#palais longchamps

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Palais Longchamp - FRANCE

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Marseille, début janvier. Le Palais Longchamp abrite deux musées, dont celui-ci, le Muséum d'Histoire Naturelle. Une panthère noire spectrale, un Goura (Pigeon couronné), un Martin-Pêcheur dans une présentation étrange, sans doute ancienne et un Bison d'Amérique.

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Palais Longchamp, Marseille

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100 years ago:

Marseille

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"Martin Pêcheur" au Muséum d'Histoire Naturelle de Marseille dans le Palais Longchamp, avril 2023.

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📌Palais Longchamp, Marseille, Fr

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Greek Islands, Cyprus, Jordan & France - Full Itinerary

This summer I made one of my life goals come true and travelled for 3 weeks to 5 countries (the 4 I was meant to visit originally + an accidental stopover in Austria) including Greek mainland and island hopping as well as visiting one of the 7 Wonders of the World, Petra in Jordan.

ATHENS - GREECE

Official gov tourism website https://www.visitgreece.gr/mainland/attica/athens/ 

Day 1

Take a 40 min bus from the airport

Temple of Olympian Zeus - Acropolis & Slopes Pass

Hadrian’s Arch - FREE

Theatre of Dionysus - Pass

Ruins of Asklepieion and Stoa of Eumenes - Pass

Odeon of Herodes Atticus - Pass

Acropolis of Athens - Pass

Erechtheoin - Pass

Temple of Athene Nike - Pass

Parthenon - Pass

Acropolis Museum - €15

Coming down the hill Areios Lagos (ancient law court) - FREE

Ancient Agora of Athens  - Pass

Temple of Hephaestus (at the ancient agora) - Pass

Monastiraki Square - FREE

Hadrian’s Library - Pass

Day 2

Plaka - FREE

Zappeion Garden - FREE

Ethnikos Kipos (Athens national garden) - FREE

Kalamaki Beach - FREE

Day 3

The Prison of Socrates - FREE

Church of Saint Demetrios Loumbardiaris - FREE

Pnyx - FREE

Philopappou Hill - FREE

Flight from Athens to Santorini

SANTORINI - GREECE

Day 1

Thera (Fira) day out - 30 min bus (€2)

Three Bells of Fira - FREE

Black sand beach - FREE

Day 2

Day trip to Oia

Day 3

Ancient Fira - £5

Ferry to Heraklion

HERAKLION - GREECE

Day 1

Beach day - FREE

Day 2

Venetian port Heraklion - FREE

Old Town - FREE

Day 3

Knossos Palace - £15

Heraklion Archaeological Museum - Included in the ticket

Day 4

Take the bus to Chania, 2 hours 30 min https://www.allincrete.com/buses-timetables/ around £15

CHANIA - GREECE

Day 1

Old Venetian Port of Chania - FREE

Lighthouse of Chania - FREE

Boat Trip - many depart daily from the port for £25

Day 2

Chania International Airport flight to Paphos

PAPHOS - CYPRUS

Day 1

Take a 25 min taxi to the hotel

Explore Paphos Old Town - FREE

Day 2

- Venus Beach - FREE

Day 3

Archaeological Site of the Tombs of the Kings - £2

Day 4

Archaeological Site of Nea Paphos - £4

Paphos Castle - FREE

Forty Columns Fortress - PAID

Paphos Mosaics - PAID

House of Dionysus - PAID

Villa of Theseus - PAID

House of Orpheus - PAID

Agora - PAID

Lighthouse - FREE

Day 5

Flight to Amman Queen Alia International Airport

AMMAN - JORDAN

Day 1

Take a bus from the airport (departs every 30 min) 

Roman Theatre - JORDAN PASS

Folklore Museum - JORDAN PASS

Amman Citadel: Open Cistern, Palace - JORDAN PASS

King Abdullah I Mosque - FREE

Rainbow Street - FREE

JORDAN PASS (includes visa) https://jordanpass.jo/Contents/Prices.aspx 

Day 2

Take a bus from Amman to Petra 6:30 am takes 3 hours arrival 9:30 am https://www.jett.com.jo/en 

