#paris mansards

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France

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PF4-060-28A by David Swift Via Flickr: Architecture of Paris France-35mm Nikon FM2,CineStill 400D.

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Ce vieux faubourg, peuplé comme une fourmilière, laborieux, courageux et colère comme une ruche, frémissait dans l’attente et dans le désir d’une commotion. Tout s’y agitait sans que le travail fût pour cela interrompu. Rien ne saurait donner l’idée de cette physionomie vive et sombre. Il y a dans ce faubourg de poignantes détresses cachées sous le toit des mansardes ; il y a là aussi des intelligences ardentes et rares. C’est surtout en fait de détresse et d’intelligence qu’il est dangereux que les extrêmes se touchent. Le faubourg Saint-Antoine avait encore d’autres causes de tressaillement ; car il reçoit le contre-coup des crises commerciales, des faillites, des grèves, des chômages, inhérents aux grands ébranlements politiques. En temps de révolution la misère est à la fois cause et effet. Le coup qu’elle frappe lui revient. Cette population, pleine de vertu fière, capable au plus haut point de calorique latent, toujours prête aux prises d’armes, prompte aux explosions, irritée, profonde, minée, semblait n’attendre que la chute d’une flammèche. Toutes les fois que de certaines étincelles flottent sur l’horizon, chassées par le vent des événements, on ne peut s’empêcher de songer au faubourg Saint-Antoine et au redoutable hasard qui a placé aux portes de Paris cette poudrière de souffrances et d’idées. Les cabarets du faubourg Antoine, qui se sont plus d’une fois dessinés dans l’esquisse qu’on vient de lire, ont une notoriété historique. En temps de troubles on s’y enivre de paroles plus que de vin. Une sorte d’esprit prophétique et un effluve d’avenir y circule, enflant les cœurs et grandissant les âmes. Les cabarets du faubourg Antoine ressemblent à ces tavernes du Mont Aventin bâties sur l’antre de la sibylle et communiquant avec les profonds souffles sacrés ; tavernes dont les tables étaient presque des trépieds, et où l’on buvait ce qu’Ennius appelle le vin sibyllin. Le faubourg Saint-Antoine est un réservoir de peuple. L’ébranlement révolutionnaire y fait des fissures par où coule la souveraineté populaire. Cette souveraineté peut mal faire, elle se trompe comme toute autre ; mais, même fourvoyée, elle reste grande. On peut dire d’elle comme du cyclope aveugle, Ingens. En 93, selon que l’idée qui flottait était bonne ou mauvaise, selon que c’était le jour du fanatisme ou de l’enthousiasme, il partait du faubourg Saint-Antoine tantôt des légions sauvages, tantôt des bandes héroïques. Sauvages. Expliquons-nous sur ce mot. Ces hommes hérissés qui, dans les jours génésiaques du chaos révolutionnaire, déguenillés, hurlants, farouches, le casse-tête levé, la pique haute, se ruaient sur le vieux Paris bouleversé, que voulaient-ils ? Ils voulaient la fin des oppressions, la fin des tyrannies, la fin du glaive, le travail pour l’homme, l’instruction pour l’enfant, la douceur sociale pour la femme, la liberté, l’égalité, la fraternité, le pain pour tous, l’idée pour tous, l’édénisation du monde, le progrès ; et cette chose sainte, bonne et douce, le progrès, poussés à bout, hors d’eux-mêmes, ils la réclamaient terribles, demi-nus, la massue au poing, le rugissement à la bouche. C’étaient les sauvages, oui ; mais les sauvages de la civilisation. Ils proclamaient avec furie le droit ; ils voulaient, fût-ce par le tremblement et l’épouvante, forcer le genre humain au paradis. Ils semblaient des barbares et ils étaient des sauveurs. Ils réclamaient la lumière avec le masque de la nuit. En regard de ces hommes, farouches, nous en convenons, et effrayants, mais farouches et effrayants pour le bien, il y a d’autres hommes, souriants, brodés, dorés, enrubannés, constellés, en bas de soie, en plumes blanches, en gants jaunes, en souliers vernis, qui, accoudés à une table de velours au coin d’une cheminée de marbre, insistent doucement pour le maintien et la conservation du passé, du moyen âge, du droit divin, du fanatisme, de l’ignorance, de l’esclavage, de la peine de mort, de la guerre, glorifiant à demi-voix et avec politesse le sabre, le bûcher et l’échafaud. Quant à nous, si nous étions forcé à l’option entre les barbares de la civilisation et les civilisés de la barbarie, nous choisirions les barbares. Mais, grâce au ciel, un autre choix est possible. Aucune chute à pic n’est nécessaire, pas plus en avant qu’en arrière. Ni despotisme, ni terrorisme. Nous voulons le progrès en pente douce. Dieu y pourvoit. L’adoucissement des pentes, c’est là toute la politique de Dieu.

