#pont-rout

[philoursmars]

Marseille, Musée Regards de Provence. Une expo sur Jean-Pierre Blanche. Années algériennes et aixoises. De moins en moins d'humains, de plus en plus d'arbres...

"La Chambre, Pont-Rout"

"Mosquée"

"Orangerie de Pont-Rout"

"Les Bains d'Alger"

"Automne, Pont-Rout"

[brilag]

Vue du Pont Bleu par brigitte lagravaire Via Flickr : 2018-12-11-Donnefort (1n)

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA The Guardian di Oggi mercoledì, 04 settembre 2024

[conatic]

Un bus chute d'un pont en Afrique du Sud: 45 morts

https://www.lessentiel.lu/fr/story/grave-accident-un-bus-chute-dun-pont-en-afrique-du-sud-45-morts-103073702

Source: lessentiel.lu

[2t2r]

Øresundsbron - un incroyable pont qui finit en tunnel

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/oresundsbron-un-incroyable-pont-qui-finit-en-tunnel/

Øresundsbron - un incroyable pont qui finit en tunnel

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

I need their dynamic, so, so badly

Billy and Cassie just going off about mythology and Tims just there at the table with them like, "I have found my people." /j

DC really had three similar-aged characters who all had archaeologist parents and had the gall to say “no, actually, none of them met before they became heroes.”

[dailyoverview]

The 2024 Paris Olympics kick off today with a unique opening ceremony on the River Seine. In the first ever ceremony not held inside a stadium, athletes from around the world will float on boats along a 3.7-mile (6-km) east-west route across Paris, from the Pont d’Austerlitz to the Trocadero. Earlier today, three coordinated arson attacks to France’s high-speed rail network disrupted travel for about a million people, including some Olympic athletes.

48.865797°, 2.330882°

Source imagery: Maxar

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 11 all chapters

-You fly into Rome on a beautiful June day with an ache in your heart you can’t quite shake. You throw yourself into the sights, visiting museums, soaking up the beautiful art and the Mediterranean sunshine. You see things in person that you’d only seen in art history books before, and as an artist you know you are forever changed. You meet plenty of interesting travelers in your hostel, but no one who quite holds your attention, or your imagination, the way the memory of Mr. Wick does.

Italy is beautiful, but the men are exhausting. Not all the men. Just the continual stream of the ones who find you on the street, see a young lady traveling alone and take it as license to bother you. Constantly. More than once, when you turn down their offers of whatever, as politely as you can in your broken Italian, they get nasty.

It’s a relief in a way when you pair up with a kind young man from Argentina to go see the Vatican. No one bothers you, and you have fun, but it’s not exactly what you want.

You actually like being alone, and in others casual company you find that you itch to steal away to a quiet corner to read or sketch or write in your journal. You revel in this special kind of solitude, being a solo traveler in a strange land, not needing to cater to the wants and whims of anyone else for once.

When Javier tries to kiss you on the Ponte Sant’Angelo, you cannot help but feel as though you are being watched. He’s a good-looking young man, funny and sweet and you enjoy his company. At any other time in your life you would have happily lost yourself in a fling. But you know you wish you were looking into a very different pair of dark eyes, and you turn your head at the last minute, receiving soft lips on the cheek.

“Javi…” you sigh with regret, holding distance between you with a hand on his chest.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, clearly crestfallen.

“It’s ok.”

You’re not mad. You’re just…sad—and you’re not sure why you can’t kick this melancholy longing and enjoy yourself in this beautiful place. You feel like you’re walking around with a hole in your heart, and it’s all Mr. Wick’s fault, the big idiot.   

After a week you move on to Florence, and the museums there fill your days. You see so many wonderful things, from the statue of David in the Galleria dell’Accademia, the wonderful paintings in the Uffizi gallery, the splendor of the Duemo... You fall in love all over again with Botticelli, Bellini, Lippi and Uccello and Tiziano and so many others.

You also see a sun-bronzed old man masturbating unabashedly on a blanket in the park, but that’s Italy for you, apparently.

You still feel as though you are being watched, but you never find the source of this weird feeling between your shoulder blades. You try to shrug it off, going for long walks along the Arno between snacks and visits to this galleria or that.

Before you leave the city you go to a book binder’s shop Mr. Wick told you about that has been in business for literal centuries. They have such wonderful things, books with leather covers and gilded arabesques, ornate handmade papers and parchment. You pick up a blank journal for Mr. Wick. It’s small, but its all you can afford. It’s beautifully made, and you hope he’ll like it.

Venice is beautiful, but so very infuriating.