PETRA - JORDAN

Day 2

Petra Tourist Office - FREE

Petra Museum - included in the JORDAN PASS

Siq (the Treasury) trail, then Jabal Haroun trail, then the climb up 900 steps Ad-Dier Monastery Hike - JORDAN PASS

Take a 40 JOD taxi to Wadi Rum Visitor Centre

WADI RUM - JORDAN

Day 2 Continued

Pick up from Wadi Rum Visitor Centre for 5 JOD organised by the camp (let them know arrival time one day prior to the stay)

Check-in at Desert Magic Camp & Resort Ad Disah Road 1, 77110 Wadi Rum, Jordan

Traditional dinner - 13 JOD

Day 3

Jeep tour of the desert (regular 4 hours) - 22 JOD

5 JOD jeep ride back to Wadi Rum Visitor Centre

Take a bus back to Amman

AMMAN - JORDAN

Day 3 Continued

Dinner at Hashem Restaurant

Day 4

Swim in the Dead Sea - Amman Beach - Dead Sea - FREE or ask your hotel for a private driver around 80 JOD for two people with access to a private beach at one of the resorts

The Baptism Site of Jesus Christ https://www.baptismsite.com/operating-hours-a-entrance-fees/ - 12 JOD

Flight to Paphos then flight to France Marseille Provence Airport 

MARSEILLE - FRANCE

Day 1

Chateau d’If via boat - €6 transport not included 

Day 2

Palais Longchamp - FREE

Cathedral La Major - FREE

Basilica of Notre-Dame of la Garde - FREE

Flight from Marseille Provence Airport back to the UK

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Balade au Palais Longchamp à Marseille avec mon papa

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Palais Longchamp, Marseille, 2023

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Marseille, début janvier. Le superbe Palais Longchamp, "temple" construit au XIXe s. pour célébrer l'arrivée de l 'eau à Marseille.

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On est encore en rééducation.

La wwii hier, je pense qu'on aura aussi le 8 juin....

La wwii, ici c'est le camp de sainte Marthe créé en 1915 dans quel arrondissement à l'époque... Puisque Marseille est un agglomérat de multiples villages. Donc le village de sainte Marthe en 1915, aujourd'hui le quartier de sainte Marthe dans le 13014 de Marseille....

Napoléon, je ne sais plus si c'est l'abbaye de st Victor ou notre dame de la major ...

Pour louis xiv et louis xvi, normalement le frère du roi est aussi le comte de Provence... Donc quelle architecture à part le parc Borély et son château....

Le palais du Pharo et le palais longchamp sont de quelle époque, peut être prussienne après 1870...

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In a Midnight Garden

My son Tanguy was born on February, 19th 1803. It had been an easy pregnancy, but my small breasts remained small and did not produce milk, so we had to find a wet nurse for our Bébé Tanguy. Duchâtel was overwhelmed! He was so proud of his son that he carried him around all the time and showed him to everyone. Maman took care of our child. I only had to do one thing - to love my little boy! And that's what I did! I recovered quickly from the birth and was able to devote myself to further pleasant changes in my life. I got a lady's maid! Her name is Camille, she came from Baubigny, a small village near Paris where her parents ran a small dairy. Camille was the wet nurse's cousine. Two kind, honest women who I was happy to have near me. Camille was very bright; she had been apprenticed as a maid to the wife of a prefect and was now able to do many tasks. She could sew, drape my clothes, do my hair, put on the maquillage... She was knowledgeable about personal hygiene and advised me that it was more appropriate for a lady to remove all body hair, which is what she did to me. Camille knew the best boutiques of the Palais Royal and in the Grand Gallerie. Intoxicated by the thought of being able to buy anything my heart desired, I spent Duchâtel's money with both hands! I took Camille to the famous restaurant "Le Grand Véfour", where we treated ourselves to lobster and Champaigne. One day Duchâtel wanted to surprise me with a gift and I was supposed to accompany him in our carriage. I suspected something bad. He hadn't touched me since I was pregnant. I knew he was going to see a woman in the Rue Pélican. However, his lascivious looks couldn't fool me into thinking that he would rather have resumed his marital duties with me. So I asked Camille to accompany us. And Duchâtel agreed. The trip went to the "Hippodrome de Longchamp" at Bois de Boulogne. My horse was waiting for me in the stables there! It was a lovely light brown mare called "Poupette". I jumped for joy and hugged - not my husband - but Camille!!! From then on, every Tuesday and Thursday, I had riding lessons at the Hippodrome, together with other elegant young ladies, whose husbands had enough money to spare for this pleasure!