Victor HUGO, Les Misérables,  Tome IV, Livre 1, chapitre 5

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Paris, France H.Min, Contax T2 + Agfa Vista Plus 200

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Octobre MMXXIV

Films

Quartet (2012) de Dustin Hoffman avec Maggie Smith, Tom Courtenay, Billy Connolly, Pauline Collins, Sheridan Smith, Michael Gambon, Andrew Sachs et Gwyneth Jones

Bob le flambeur (1956) de Jean-Pierre Melville avec Roger Duchesne, Isabelle Corey, Daniel Cauchy, Guy Decomble, Simone Paris, André Garret, Claude Cerval et Colette Fleury

Indian Palace (The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel) (2011) de John Madden avec Judi Dench, Bill Nighy, Tom Wilkinson, Maggie Smith, Celia Imrie, Dev Patel, Ronald Pickup et Penelope Wilton

Grosse Fatigue (1994) de et avec Michel Blanc et aussi Carole Bouquet, Philippe Noiret, Josiane Balasko, Marie-Anne Chazel, Christian Clavier, Guillaume Durand, Charlotte Gainsbourg, David Hallyday, Estelle Lefébure et Gérard Jugnot

L'Air de rien (2012) de Grégory Magne et Stéphane Viard avec Grégory Montel, Fred Scotlande, Céline Milliat-Baumgartner, Michel Delpech, Martine Schambacher, Miossec, Jérôme Huguet, Benoît Belleville et Pauline Moulène

Code Mercury (Mercury Rising) (1998) de Harold Becker avec Bruce Willis, Miko Hughes, Alec Baldwin, Chi McBride, John Carroll Lynch, John Doman, Peter Stormare et Kim Dickens

Le Privé (The Long Goodbye) (1973) de Robert Altman avec Elliott Gould, Nina van Pallandt, Sterling Hayden, Mark Rydell, Henry Gibson, David Arkin, David Carradine et Arnold Schwarzenegger

Mon oncle Benjamin (1969) d'Édouard Molinaro avec Jacques Brel, Claude Jade, Bernard Alane, Paul Frankeur, Rosy Varte, Lyne Chardonnet, Robert Dalban, Bernard Blier et Armand Mestral

Le Tueur triste (1984) de Nicolas Gessner avec Guy Marchand, Edwige Feuillère, Michel Creton, Béatrice Agenin, Franck Olivier Bonnet, Jean Louis Richard, Jacques François, Amélie Gonin et Marcelle Barreau

Indian Palace : Suite royale (The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel) (2015) de John Madde avec Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Bill Nighy, Dev Patel, Celia Imrie, Ronald Pickup, Diana Hardcastle, Richard Gere et Tina Desai

Gremlins 2 : La Nouvelle Génération (Gremlins 2: The New Batch) (1990) de Joe Dante avec Zach Galligan, Phoebe Cates, John Glover, Robert Prosky, Robert Picardo, Christopher Lee, Haviland Morris, Dick Miller, Jackie Joseph et Kathleen Freeman

L’Été meurtrier (1983) de Jean Becker avec Isabelle Adjani, Alain Souchon, Suzanne Flon, Jenny Clève, Maria Machado, Évelyne Didi, Jean Gaven, François Cluzet, Michel Galabru et Roger Carel

Baisers volés (1968) de François Truffaut avec Jean-Pierre Léaud, Claude Jade, Delphine Seyrig, Michael Lonsdale, Harry-Max, André Falcon, Daniel Ceccaldi, Claire Duhamel et Catherine Lutz

Key Largo (1948) de John Huston avec Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Edward G. Robinson, Claire Trevor, Lionel Barrymore, Thomas Gomez, Harry Lewis et John Rodney

Soleil rouge (1971) de Terence Young avec Charles Bronson, Ursula Andress, Toshirō Mifune, Alain Delon, Capucine, Bart Barry et Lee Burton

Le Chien des Baskerville (The Hound of the Baskervilles) (1958) de Terence Fisher avec Peter Cushing, André Morell, Christopher Lee, Marla Landi, David Oxley, Francis De Wolff, Miles Malleson et Ewen Solon

L'Arnaque (The Sting) (1973) de George Roy Hill avec Paul Newman, Robert Redford, Robert Shaw, Charles Durning, Ray Walston, Eileen Brennan, Harold Gould, John Heffernan, Dana Elcar et Dimitra Arliss