You manage in a blunder on the very first day to drop your phone, cracking the screen into a thousand spiderwebs. It renders the maps you downloaded utterly useless, and you try to go the paper route, but you are lost for the umpteenth time in the maze of small side streets and canals when a seemingly helpful middle-aged construction worker takes pity on you and offers to lead you back to a main road.

At least you think that’s what he says, but after five minutes you realize you read the situation so very wrong, when you find yourself in a dead-ended alley and the older man is puckering his lips at you. It would have been comical on screen, perhaps, but in real life you are not amused. He’s big, but not fast. You’re glad for your flat sandals as you duck under his outstretched arms and dash away down the street, thinking you can’t possibly get yourself any more lost than you already are.

You look over your shoulder to check if he’s pursuing you, and run into something immoveable. You hit so hard you bounce, and you might have ended up in the canal, had strong arms not wrapped around you.

Oh no.

 Fearing you may have landed yourself out of the frying pan and into the fire, you try to squirm away.

“Y/n?”

Recognizing that voice, you freeze for a moment, before actually bothering to look up at who has you in hand.

It’s none other than Mr. John Wick.

A nearly unbearable flood of surprise and excitement fills you from your hair follicles to the tips of your toes.    

“What are you doing here?” you demand, and maybe it sounds more like an accusation than it should.

“Tying up some loose ends,” he answers vaguely. “Is he bothering you?”

You look over your shoulder to see the construction worker has emerged from the alley, and is stumping your way.

“Yes.”

The worker airs some dramatic-sounding complaint with John, waving his hands animatedly. John’s answer is much less musical, but perfectly pronounced, and you’re pretty sure he told the guy to get the fuck out of here.  

Grumbling, your suitor goes in the opposite direction, talking to himself as he does and gesturing with his arms to no one but the audience in his own mind.

So melodramatic.

You cannot help but notice Mr. Wick still has his arms around you, glaring at the man until he disappears around a corner. You are still breathing heavily from your little mad dash, steadying yourself with hands on the flat plane of his chest. John finally looks back down to you, his eyes fixating on your lips before valiantly rising back to meet your gaze, his fingertips digging slightly into your sides. 

You rack your brains for something to say, when all you really want to do is grab the lapels of his beautiful suit jacket, stand on tiptoe and press your lips to his. 

“I…thought you were retired?”

It seems he only reluctantly lets you go after that, the tips of his fingers sliding from your ribcage. Immediately you feel the loss of his strong hands.

“I try to be,” he quips, almost evasively. “Why aren’t you in Rome?” He asks this as if you are the one who is in a place you’re not supposed to be.

“I…saw everything I wanted to see?”

Only then does he finally offer you a smile. It’s almost boyish, and it pulls at your heartstrings with a vengeance. You look him over. It might be the first time you’ve seen him wearing anything but all black, in a light grey summer weight suit with an airy white button down open at the throat.

He looks, if you may be frank, utterly edible.

“It's good to see you,” he says almost shyly, as though he's afraid you might not feel the same.

If only you could tell him that you've thought about him every day since you've been gone. 

“I’m very glad to see you,” you dare to admit. “It's a small world, I guess.”

You decide not to think about what a strange coincidence it is, running into this man in a back alley in Venice. At the moment, you simply don’t care. It’s as though for once the Universe was paying attention to your heart’s yearnings and delivered on it in the flesh.

“Yeah. So...where are you headed?”

You sigh, and very sorely wish you could hang your head on the solid plane that is his chest again. Your desire to be held by this man is an ache in your very bones.

“I don't even know. I'm so lost.”

Usually you have a decent sense of direction, but this fucking city has you walking in circles. Usually that's fine too, but you've never felt so hunted in your life. 

“Would you... like to come to lunch with me? I'm on my way to meet an old friend. He would love to meet you.” 

For a moment you are dumbfounded to receive such an invitation. But then, you look down at yourself in your colorfully cute but obviously cheap sundress, then look at him in his smart suit that probably cost more than your car.

“That's so sweet, John, but I'm sure I'm not dressed to go wherever you're going.” 

“What do you mean? You look beautiful.” 

You look back up to him, open mouthed. He's never really said anything outright like that to you. It feels ridiculously good to hear it. Warmth floods you from head to toe. You know you are blushing, maybe even glowing, but it’s hard to feel too embarrassed when he looks at you like that.

“Thanks.”

He reaches up very slowly, just barely brushing your chin with his knuckle. “Come with me.” His voice is low, soft even, yet somehow adamant. It induces a flutter in your heart—and an ache in your loins. You like to think you are not easily led, but you wouldn't have dreamed of arguing with him now. 