And my dearest Moira finally came to visit me! She was relieved to see me so happy. "Duchâtel leaves me alone," I said grinning. "He has a whore he goes to regularly. But I still have to be on my guard...he could forget himself and force me to lift my skirts for him..." Moira looked deep into my eyes. " Does he love you?" she then asked me. "No. He loves my ass, but not me! I think he's afraid of me..." Moira laughed. "That's good! Keep him in check, be strict with him...you've learned to control him!" Moira, on the other side, was not happy with her life. She still loved Joseph Bonaparte, even more than ever! He was now the father of two daughters. He was also politically active for his brother, the First Consul. This pushed his love affair with Moira into the background. "I would love to have a child with him," Moira confessed in a longing voice. "...and a small house near Mortefontaine where I could raise our child." She sighed. "Is that too much to ask, Adèle?" I put my arm around her shoulder. "...but no, ma chère! Be confident and don't give up on this dream. I'll help you..." I didn't know how to help Moira have a child with Joseph, but I really wanted to comfort her. And who knew what could happen?!

Moira told me interesting things she'd heard from Joseph. They said the First Consul was cheating on his wife. All of Paris knew! During the Egyptian campaign, General Bonaparte took a mistress. She was the wife of one of his officers, a blonde from Carcassonne. The English had reported this in the newspapers in order to ridicule Bonaparte in front of the whole world. But he didn't seem to care! When he returned from Egypt, he took his next mistress, an Italian opera singer. And then he had the young Mademoiselle George, the actress,...sixteen years old. A sixteen year old girl! That all sounded so awful. Poor Aunt Joséphine! But Moira said that she herself was to blame for her misfortune, as she was the first to cheat on General Bonaparte. Joseph had even seen it with his own eyes... Now Mme. Bonaparte is trying to save her marriage with a child. She absolutely has to become pregnant by the First Consul! "Hopefully she will succeed! Otherwise...she might find it difficult to show any sympathy towards us women with children. I'll visit her soon in La Malmaison, do you think I'll be welcome under these circumstances?" Moira nodded. "Of course! Why should she be jealous of you? Your little son is not the First Consul's child!"

The last days of November were unusually mild. It was hard to imagine that winter was approaching. I was wearing a light lime green dress, when I got out of our carriage that morning in La Malmaison. I also wore a dark green short jacket, a canezou, and a mustard-colored turban with a dark red tassel. It was the colors of autumn, and yet I quickly became too hot in my tight-fitting promenade costume. Aunt Joséphine received me with the greatest warmth. I think she even cried when she held me to her heart. "Ma chère Adèle...our sweet little Maman!" I looked into her face and searched for traces of her unhappiness, but I couldn't find any. Her big brown eyes smiled a little tiredly, but she was pretty and youthful as ever. "Why didn't you bring us your little darling, I would love to see him!" I linked arms with her. "He started teething,...he cries a lot, my little Tanguy!" That was true. "But as soon as he's better you'll bring him here. You have to promise me that!" And Joséphine smiled again. "I'm already a grandmother, but I'm absolutely sure that I'll soon be pregnant with Bonaparte's child. You'll see!" I nodded and let Aunt Joséphine show me her magnificent little Château. It was really beautiful! All these rare flowers and animals made this place seem very exotic. There was a sweet scent of foreign flowers, birds sang in never-before-heard tones, fountains splashed and clocks tingled whole melodies. I had never seen so much silk, chiffon and organza! I walked over carpets as thick as my fingers, crystal glittered everywhere...and flowers flowers flowers! La Malmaison... a dream of flowers! Hortense was playing the harp. When she saw me she stood up and embraced me. I took of my canezou and turban, the air was too sultry. "Well Adèle, where's your old mummy of a husband?" Hortense laughed. Then she whispered to me: "My condolences and by the way: welcome to the club of unhappily married women!" I kissed her on the cheek. "We must be strong, chère cousine!" The First Consul wasn't there, he wasn't supposed to come until tomorrow. Eugène wasn't there either, and I was actually a little glad about that. I was afraid of facing his questions. Why? How? What for? Why not me? I hoped so much that he was no longer in love with me!