Au service de Sara (Serving Sara) (2002) de Reginald Hudlin avec Matthew Perry, Elizabeth Hurley, Vincent Pastore, Bruce Campbell, Cedric the Entertainer, Amy Adams et Terry Crews

Tirez sur le pianiste (1960) de François Truffaut avec Charles Aznavour, Marie Dubois, Nicole Berger, Michèle Mercier, Serge Davri, Claude Mansard et Richard Kanayan

Séries

L'été rouge

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 5

Castle Saison 8

M. et Mme Castle - Meurtre a cappella - Témoin-clé - L'Espion qui venait du froid - Huis clos - Le Rêve américain - Escapade à L.A. - Le ver est dans le fruit - Le Cœur ou la Raison - Votre mort est un ordre - Trahisons - L'immortel - Beaucoup de bruit pour un meurtre - La Fin du monde - Tirs croisés

Psych Saison 1, 2, 3

Voyances et Manigances - T-R-I-C-H-E-U-R - Qu'il parle maintenant ou se taise à jamais - Esprit, es-tu là ? - 9 vies - Champ de bataille - La Maison hantée - Shawn chez les super-héros - Souvenirs, souvenirs - La Guerre de l'étoile - Coup de soleil - Avis de meurtre - Jeu, Set et Meurtre - Poker menteur - Esprits féminin - Les Nouvelles Stars - 65 Millions d'années plus tôt - Un médium de trop - Trop facile pour être possible - Petit… mais costaud - Un plat qui se mange froid - Les Petits Génies - Recherche nounous désespérément - Chasseurs de primes - Un mort au pied du sapin - Mariage en sursis - Coups de vieux - Un rôle de composition - Dans le secret de la loge - Fashion victimes - Une nuit au musée - Chasse aux fantômes - La Folle Soirée de Shawn - Le médium qui tombe à pic - La Chasse au trésor - Au pays de l'or noir - Henry les bons tuyaux - Comme sur des roulettes - Haut les mains !

Friends Saison 1, 2, 3

Celui qui avait un singe - Celui qui rêve par procuration - Celui qui a failli rater l'accouchement - Celui qui fait craquer Rachel - Celui qui a une nouvelle fiancée - Celui qui détestait le lait maternel - Celui qui est mort dans l'appart du dessous - Celui qui avait viré de bord - Celui qui se faisait passer pour Bob - Celui qui a oublié un bébé dans le bus - Celui qui tombe des nues - Celui qui a été très maladroit - Celui qui cassait les radiateurs - Celui qui se dédouble - Celui qui n'apprécie pas certains mariages - Celui qui retrouve son singe : première partie - Celui qui retrouve son singe : deuxième partie - Celui qui a failli aller au bal de promo - Celui qui a fait on ne sait quoi avec Rachel - Celui qui vit sa vie - Celui qui remplace celui qui part - Celui qui disparaît de la série - Celui qui ne voulait pas partir - Celui qui se met à parler - Celui qui affronte les voyous - Celui qui faisait le lien - Celui qui attrape la varicelle - Celui qui embrassait mal - Celui qui rêvait de la princesse Leia - Celui qui a du mal à se préparer - Celui qui avait la technique du câlin - Celui qui ne supportait pas les poupées - Celui qui bricolait - Celui qui se souvient - Celui qui était prof et élève - Celui qui avait pris un coup sur la tête - Celui pour qui le foot c'est pas le pied - Celui qui fait démissionner Rachel - Celui qui ne s'y retrouvait plus - Celui qui était très jaloux - Celui qui persiste et signe - Celui que les prothèses ne gênaient pas - Celui qui vivait mal la rupture - Celui qui a survécu au lendemain - Celui qui était laissé pour compte - Celui qui s'auto-hypnotisait

Affaires sensibles

La chute de Nicolas Hulot - Blur vs Oasis : la bataille d'Angleterre - Août 44, La Libération de Paris, Épisode 1/2 : Août 44, des Parisiens en armes - Août 44, La Libération de Paris, Épisode 2/2 : Eté 44, De Gaulle, la marche d’un président - Docteur Petiot, faux résistant, vrai tueur - Hitler l'insaisissable cadavre - Benito Mussolini, un cadavre en cavale - Le mystère des noyés de la Deûle - Les trois de West Memphis - "Naissance d’une nation" : Naissance d’une contestation - Little Rock, neuf lycéens noirs contre la ségrégation - Emmett Till, le lynchage de trop - Marseille 1973, quand le racisme tue en toute impunité - L'argent russe du Front National - Affaire Alstom : la guerre secrète - Le procès de Lady Chatterley - Les survivants de la Cordillère des Andes - "Tcherno-Blaye" : le scénario d'un Tchernobyl français ? - La tour Montparnasse ou la folie des grandeurs en direct des Rendez-vous de l'histoire de Blois - « Sans haine, sans arme, ni violence » : le casse du siècle de Nice - "La Grande Bouffe" ou le festin orgiaque - Taylor Swift, le phénomène total - L’abominable homme des neiges, une rencontre au sommet

Brokenwood Saison 9, 3

Comme chien et chat - En plein cœur - La mariée était en cuir - Le veuf noir

Le Coffre à Catch

#188 : La dernière avec UVA !

