waffle is fine."

"Stop that right now. On Wednesday, go and get some belladonna!"

The student didn't even dare protest and hid in the surrounding woods. Larissa took out her phone to call the emergency services. She was trembling. Someone had tried to poison her again, and it was Rei who was paying the price. It was her fault again, she was dragging people down with her…

She had just hung up when Wednesday returned. Rei was still conscious, but was slowly starting to give in.

Half reluctantly, the student handed the black berries to Rei, who bit into one.

"That should do it… Now, I'm going to lie down and… and…"

They didn't have time to finish their sentence before they fainted. Larissa supported him so that he didn't fall, and gently guided his body to the ground where he lay down. A lock of hair was on his face, and Larissa gently moved it behind his ear. There, she felt something. Like a small relief.

Strange…

She shifted Rei's head to reveal a small L-shaped scar behind her ear.

She gulped.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Larissa pushed Avareïda violently.

Rei fell backwards and hit her head on one of the tables in the big greenhouse.

Black hair. Black eyes. Scar. Botany. Poisons. Lies. What if Rai… What if Rai was Avareïda? What if that was the one thing Larissa didn't know that prevented Rei from calling herself official? That was why they could be sure she wasn't Avareïda.

But more importantly.

If Rai was Avareïda.

Then they still wanted her…

"Mrs. Weems, what I wanted to tell you was that…"

"This is not the time, Miss Addams. Leave me alone, please."

She couldn't believe it. And yet, it all made sense…

[atimburtonfan]

I am so happy that they decided to make a physical version of Wednesday as I want to add this to my collection of Tim Burton films. For those who aren't aware yet, you can finally buy a physical copy of this awesome show.

P.s I am not French but Dutch, every Dutch copy of a film includes the French title and subtitles as well because this version is also sold in Belgium, the two-language nation. In case anyone was wondering about Mercredi.

[jojobegood1]

Where Love Gathers | Happy Thanksgiving

💕💐🌞 RADIEUX MERCREDI GLACIAL 💕

[everywherenyc]

#MerryWednesday - Happy Hump Day!

#wednesdaythought #wednesdaymorning

#sreda #Woensdag #środa #Mercredi

#miércoles  #wednesdayfeeling #wedn4sdayvibe #happyhumpday

[leblogdemarinaetjm]

MARDI 11 FEVRIER 2025 (Billet 2 / 4)

Sophie (Rob.) nous a adressé ce mail qu’elle nous a autorisés à partager sur le Blog. Nous sommes persuadés qu’il intéressera beaucoup de lecteurs(trices)/abonnés(ées).

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Chère Marina, cher Jean-Marie,

J'ai honte de ne pas m'être manifestée depuis si longtemps... et pourtant j'ai toujours autant de plaisir à lire le Blog. (1000 mercis chère Sophie – NDLR du Blog)

Pour une fois, j'ai quelque chose d'intéressant à vous raconter : je suis allée cette semaine avec Aurélie voir l'exposition « Dolce & Gabbana » au Grand Palais et nous avons été emballées. Pourtant les conditions de la visite sont loin d'être idéales : même si le Grand Palais a été entièrement refait, les salles d'exposition sont trop petites et il y avait un monde fou ! Ce n'est pas comme à Rétro Mobile, les gens ne vous laissent pas la place pour regarder... Malgré ce bémol, ce que l'on voit est époustouflant.

Tout d'abord le décor de chaque salle en lui-même se référant à la collection de vêtements qui y est exposée. Et puis la variété d'univers allant de sobres robes noires (inspiration sicilienne) aux inimaginables vêtements couverts de strass, de dorures, de tapisseries, de moulages, tous plus clinquants et kitsch les uns que les autres (inspirés par l'histoire italienne, le cinéma, l'opéra...). Ce qui m'a particulièrement plu (et qui faisait partie des choses les plus "raisonnables"), ce sont des jupes très amples peintes à la main avec des motifs inspirés de la Sicile. 

Je pense que c'est exceptionnel car ces vêtements ne sont jamais montrés au grand public, les défilés étant réservés aux « very rich happy fews »..

Bien sûr, vous pouvez faire part aux blogueurs de mon enthousiasme pour cette expo !

Je vous embrasse.

Sophie (Rob.)

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Si vous voulez en savoir plus, lisez aussi le petit texte ci-dessous et ne manquez pas la vidéo ci-dessus.

« DU CŒUR A LA MAIN : DOLCE&GABBANA »

Du 10 janvier 2025 Au 31 mars 2025

Réunissant pour la première fois les créations uniques de la maison de mode de luxe, « Du Cœur à la Main : Dolce&Gabbana » est une lettre d’amour ouverte à la culture italienne, source d’inspiration constante de Domenico Dolce et Stefano Gabbana. L’exposition retrace l’itinéraire esthétique de leurs créations, d’abord portées dans leur cœur, puis exécutées à la main dans leurs ateliers.