Ah, Églée was there! The beautiful wicked Églée. She was happily married to her redhead Michel Ney. "There's an Italian play giving this afternoon and Élisa is playing the main role. You'll laugh your head off when you see her acting, believe me!" Églée raised her black eyebrows. "And you...?" I looked at her questioningly. "And what?" She grinned. "I mean...do you already have a lover?" I looked at Églée with some indignation. "No. What do you think of me...?" She just chuckled. "I think you should be sensible and find yourself a lover as soon as possible. Be a smart girl,...a really smart girl, my sweet! Do it! Find a lover!" I really didn't know what to answer. Finally the embarrassing moment ended when melon in Parma ham was served. I reached for a glass of Champaigne and enjoyed the delicacies. When the play started in the garden, I was already a little drunk. But I noticed very much that General Bonaparte's sister, Élisa, could not act at all. She had a terrible voice and always looked at the audience and not at the actors she was performing with. The Italian actors were just amazing! Such beautiful and talented young men and women, it was a marvelous ensemble! We were all in a very good mood when the play was over. Most of the audience were strangers to me, but we were all chatting eagerly. It was charming and I drank even more Champaigne.

When it got dark, colorful lanterns lit up in the park. A small orchestra played music and finally someone came up with the idea of playing hide and seek! We applauded and rejoiced like children. I ran into the park, without destination, past a pond, under the tall trees...I kept walking. I could hardly see anything, it was so dark. I heard the music in the distance, the air was so mild, it smelled of tree resin and mushrooms. I leaned against the big trunk of an old oak. An owl howled...everything was as if enchanted. I closed my eyes...and felt lips on my neck. Two hands wrapped around my waist, behind me stood someone who held me close to him. I felt his hot lips on my neck again. I was paralyzed, I couldn't move! I just let it happen! His hands lifted my dress, I felt warm strong fingers on my thighs, they ripped at my panthalons. Then I was lifted up, while the man, this strange, impudent, gorgeous man was still kissing my neck with his wet tongue. He nibbled at my earlobe. "Avanti...mia dolce ragazza...facciamo l'amore...subito!" Then he lifted me up with a jerk, the silk of my panthalons ripped. Regardless of that he pressed me against his body. I felt him penetrating me impetuously, and he held me so tight that I could barely breathe. I experienced a feeling of pleasure like I had never experienced before!! I prayed that he would not stop, but at the same time I forbade myself to kiss this man, whose wild tongue was licking my neck. He held me tight as we both reached the peak of our pleasure. My legs were shaking. If he hadn't held me, I would have fallen. Then someone called my name. The man let go of me and disappeared into the bushes. I felt dizzy. I don't remember how I got home that evening. All I remember is that I prayed: "Dear God, don't let it have been a dream!"

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Sat Aug 19

Had breakfast in our apartment, then walked to the nearby tram stop and took it to the old port. Bought tickets for the 4pm ferry to Chateau d’If (none available earlier), and walked to the seafood restaurant recommended by Franck (Chez Roger). Alas it was closed for the month of August. Found another seafood place a few doors down, and had mussels & octopus washed down with house white wine- very nice! Took the tram back up toward the Palais Longchamp to see the Eglise Paroisse, pretty but somewhat plain. Tram back to the port and took the bateau to Chateau d’If. Elena was enthralled by this incredible place, as the Count of Monte Cristo (and its connections to the island prison) is her favorite book. Took lots of pictures and got the last ferry back to the port via Frioul, also very pretty. Had gelato & ice cream at a glacerie at the port before heading back to the apartment. Edward had a nice swim in the hotel piscine, and we had some of the very good Reisling we brought from Alsace.

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