Les Brigades du Tigre : « Les Années-Folles » Saison 6

Les Princes de la nuit - Rita et le Caïd - La Grande Duchesse Tatiana - Les Fantômes de Noël - La Fille de l'air - Lacs et Entrelacs

Commissaire Moulin Saison 1

Le Diable aussi a des ailes - Intox - Fausses notes - Les Brebis égarées

Les Simpson Saison 3

Mon pote Michael Jackson - Lisa va à Washington - Le Palais du Gaucher - Le Petit Parrain - Une belle simpsonnerie - Tel père, tel clown - Simpson Horror Show II - Le Poney de Lisa - Un père dans la course - Un cocktail d'enfer - Burns Verkaufen der Kraftwerk - Vive les mariés - Un puits de mensonges - L'Enfer du jeu - Homer au foyer - Bart le tombeur - Homer la foudre - Le Flic et la Rebelle - Chienne de vie - Imprésario de mon cœur - La Veuve noire - Le Permis d'Otto Bus - Séparés par l'amour - Le Retour du frère prodigue

Belphégor ou le Fantôme du Louvre

Le Louvre - Le secret du Louvre

Nestor Burma saison 6

Panique à Saint-Patrick - Atout cœur

Rematch

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 5 - Episode 6

Brooklyn Nine-Nine Saison 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Halloween - Halloween II - Halloween III - Halloween IV - Halloween V

Le tribunal de l'impossible

La Bête du Gévaudan

Spectacles

Pink Floyd: Live at Pompeii, Director's Cut (1972) d'Adrian Maben

Chers parents (2024) de Emmanuel Patron & Armelle Patron avec Elise Diamant, Bernard Alane, Emmanuel Patron, Rudy Milstein et Frédérique Tirmont

Stevie Wonder: Live at Last (2008)

R.E.M : Perfect Square (2004)

Bénabar : la tournée des indociles (2022)

Le Chien des Baskerville (1974) de Jean Marcillac avec Raymond Gerome, André Haber, Christian Alers, Jean Pierre Gernez, Bernard Musson, Christiane Moinet, Pierre Hatet, Colette Teissedre, Robert Bazil, Liliane Patrick et Jean Jacques Steen

Livres

Putzi de Thomas Snégaroff

Kaamelott, tome 10 : Karadoc et l'Icosaèdre d'Alexandre Astier et Steven Dupré

Lucky Luke, tome 28 : Le Pony Express de Morris, Xavier Fauche et Jean Léturgie

Philip Marlowe : Le Grand Sommeil de Raymond Chandler

OSS 117 : Agonie en Patagonie de Jean Bruce

Batman : Un long Halloween de Jeph Loeb et Tim Sale

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Biệt Thự Vinhomes Ocean Park 2 The Empire - Nơi Đẳng Cấp và Sức Sống Hoàn Hảo Gặp Gỡ

Bán biệt thự Kinh Đô Ánh Sáng Vinhomes Ocean Park 2 The Empire - Một Kỳ Tích Kiến Trúc và Sự Sang Trọng Hiện Đại

Nằm trong lòng tiểu khu sôi động bậc nhất Thành phố biển hồ, các biệt thự Kinh Đô Ánh Sáng tại Vinhomes Ocean Park 2 The Empire đưa đến một trải nghiệm sống tinh tế và đẳng cấp, tạo nên một điểm đến lý tưởng cho cộng đồng thịnh vượng ở phía Đông thủ đô.

Phát triển tại vị trí chiến lược, bất động sản tại đây không chỉ đem lại giá trị sinh lời vượt trội mà còn thu hút sự chú ý của nhà đầu tư và người mua ở, ngay từ những ngày đầu tiên mở bán.

Tận Hưởng Sự Sang Trọng và Đẳng Cấp

Bán biệt thự Kinh Đô Ánh Sáng Vinhomes Ocean Park 2 The Empire là sự kết hợp tinh tế giữa kiến trúc Pháp cổ và sự hiện đại hóa, tạo nên một bức tranh sống động. Bề mặt tường được thiết kế với hình ô gạch, mái Mansard độc đáo và các ô cửa sổ mái vòm, tạo ra không gian sống đẳng cấp như trong những khu phố thương mại nổi tiếng như Champs Elysees ở trung tâm thủ đô Paris, Pháp.