“Alright.”

His pleased smile is a balm to your earlier frustration. For the first time since you got off the train and promptly got lost trying to find your hostel, you feel like you can relax in this maze of a city. You didn’t realize it before, but you haven’t felt safe for weeks.

He offers you his arm.

The gesture is sweet, and gallant, and maybe you lean against him a little more than you need to. His arm is dizzyingly solid beneath your fingers, and you can’t help but feel a little giddy as you stroll together towards your destination.

[atamascolily]

Aqueduct Bridges

All right, it's time to talk about something you almost certainly noticed in Rebellion even if you didn't have the vocabulary for it: sudoubashi (水道橋) or "aqueduct bridges". As their name suggests, they are bridges used to convey water across gaps and openings, which people have been building for thousands of years (more on this in a second).

The first aqueduct we see is en route to outskirts of Mitakihara, along with many other more conventional bridges:

There's so much surreal bridge stuff in this scene that it's easy to overlook why the water is coming out, which is not really what aqueducts are supposed to do! To me, it reads like a "release valve" for excess pressure, as well as gorgeous imagery. But Inu Curry's comment in the Rebellion Production Note is also insightful: "Passing under a Roman-style aqueduct .... Water appears a lot where dreams are concerned." So Homura is dreaming, and on the cusp of becoming aware she is dreaming, and the water reflects that.

After Homura is unable to leave Mitakahara, she descends into the Witch's Well, to signify regaining memories of the past. The water imagery here is more subtle, but Inu Curry's title for this sequence again reinforces the water-dreaming connection--and wells are sources of water, which is pumped to the surface and distributed.

As a result, it's not really surprising that aqueduct bridges start popping up all over Mitakihara when Homura emerges from the well.

By the time Mami and Homura fight, the city is littered with these structures--there are more bridges than buildings! This is probably a good thing given the amount of property damage these two are capable of, but also a sign of Homura's mental state--her "obsession" with figuring out who made the labyrinth and why.

One important detail to note is that none of these aqueducts are connected to each other--they are scattered around the landscape but don't go anywhere. They don't "hold water"--they are dry and empty. Homura is struggling to put the pieces together regarding her situation but she hasn't made the connections yet.

These aqueducts look different from the one that originally appeared en route to Kazaimino--less polished, more simplistic, as Homura "builds" them from scratch (her ideas about her surroundings are still relatively unshaped and unformed compared to the more elaborate aqueduct from the bus trip). They are also inspired by Roman aqueducts, most famously the Pont du Gard in France. They are easily distinguished by their characteristic arches and tiered levels.

As an aside, the Roman influence also helps give the impression of a "fallen empire" within Homura's mind and contrasts nicely with their counterparts in the outside world:

Following the alleyway scene with Sayaka, Homura once more descends underground and into her subconscious, this time on a gondola moving through canals. Note the arched stonework as she passes through before it's eclipsed by more surreal imagery.

Once Homura has finally uncovered the truth, the aqueducts are no longer necessary and they abruptly disappear from the landscape. However, their legacy persists in the same arched stonework that composes the structure where Homura confronts Kyubey. The once straight aqueducts have connected to form a circle in which she is trapped, while their arches mirror the window that represents salvation by the Law of Cycles and the mosaics in the Witch's Well because symbols can do more than one thing at a time.

This is most plainly visible in the sequence where Kyubey is being chased by the Clara Dolls--you can really see how this structure is put together, and its three-dimensional nature is more obvious than in the wide shots.

There's a whole lot to be said about bridges in Rebellion, but I wanted to point out the aqueducts in particular because they are serving a very specific function and purpose independent of the other bridge imagery despite being bridges themselves, especially given their connection to water imagery. They form a consistent visual "bridge" that represents Homura's journey and mental state throughout the middle third of Rebellion. And I just think that's neat!

[fredomotophoto]

View from the Blackforestline suspension bridge

Canon EOS R

Sigma 24-105mm F4 DG OS HSM | Art

ƒ/9.0 

24.0 mm 

1/125 

iso 160

Blackforestline suspension bridge

(FR) Pont suspendu dans la Forêt-Noire Le Black Forest Line Pont Suspendu est un pont situé dans la Forêt-Noire, en Allemagne, à proximité du village de Todtnauberg. Il mesure 450 mètres de long et domine le sol de 120 mètres.

Caractéristiques

Longueur : 450 mètres Hauteur : 120 mètres Coût : 5 millions d’euros Ouverture : fin mai 2023 Capacité : 300 personnes simultanées

Emplacement Le pont est situé dans la Forêt-Noire, à proximité du village de Todtnauberg, à environ 1h30 de route de Strasbourg.