Les modèles exposés, des pièces uniques réalisées par des artisans italiens dotés de savoir-faire incomparables, mettent en évidence les différents éléments de la culture italienne qui nourrissent les créations de Dolce&Gabbana. L’exposition, selon un parcours thématique, reflète la richesse de leurs inspirations puisées dans l’histoire de l’art italien, l’architecture, l’artisanat, les cultures régionales, la musique, l’opéra, le ballet, le cinéma, les traditions folkloriques, le théâtre et bien sûr… « la dolce vita » !

(Source : La plaquette de l’Exposition)

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Adresse : Le Grand Palais 7 avenue Winston Churchill, 75008 Paris

Horaires : du lundi au mercredi, de 10h à 19h30

Du jeudi au vendredi, de 9h à 22h

Du samedi au dimanche, de 9h à 19h30

(Attention, le Grand Palais sera exceptionnellement fermé les 10 et 11 février)

Tarifs : 22 ou 24€ (selon les jours)

Métro : lignes 1, 9, 13 / Stations : Franklin D. Roosevelt, Champs-Elysées - Clemenceau RER : ligne C / Station : Invalides Bus : lignes 28, 42, 52, 63, 72, 73, 80, 83, 93

[tarsiciopafnucio]

Buenos Días.

Bendecido Miércoles

Y ¡Feliz Año Nuevo!

/Good Morning.

Blessed Wednesday

And Happy New Year!

/Bonjour.

Mercredi Béni

Et Bonne Année !

/Guten Morgen.

Gesegneter Mittwoch

Und ein Frohes Neues Jahr!

[clinmedste-do]

Congé des fêtes

En raison de la période des fêtes, soit du 24 décembre 2024 au 3 janvier 2025 inclusivement, veuillez prendre note qu'uniquement notre service de consultation médicale sans rendez-vous sera en fonction. Ainsi, durant cette période, le service de secrétariat sera fermé et aucun appel ou message ne seront pris.

L'horaire pour notre service de consultation sans rendez-vous sera le suivant :

Le mardi 24 décembre de 8h00 à 21h00;

Le mercredi 25 décembre de 8h00 à 16h00;

Du jeudi 26 au vendredi 27 décembre de 8h00 à 21h00;

Du samedi 28 au dimanche 29 décembre de 8h00 à 16h00;

Du lundi au mardi 30 au mardi 31 décembre de 8h00 à 21h00.

Le mercredi 1er janvier de 8h00 à 16h00;

Du jeudi 2 au vendredi 3 janvier de 8h00 à 21h00.

Nous vous rappelons qu'il est possible en tout temps de réserver une plage de disponibilité pour une consultation médicale par le biais du site web Rendez-vous Santé Québec ou obtenir des conseils auprès d’Info-Santé 811.

Merci et Joyeuses fêtes!

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Due to the holiday season, from December 24th, 2024 to January 3rd, 2025 inclusively, please note that only our walk-in service will be in operation. Therefore, during this period, the administrative service will be closed and no call or message will be taken.

The schedule for our walk-in clinic will be as follows:

Tuesday, December 24 from 8:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.;

Wednesday, December 25 from 8:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.;

Thursday, December 26 to Friday, December 27 from 8:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.;

Saturday, December 28 to Sunday, December 29 from 8:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.;

Monday to Tuesday, December 30 to Tuesday, December 31 from 8:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.

Wednesday, January 1 from 8:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.;

Thursday, January 2 to Friday, January 3 from 8:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.

We remind you that it is possible at any time to book a medical consultation through the website Quebec Medical Appointment Scheduler or get advice from Info-Santé 811.

Thank you and Happy Holidays!

[lestudio1-bernardbujold]

LE PÈRE NOËL EST PRÊT -

Nous sommes au dernier weekend avant la fête de Noël de mercredi 25 décembre 2024.

Les Lutins accompagnés des trois « Spirits » ont voulu aller magasiner pour offrir un cadeau à leur hôte, mais il semble que le Père Noël ait communiqué avec les lutins pour leur dire qu’il avait déjà le cadeau recherché.

On verra la surprise le soir du 24 décembre lors de la visite de Santa.

À suivre...

Bon magasinage et bon weekend!

SANTA IS READY -

It's the last weekend before Christmas on Wednesday, December 25, 2024.

The elves, accompanied by the three Spirits, wanted to go shopping for a present for their host, but it seems that Santa has contacted the elves to tell them that he already has the gift they're looking for.

We'll see the surprise when Santa visits on the evening of December 24.

To be continued...

Happy shopping and have a good weekend!

https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?vanity=bernard.bujold&set=a.10170115131845541

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Quinté du Mercredi 21 Août 2024

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