Đa Dạng Loại Hình Bất Động Sản

Với diện tích phân khu lên đến 24 ha, Vinhomes Ocean Park 2 The Empire mang đến sự đa dạng trong các loại hình bất động sản:

Biệt Thự Đơn Lập Kinh Đô Ánh Sáng: 28 căn với vị trí đắc địa, diện tích lớn từ 202 - 332m2, bao gồm 4 tầng và 1 tum. Nội thất đầy đủ và sang trọng.

Biệt Thự Song Lập Kinh Đô Ánh Sáng: 352 căn với diện tích dao động từ 150 - 238m2, cấu trúc 4 tầng và 1 tum, được quy hoạch theo các trục đường Kinh Đô và đại lộ San Hô.

Tiện Ích Hiện Đại

Mua biệt thự tại Kinh Đô Ánh Sáng không chỉ là sở hữu một không gian sống sang trọng mà còn là tiếp cận nhanh chóng các tiện ích hiện đại như Đại lộ đi bộ Kingdom Avenue, quảng trường Empire Square, Vincom Mega Mall, bệnh viện Vinmec, trường học Vinschool và nhiều điểm độc đáo khác.

Giá Bán Hấp Dẫn

Với mức giá linh hoạt, từ 40 đến 70 tỷ đồng/căn cho biệt thự đơn lập và từ 28 đến 45 tỷ đồng/căn cho biệt thự song lập, Kinh Đô Ánh Sáng Vinhomes Ocean Park 2 The Empire hứa hẹn đáp ứng mọi nhu cầu của khách hàng về đẳng cấp và giá trị đầu tư.

Để biết thông tin chi tiết và đặt mua, quý khách hàng vui lòng liên hệ phòng bán hàng của Tân Long Land. Đây là cơ hội để bạn sở hữu một phần trong hòn ngọc quý giá này.

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Yves Gobillard was seriously ill at that time; Jules Dejouy was paralysed after a stroke he had had the previous winter. In her answer to Mallarmé's letter Berthe wrote:

“I do not write, my dear friend, because my sadness increases with the passing of time.

“Thank you for having at last thought of me and for having written first; I knew that you had left in poor health and I wanted very much to hear about all of you.

“It may well have been Mesnil that you saw — something long, sad, a high Mansard roof, a cluster of big pinetrees cutting across the front. The railroad passes near-by, a little before Gargenville when coming from Paris. I returned there last week with Julie and young Rossignol, my only faithful companion of this summer's solitude; the park and the cháteau were spoiled by the presence of my tenants. No, I no longer miss it.

“I have asked the count to let me stay until January; this way I have a great deal of time to think about this boring problem, whereas actually I should have hastened the solution.

“This is what you have to do: write to Maitre Massé that you are giving him full powers and return the document to him directly from your Paris apartment. This is the advice of Maitre Dejouy, still paralysed. I saw Renoir at the funeral of poor little Durand. He had come from Noirmoutiers and was to return there the following day. His wife and his son greatly enjoy the bathing, but he is bored to death.

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Act Two

It's the sound of his name whispered so sweetly against his ear that all but melts him from the inside out. Amy throws her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug so tight he nearly suffocates. It wouldn't be the worst way to die, the Doctor muses, as Amy hugs him impossibly tighter. He can feel her laughter vibrating against his ribcage, filling him with a strange tickling sensation that radiates from the tips of his toes to the roots of his disheveled dark brown hair, and it's all he can do to keep from kissing her senseless. An exasperated sigh jolts him back into reality, and he begrudgingly lets her go, offering Rory an apologetic smile.

The three of them step out of the TARDIS and onto a cobbled lane, encrusted with rounded stones and glittering flecks of crystal quartz. Square-cut cafés with sweet cinnamon and caramel aromas, verdant gardens with a collection of colorful flora, and fashion shops with the finest fabrics and jewels line the lanes like elegant dollhouses. The crowded streets are alive with horse-drawn carriages, men in black, gray, and midnight blue overcoats, sporting top hats and walking sticks, and women swathed in taffeta dresses and sun hats, carrying silken purses and parasols. Silhouettes of stone-clad chateaus and maisonettes, embellished with mansard rooftops and wrought-iron staircases are just visible as the rue unravels in the distance.