Contexte Le Black Forest Line Pont Suspendu est l’un des derniers ajouts à la région touristique de la Forêt-Noire. Il est conçu pour offrir une expérience unique aux visiteurs, avec un panorama spectaculaire sur la vallée et les chutes de la rivière Stübenbach.

Comparaison avec d’autres ponts suspendus Le Black Forest Line Pont Suspendu est plus long et plus haut que le Wildline Pont Suspendu, situé à Bad Wildbad, dans le nord de la Forêt-Noire. Cependant, il est plus court que le pont suspendu de Rottweil, qui est en cours de construction.

Impact local L’ouverture du pont suspendu a suscité des débats locaux quant à son impact sur l’environnement et la communauté. Certains résidents sont préoccupés par l’impact touristique et la perturbation de la vie quotidienne, tandis que d’autres voient l’opportunité de développer le tourisme durable dans la région.

En résumé, le Black Forest Line Pont Suspendu est un projet touristique majeur dans la Forêt-Noire, offrant une expérience unique et spectaculaire aux visiteurs.

(EN) Suspension Bridge in the Black Forest The Black Forest Line Suspension Bridge is a bridge located in the Black Forest, Germany, near the village of Todtnauberg. It is 450 meters long and towers 120 meters above the ground.

Features Length: 450 meters Height: 120 meters Cost: 5 million euros Opening: end of May 2023 Capacity: 300 people simultaneously

Location The bridge is located in the Black Forest, near the village of Todtnauberg, about 1.5 hours drive from Strasbourg.

Background The Black Forest Line Suspension Bridge is one of the latest additions to the Black Forest tourist region. It is designed to offer a unique experience to visitors, with a spectacular panorama of the valley and the waterfalls of the Stübenbach River.

Comparison with other suspension bridges The Black Forest Line Suspension Bridge is longer and higher than the Wildline Suspension Bridge, located in Bad Wildbad in the northern Black Forest. However, it is shorter than the Rottweil Suspension Bridge, which is currently under construction.

Local impact The opening of the suspension bridge has sparked local debates about its impact on the environment and the community. Some residents are concerned about the tourism impact and disruption to daily life, while others see the opportunity to develop sustainable tourism in the region.

In summary, the Black Forest Line Suspension Bridge is a major tourism project in the Black Forest, offering a unique and spectacular experience for visitors.

[inemi]

Alors j'ai marché dans cette rue

Et la route m'a mené

La chanson que tu as chantée hier soir

Joué en moi maintenant

Encore quelques pas et j'y étais

Avec la clé de cette porte

chœur

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

versets

C'était juste un petit moment

Je n'étais pas là pendant un moment

Puis j'ai fait un petit pas

Et puis ça m'est venu à l'esprit

chœur

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

pont

Certains te donnent des coups, certains t'aiment

Certains se donnent pour toi

Certains vous bénissent, ne mettez pas les voiles

Quand le vent souffle sur la mer

pont

Certains te donnent des coups, certains t'aiment

Certains se donnent pour toi

Certains vous bénissent, ne mettez pas les voiles

Quand le vent souffle sur la mer, oh-oh-oh

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

sortie

Par ici

Ce chemin est rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

Par ici

Par ici

[philoursmars]

Nouveau retour à mon projet de présenter la plupart de mes 55500 photos (et des brouettes).  Plus trop loin du présent….  

2016. A l’arrière du Cap Canaille, dans le parc National des Calanques, d’étranges érosions dans les poudingues, parcourues par la Route des Crêtes.

[brilag]

Entre ville et nature, l'ancien chemin de halage, sous un lourd ciel d'automne par brigitte lagravaire Via Flickr : 2016-10-02-canal (3)

[grandboute]

Pont-Croix - le vieux pont, route d'Audierne

Hello Pierrot !

[teecupangel]

Another Desmond reborn as X, but this one is as Uberto Alberti's kid. Who we don't know anything about but "family" is the reason he betrayed his friend supposedly so I'd be interesting if Desmond could try and avoid it this time around.

According to the transcription of Uberto’s database in ACII:

Now, I found a backdoor into the Templars' database server, I've been combing it for some kind of smoking gun. I found it. Apparently, Uberto's family was evicted by the Medici bank. Uberto's been aching for revenge ever since, and the Templars promised him support. Ezio's father was standing in the way AND Uberto was jealous of his influence over the Florentine government. Two birds with one stone, isn't it? It looks like Uberto used his election to the Signoria as his opportunity to strike.

Apparently, he joined the Templars because the Medici evicted his family.

