#meudon

[semioticapocalypse]

André Kertész. Meudon. 1928

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[rurik-dmitrienko]

L'homme qui marche, atelier de Rodin, Meudon By Rurik Dmitrienko

[postcard-from-the-past]

Street scene in Meudon-Val-Fleury, southwestern suburbs of Paris

French vintage postcard

[richwall101]

Railway Viaduct - Meudon - Hungary - Built 1938/1840

Photo taken by Andre Kertesz

In Meudon, the dissimilarity between the viaduct, the construction at its base, and the dilapidated rowhouses is as unsettling as the man furtively walking towards the viewer with a large package under his arm. Visually tying it all together is the train steaming overhead into the scene. To capture this fleeting image, Kertész relied on his new Leica, a portable camera that allowed him to act quickly when he encountered marvelous tableaus as he wandered the streets. 

[empiredesimparte]

(Louis, surprised) Is my sister, the Imperial Princess, not attending our meeting? (Charlemagne) No, Your Imperial Highness, she is not part of the order of succession and is therefore not able to participate.

(Henri) My nephew, let's listen to Monsieur de Maupas for the moment (Louis, angry) Explain the situation to us then

(Charlemagne) The armoured car avoided the worst of the situation, Your Imperial Highness. Her Imperial Majesty, the Empress, suffered no physical injury. She undergoes medical tests for safety.

(Henri) And my brother the Emperor? How is he?

(Auguste) A small group of protesters were armed that evening. An investigation into them is underway. They threw several grenades at the car of the imperial couple. The police officers were killed on the spot, as well as the motorbikes accompanying the convoy. A fire started when the vehicles exploded and began to spread…

(Charlemagne, in brief) The Emperor is in a coma at the moment. He saved the Empress from the flames, but the fumes from the explosion asphyxiated him. It has reached his brain. (Auguste) Monsieur Prime Minister! (Charlemagne, ignore) The situation is very worrying, on several levels. The doctors believe that if His Majesty does not wake up in a few hours, then he could... die

(Henri) My God! (Charlemagne) The laws of the Empire require that in this situation, Your Imperial Highness, you act in the name of the Emperor. We must quickly announce something to the French, everyone is waiting for news all over the world (Louis, scared) Wait! Wait for God's sake! Where is my father hospitalized? I must see him!

(Charlemagne) His Majesty is in the Tuileries Palace, in the Imperial Apartments. It was out of the question that His Majesty should be hospitalized in town

(Louis) As long as my father's condition is uncertain, no French or person should know that the Emperor is in a coma. No word or comment on this matter in any media.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Château de Meudon, 21 Germinal An 230

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The imperial prince Louis and the imperial prince Henri are brought together at the château de Meudon by the Prime Minister, Charlemagne de Maupas. They are in the presence of Auguste de Morny, President of the Legislative Body, the chamber of deputies in Parliament of the Empire.

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Le prince impérial Louis, et le prince impérial le duc Henri, sont réunis au château de Meudon par le Premier Ministre, Charlemagne de Maupas. Ils sont en présence d'Auguste de Morny, préfet de police de l'Empire.

Louis, étonné : Ma soeur, la princesse impériale, n'assiste pas à notre réunion ? Charlemagne : Non Votre Altesse Impériale, elle ne fait pas partie de l'ordre de succession et n'est donc pas en mesure de participer.

Henri : Mon neveu, écoutons Monsieur de Maupas pour l'heure Louis, en colère : Expliquez nous la situation dans ce cas

Charlemagne : La voiture blindée a permis d'éviter la pire des situations, Votre Altesse Impériale. Sa Majesté Impériale, l'Impératrice, n'a eu aucune blessure physique. Elle suit des tests médicaux par sûreté.

Henri : Et mon frère l'Empereur ? Comment va-t-il ?

Auguste : Un petit groupe de manifestant était armé ce soir là. Une enquête est en cours à leur propos. Ils ont lancé plusieurs grenades en direction de la voiture du couple impérial. Les policiers ont péri sur le coup, ainsi que les motos qui accompagnent le convoi. Un feu s'est formé avec l'explosion des véhicules et a commencé à se répandre...

Charlemagne, plus bref : L'Empereur est dans le coma pour le moment. Il a sauvé l'Impératrice des flammes, mais les fumées de l'explosion l'ont asphyxié. Cela a atteint son cerveau. Auguste : Monsieur le Premier ministre! Charlemagne, ignore : C'est une situation plus que préoccupante, à plusieurs niveaux. Les médecins estiment que si Sa Majesté ne se réveille pas d'ici quelques heures, alors il pourrait... mourir

Henri : Mon Dieu ! Charlemagne : Les lois de l'Empire veulent qu'en cette situation, Votre Altesse Impériale, vous agissiez désormais au nom de l'Empereur. Nous devons rapidement annoncer quelque chose aux français, tout le monde attend des nouvelles. Louis, effrayé : Attendez ! Attendez bon sang ! Où mon père est-il hospitalisé ? Je dois le voir !

Charlemagne : Sa Majesté est au palais des Tuileries, dans les appartements impériaux. Il était hors de question que Sa Majesté soit hospitalisée en ville

Louis : Tant que l'état de mon père est incertain, aucun Français ou quiconque ne doit savoir que l'Empereur est dans le coma. Aucun mot ou commentaire sur cette affaire dans aucun média.