The Doctor glances over at Amy, delighted by the look of wonder that dances in her eyes. Her lips are parted ever so slightly, on the verge of a smile that got lost somewhere between bliss and disbelief. The Doctor waltzes over to a corner flower shop, slips the vendor an amount far higher than that of the asking price, and interrupts Amy's view with a handsome bouquet of red and white roses. Her eyes grow impossibly wider, and her lips curve into a radiant smile.

"Thank you," she whispers, altogether forgetting her despondent fiancé, who's been dawdling a few paces behind them the entire time. 

The Doctor dances into the cobbled street, his arms spread like magnificent wings as he gestures enthusiastically to the historical beauty surrounding them. Grinning like a madman, he says, "Paris! The city of romance — of music and art! — of fashion! — and, well, positively brilliant baking! The year is 1902, and if I'm not mistaken, it's early autumn," he pauses, licking the tip of his finger and holding it up against the wind. "Look around you, it's the Bohemian Revolution in full stride, celebrating freedom, beauty, truth, and—"

The Doctor chokes on his words. Frozen, he watches as Rory plucks one of the roses from the bouquet and uses it to tickle Amy's nose, stomach twisting as she draws him in for a truly spectacular kiss.

"Love," he sighs, swallowing a grimace. Amy pulls away from her fiancé, giggling breathlessly, and gives the Doctor a sheepish smile. Without warning, she reaches for his hand, lacing her fingers in between his, and escorts her boys along the cobbled path. The Doctor carries on, stifling the excitement that builds in his chest at the feeling of Amy's hand entwined with his own. As the evening sky deepens from brushstrokes of grapefruit and citrus to a cloudy, midnight blue, the trio come across another set of buildings, buried deep within the heart of the city. 

Extravagant mansions with spiraling towers are scattered miles apart from one another, winding down the promenade and disappearing into the distant fog. Just across the road lies a building unlike all others. Its elongated, palace-like body stretches to the edges of the sidewalk, an array of miniature towers, turrets, and spires adorning its rooftops. A grand, scarlet windmill is situated at the front of the building, alight with flashing red and white letters that read Moulin Rouge in an elegant scrawl. Amy stops in her tracks and stares up at the building, the reflection of the flickering lights dancing in her eyes.

"Ah, yes. The Moulin Rouge," the Doctor prompts. "It means, quite literally, the red windmill, but the TARDIS thought it might be distasteful to translate it."

"What is it, exactly?" Amy asks, eyes wide with wonder.

"Well, it's a sort of performance arena for cabaret…" the Doctor mumbles, suddenly flustered.

"It's a whorehouse," Rory blurts out, punctuating his bluntness with an obnoxious string of sniffles.

"Alright, Rory, no need to be so rude," the Doctor scoffs.

"You've taken us to a whorehouse?" Amy asks, arching an eyebrow.

"No, no, no, it's…well, all right, it was, at one point in time, the sort of place where men and women danced about in can-can costumes, but it's recently been converted into a theatre. The owner, Harold Ziddler, sold the rights to this wealthy duke, who has since taken ill and died of a rather mysterious virus…oh, but don't take pity, he was a terrible man. Anyway, the rights are back in Monsieur Ziddler's name, and the Moulin Rouge has since remained a theatre. By the looks of it, it's been expanded considerably over the past couple of years to include a hotel."

"It's gorgeous," Amy says, eyes lighting up at his explanation. "Can we go inside?"

"It's closed this time of year to tourists, I'm afraid," the Doctor replies, shaking his head sadly. 

"Oh, come on, you've got to have some way around all of that," Amy scoffs, her smile faltering as she clings to the Doctor's arm and fixes him with a positively sinful pout. 

"Of course I do, Pond," the Doctor replies with a cheeky smile. "I haven't yet met a keep out sign that's been able to best me."

He waves his psychic paper in front of her, and adds, "According to this transcript, the three of us are aspiring actors, eager to audition for the theatre's newest upcoming show."

"And what do you propose we do if one of us actually gets cast?" Rory asks gruffly, ever-concerned with the morality of it all.

"Oh, come now, Rory. What are the odds of that?" the Doctor replies jovially, offering Amy a highly exaggerated mischievous wink as he pulls out his sonic screwdriver and begins picking the lock on the gated entrance. 

Amy giggles, wrestling the Doctor into another shameless hug, while Rory shrugs his hooded sweatshirt so far down over his forehead until he's just a walking nose in jeans and a jumper, and reluctantly follows them through the gilded gateway. 

• • •

It's half past midnight, and Amy Pond is drunk.

"I'm fine," she insists, thrusting her empty champagne glass toward the Doctor's outstretched hand, and nearly knocking the emerald tinted bottle out of his grasp in her haste. She giggles, clapping a hand over her mouth as she mumbles out a half-hearted, "Whoops!"