If he is part of the real House Alberti, there is no mentions of any evictions in wiki nor any mention of an Uberto. The Albertis were allies of the Medici as far as I read.

Returned to Florence, in the 15th century they were first allied to the Medici against the Albizzi. Main members of the period include writer Antonio Alberti, cardinal Alberto di Giovanni Alberti and architect and Renaissance theorist Leon Battista Alberti.

But wiki did say that they “divided into different lines, who owned several houses and towers near the modern Ponte alle Grazie” and “Some of them were admitted in the Venetian nobility late in the century” so maybe Uberto’s family wasn’t one of those few fortunate Albertis to gain nobility.

So, really…

Giovanni died and dragged his two sons with him because of his ties to the Medicis.

And Desmond would point that out.

In this setup, Desmond would probably think of Uberto as a good father as he did stress he did it for his family (although another setup is that Uberto is using the whole “I’m doing it for my family” to hide his greed and thirst for power but that would be a bit boring so we’ll go down the ‘a good man wishing to avenge his family’s misfortunes’ route instead).

So Desmond would want to protect his new family (especially if he has younger siblings). When they get evicted, Desmond understood why Uberto did what he did. Maybe add in the drama of the eviction being all of a sudden or not given any warning before they were evicted during a time when Firenze was having ‘money problems’.

Desmond knew that the Templars would contact Uberto then and tried to stop Uberto from saying yes to the Templars but he’d say that this was their only choice if they wish to protect their family.

(If you really wanna drive in a conundrum, one of Desmond’s siblings or his mother falls ill during this time and the financial support the Templars gave them is what kept them from dying or maybe said mother/sibling was already ill and almost died had it not been for the Templars’ money)

In the end, Desmond tries to leave the Auditores alone but, instead, Ezio found him and started to talk to him. Desmond couldn’t help but form a bond with Ezio anyway, maybe become a close friend who doesn’t really like to be seen with others.

Ezio knows Desmond spend most of his time caring for his ailing sibling/mother, and he remembers Petruccio so he has a soft spot for Desmond.

Anyway…

Uberto still becomes a Templar and Desmond tries to undermine him, first by trying to save the decoded message that Giovanni needed but that failed because Uberto knew that Desmond was trying to stop him so he’s become more ‘suspicious’. He never scolds Desmond though and he understands what his son is doing so he tells Desmond to continue to try and stop him…

“This way… no matter which sides wins, our family will be safe.”

And Desmond realized then and there that Uberto was ready to die if it meant their family would be safe and financially secured.

In the end…

Desmond helped Giovanni, Federico and Petruccio escape by unlocking their cage and telling them that Uberto’s a Templar. Desmond begs Giovanni to not kill Uberto, that he’ll be able to make Uberto understand that they have failed and they’ll leave Firenze, hell, they’ll leave all of Italia, just…

“Please… don’t kill padre.”

Giovanni promises not to kill Uberto if they leave Firenze as soon as possible.

And Desmond is able to persuade Uberto to do just that, telling him that revenge means nothing if it would lead to his death.

.

Now.

The happy ending would be that Desmond and Ezio would see each other and there will be this strain in their friendship because of Uberto’s betrayal that they will slowly get past.

But…

The more angst-filled route would be…

Lorenzo wants all the conspirators of the Pazzi conspiracy to be killed and Uberto was one of them. He orders Giovanni to kill Uberto and Giovanni tried to say no, at first, only to acquiesce once Lorenzo reminded him who he was ‘allies’ with.

Desmond finds an Assassin standing in front of his father’s bleeding corpse and the darkness and his shock made it hard for him to see the Assassin clearly.

All he knows…

… was that the Assassin was wearing Ezio’s robes…

.

.

In this setup, Desmond would be torn between wanting to take vengeance or being the person to cut the noose of revenge that keeps looping and looping around all of them.

His trust in the Auditores would be destroyed and Desmond would want to believe that it wasn’t Ezio, that maybe it was Giovanni or even Federico but a part of him would whisper that it could have been Ezio. Ezio wasn’t there when Desmond begged for his father’s life.

Last time he saw Ezio, he was wearing those robes…

And Desmond can’t…

… will not kill Ezio even if a part of him wished to avenge Uberto’s death.

They had no reason to kill him.

His family had exiled themselves away from Firenze, living as normal farmers of all things.

He…

He needed to know the truth.

And, once he knows it…

That’s when he’ll decide how to end this chain of vengeance.

With blood spilled… or not.

[2t2r]

La beauté arabesques des échangeurs routiers

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La beauté arabesques des échangeurs routiers