[frenchouillarde]

Rodin's grave. Meudon 2023.

[walker-diaries]

[borntoloos]

[citybikebear]

Un début de printemps japonais à Meudon pour les 17 777 kms.😀🚴🐻

[meudonvalley]

MEUDx5

C'est Samedi 18 Mars au CAC, pour toute la famille, la conférence qui vulgarise les nouvelles technologies !

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[shaked-adiv]

La magie de l'art contemporain, souvenir avec Nathalie Gaillard #souvenir #press #artcontemporain #beauxartsdeparis #shakedadiv #meudon #journal #article (à Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpMw5VKogsF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[postcard-from-the-past]

A closer view:

Maison mexicaine à Meudon, Hauts-de-Seine.

[spankingwishes2]

Covering for Sophie

After my first year of junior college, I’m checking out universities I might attend at the end of this year - and Sophie is travelling with me.  Some town I’m likely never to return to is the perfect place for fun!  At the same time, Sophie has been telling me that getting a good spanking ‘would be good for my soul’ (our mom spanks her, it seems like all the time!) and when we stay with someone who might be ‘suitable’ (I’ve ruled out Mom and Grandma), I consider getting one.

Mrs. B is, of course, a friend of Mom’s from way back - not someone I know personally, I’d say.  So when we stayed with her I thought she might be a good choice.

“We’ll do what we want, and I’ll get caught, and we’ll both say you had nothing to do with it,” I suggested.  “God knows you’ve been spanked plenty of times when I should have been right there with you.”

“I can do that,” Sophie agreed.  “Plus, it’ll be for something minor, right?”  I have a lot of major misbehaviors that I am hesitant to just toss out there and get punished for.

“Flashing?” I suggested.  Sophie can never resist flashing.  “You can get spanked later, after we’ve done some more.”  We had lots of places we planned to visit before I made a choice - and after a certain amount of ‘misbehavior’, Sophie always wants to be brought back down to earth.

“Okay - what, with pictures?”

“You can keep mine on your phone and then show Mrs. B some of the campus… and ‘accidentally’ scroll too far.  I’ll put yours on the cloud.”

Sophie giggled.  This was a go.

***

“What in the world were you thinking, Lauren?” Mrs. B thundered at me.

“I don’t know… just… fun…” I said, trying to sound contrite, my heart beating a mile a minute.

“Mom would take a hairbrush to her,” Sophie volunteered for me!

“Please don’t tell her…” I whined.

“And why did you take the picture, Sophie?”

“I asked her to,” I claimed - which I suppose was true.  “You know, part of the… fun.”

“Your mom is right - you need a dose of the hairbrush!”

“Please don’t tell her!  I don’t deserve two!” I said bravely, basically asking her to do it.  It was exciting - but scary!

“I guess…” Mrs. B said dubiously.  “Get in here - both of you!” she told us, pointing to the bedroom.  “Sophie, just in case you were thinking this was a good idea… well, just watch.

“And Lauren, get out of that dress!”

A second later her mouth dropped as I threw the dress over my head - I had nothing underneath. 

Whatever hesitation or sympathy she had for me vaporized and I couldn’t believe how fast she moved!  In seconds she had a big heavy hairbrush in hand, chair set, dragging me in and leg-locked over one knee!

“You - young lady - are going to find out - that just because you’re away from home - you cannot do - whatever you please!” she lectured as she walloped my bottom!  She had nothing in mind apart from hard fast swats to the lower part of my bottom, start, to (apparently) finish!

“You will - still - act like - the proper - young lady - your mother raised!”  God, that hairbrush hurt!  And if I didn’t keep my arms straight, she spanked even lower - which was worse!

I think poor Sophie was in tears almost before I was!

“I - won’t tell - your mother - but - I will - see that - you get - every spank you - have coming to you!”

I could tell she was breathing hard but she wasn’t letting up.  She just stopped scolding to focus on spanking - and ‘focus’ she did!

***

That very night Sophie asked if I thought the spanking had done me good.

“Ask me in a week,” I said.  But even at bedtime, lying on my stomach (and my hand (blush)) I thought about the whole idea of being spanked like that by some omniscient ‘watched’ who knew when I’d done wrong!  (No, not Santa Claus… or, not necessarily Santa Claus.)  Do wrong - spanking.  Do wrong when I know it’s wrong - double spanking!  Yikes!

I didn’t have the privacy that night to enjoy myself properly, but I knew that once I was home I’d look back on this with intense excitement - and time, so far, has proven me right!

Sophie and I have dozens of campuses to visit - she may be thinking about grad school - and while I don’t know how often we’ll have someone to stay with - or how often it could go as seamlessly as this time - it could just happen again!  And next time I’ll see that Sophie gets spanked as well!

[postcard-from-the-past]

Railway station of Meudon-Val-Fleury, southwestern suburbs of Paris

French vintage postcard

[fotos-art]

Martine Franck

1938-2012

Meudon Observatory

1991

Signed in ink on recto

Gelatin Silver Print

Image; 10.5" x 15.75", Paper; 16" x 20", Mat; 20" x 24"

[oldfarmhouse]

Meudon Hotel Gardens... thewildwoodmoth.co.uk

THE WILDWOOD MOTH

Places To Visit | Gardens | Travel 10 May Written By Alice Tatham

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