"That's enough celebrating for tonight, Pond," the Doctor chides with an affectionate smile, taking her glass out of her hands and placing it on his bedside table. She fixes him with a dramatic pout as she collapses back onto the springy mattress of his four-poster bed, hair sprawled out across the navy blue duvet like a thousand tiny crimson rivers.

Everyone involved in the production had been given their own room in the newly renovated hotel, preferring to keep the actors and set designers on the premises as they work tirelessly over the next few weeks to produce this spectacular new show.

"You'd be celebrating too if you'd been given the lead role in a fabulous Parisian play," she hiccups, radiant smile evident all the same.

"Oh wait, you have," she exclaims, throwing her arms into the air in a triumphant cheer. The Doctor sets his own glass down next to hers, coasters be damned, and falls back against the mattress with a heavy thud, a small smile spreading across his face at the sound of Amy's laughter as she's bounced up half an inch from the impact.

"I still can't believe we got the lead roles," she says, turning to face him as her laughter fades into breathless giggles. Her eyes are bright, wide, and filled with wonder, and the Doctor can't help but think that she has never looked more beautiful than she does in this moment.

They're so close, lying on their backs with their heads turned to face one another, shoulders pressed together, fingertips ghosting over each other's palms, that he can practically taste the champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries on her lips. It takes everything in him not to close the infinitesimal space left between them and kiss her senseless. 

And the fact that he nearly had, twice now, is enough to make him question just how strong Toulouse's complimentary champagne actually is, and whether he'd had more than perhaps he should have. Amy giggles softly again, and a lock of hair falls into her eyes. His fingertips twitch with the urge to reach out and tuck it back behind her ear, which sends a fresh wave of panic through his chest. 

He needs a distraction, desperately.

"Speaking of the lead villain," the Doctor says with a sardonic smirk. "Where is Rory?"

Amy huffs out a frustrated sigh.

"Asleep in our room," she grouses, rolling her eyes. "Says he's still feeling sick and miserable, and reckons that's why he wasn't given any of the singing roles. He's not too keen on having to play the Duke."

"I can't honestly blame him," the Doctor sighs. "If the stories are true, his real-life counterpart was without a doubt one of the worst human beings to ever walk this planet."

"Do you really think the rumors are true?" Amy prompts, rolling over onto her side and cradling her chin in the palms of her hands, staring up at the Doctor intently.

"I've already read through the script twice," she says. "I love the plot so much. It's so captivating and tragic and romantic. A penniless writer falls in love with a beautiful courtesan and they have to hide their love affair from an investor who wants to buy her affections exclusively. Did all of that really happen, right here in this very building?" 

The Doctor thinks back to the dark-haired man with the vacant expression who'd presided over their auditions earlier that day. He knew that look. He'd lived that look. That was the look of a man who'd suffered the loss of the greatest love of his life. Perhaps that was why the Doctor had been so perfectly suited to the role.

"Yes, I believe so," he replies softly.

"That's so unbelievably sad," Amy breathes, her voice just barely above a whisper. "I can't even imagine what it must be like for the author to have to come back here after all this time, to relive all of those moments of wonder and pain and misery."

"I think it's honorable," the Doctor replies, suddenly quite uncomfortably aware of the edges of his little leather-bound journal digging into his ribcage from the inside pocket of his tweed jacket. "He wanted to tell their story."

Amy hums thoughtfully.

"We're all stories in the end," she muses, plucking the words from the deepest grotto of her memories as she tilts her head to the side and gives the Doctor an affectionate smile, delighting in the startled blush that swims across the curves of his cheekbones. "Just make sure it's a good one, eh?"

With a contented sigh, Amy closes the distance between them, the champagne still coursing through her veins making her bold enough to rest her head on the Doctor's chest. He startles for a moment, but then immediately uncoils, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and hugging her close, his chin nuzzling into the top of her head. She snakes an arm around his chest, curling her scarlet-painted fingernails into his sides, right where she knows he's most ticklish. The Doctor jumps ever so slightly, earning an amused chuckle from Amy as she buries her face into his tweed-clad chest and lets the thrum of his four-beat binary hearts lull her to sleep.

"Goodnight, Christian," Amy sighs softly, snuggling even closer against him.

"Goodnight, Satine," the Doctor whispers back to her, pressing his lips to the top of her forehead, before dozing off in a blissful slumber of his own.

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The Courtesan and The Writer

Doctor Who » Eleven x Amy

Title: The Courtesan and The Writer

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Doctor Who (Masterlist)

Relationship: The Eleventh Doctor x Amelia Pond

AO3 Rating: Mature (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: The Eleventh Doctor and Amelia Pond travel to 1900's Paris, where they're accidentally cast as star-crossed lovers in a theatrical production at The Moulin Rouge. The trouble is, they're secretly in love with one another off-stage too…and Amy is already engaged to someone else.

"Paris! The city of romance — of music and art! — of fashion! — and, well, positively brilliant baking! The year is 1902, and if I'm not mistaken, it's early autumn," he pauses, licking the tip of his finger and holding it up against the wind. "Look around you, it's the Bohemian Revolution in full stride, celebrating freedom, beauty, truth, and—" The Doctor chokes on his words. Frozen, he watches as Rory plucks one of the roses from the bouquet and uses it to tickle Amy's nose, stomach twisting as she draws him in for a truly spectacular kiss. "Love," he sighs, swallowing a grimace.

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[leomitchellart]

Inktober 2021 Prompt no.13 - “Roof” 🇫🇷 

I know the more likely candidates would‘ve been an English thatched or East Asian Hard hill roof. But I’ve always had a soft spot for the mansard roofs in France. Such a lovely sight over the city of Paris.  

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[frenchdrarry]

Mon monde, c'est toi.

Elle détourna son regard de la fenêtre douloureusement lumineuse de la mansarde. Du haut de l'immeuble, elle parvenait à entendre les bruits singuliers des rues de Paris, entre les klaxons, les éclats de voix, les aboiements joyeux ou menaçants des chiens ainsi que les rires et les cris des enfants, preuve que dehors, la vie continuait inlassablement. Pourtant, elle n'avait pas envie de fermer les velux ni de sortir rejoindre la masse incessante de vie qu'elle entendait, car en détournant le regard, elle pouvait voir une femme aux traits harmonieux et détendus confortablement nichée dans le creux de son épaule.

Non, elle n'avait pas besoin de rejoindre le monde extérieur puisque son monde à elle était juste ici, dans ses bras fièrement engourdis.

[archimaps]

Floor plan for a typical hotel particulier, Paris

[loveinthed]

Philo Wright, a Detroit-based ship owner, built this home in the prestigious neighborhood located just north of downtown. Completed in 1872, it was yet another example of the Second Empire style, which was once so omnipresent in the neighborhood, it earned the moniker of "Little Paris". Among the home’s many highlights are the decorative windows and the unmistakable Mansard roof. The carriage house is the main home miniaturized. In 1882, the house was presented to Grace Whitney Evans as a wedding gift by her father, lumber baron David Whitney, Jr. Two years later, Mrs. Evans began renting her home to one Joseph Lowthian Hudson, founder of the ubiquitous Detroit department store. The Hudson-Evans residence is currently occupied by the law offices of VanOverbeke, Michaud & Timmony, P. C. #Detroit #BrushPark #MidtownDetroit #SecondEmpire #VictorianArchitecture #AlfredStreet #archi_ologie #oldhouselove #casasecasarios #houses_ofthe_world #beautifulhouseoldandnew #MansardMonday #TheAmericanHome #houseportrait #BrickStory #RawDetroit #PureMichigan #PureMittigan #MotorCityShooters #PureMichigan #PureMittigan #MotorCityShooters #PureDetroit313 #DepictTheD #VisitDetroit #Michiganders #ThisPlaceMatters #ThisPlaceMattersDetroit #MichiganPlacesMatter (at Hudson–Evans House) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChkTahkrMM-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hometoursandotherstuff]

On the rooftops of Paris, interior designer Sarah has created the perfect retreat in an artist's former studio. From the glass roof of this apartment, gaze at a typically Parisian scene of a sea of mansard roofs.

The color of the walls and that of the pouf, is the blue that decorator Sarah has made famous.

In another corner of the living room, vintage cane sideboard, Diva wall lights by Sarah, and a Moulin chair.

A sofa in white and coffee table upholstered with designer velvet.

Vintage Green Sofa and Bulle Mirror from Sarah’s company, Maison Sarah Lavoine.

By the fireplace, flanking the glass Bell coffee table is a pair of vintage Scandinavian armchairs.  On the shelf, sculpture Le temps qui passé.

The cabinets are custom made in green laminate and the countertops are granite.

The brass ceiling lights are the Jean model from Maison Sarah.

The table, in rosewood, was found in a flea market.

Terracotta-colored cabinets fronts and Mogador rug by Maison Sarah.

In the corridor, on Sarah’s signature blue wall, a vintage mirror.

In the master bedroom, new side tables and a signature blue blanket.

In the bathroom, ceiling and wall sconces by Sarah.

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