<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924</id><updated>2011-11-05T17:37:37.480Z</updated><category term='Balade'/><category term='Visages de pierre/Stone faces'/><category term='Architecture'/><category term='Nice'/><category term='fêtes/feast'/><category term='Animaux/Animals'/><category term='Abécédaire'/><category term='Enfance'/><category term='Saison'/><category term='Humeur'/><category term='Exposition'/><category term='Chat/Cat'/><category term='Musique'/><category term='Gens / People'/><category term='Berlin'/><category term='art'/><category term='livres'/><category term='phare'/><category term='Fontaines / Fountains'/><category term='Cagnes-sur-Mer'/><category term='Enfance/ Childhood'/><category term='Pluie'/><category term='Cannes'/><category term='Balade/Stroll'/><category term='photos anciennes'/><category term='Villefranche-sur-Mer'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='Cinéma'/><category term='Divers'/><category term='Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat'/><category term='Déménagement'/><category term='Vacances/Holidays'/><category term='environnement'/><category term='Rugby'/><category term='sport'/><category term='space invaders'/><category term='Saison/ Season'/><category term='Menton'/><category term='poésie/poetry'/><category term='Histoire/ History'/><category term='Mon monde /My world'/><category term='mémoire'/><category term='Nuages/Clouds'/><category term='photos anciennes/Old pictures'/><category term='Voyage'/><category term='poésie'/><category term='fêtes'/><category term='Bizarre'/><category term='Réflexion'/><category term='Rome'/><category term='Evènement /Event'/><category term='Ecologie'/><category term='Automne'/><category term='Littérature'/><category term='Judo'/><category term='Monaco'/><category term='loisirs créatifs'/><category term='Musique/ Music'/><category term='Histoire'/><category term='Nourriture/ Food'/><category term='monde maritime'/><category term='Saint-Paul-de-Vence'/><title type='text'>Blue Fragments *         Fragments Bleus</title><subtitle type='html'>fragments d'histoire, de paysages et de vie.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>531</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-6828584938374410849</id><published>2009-05-22T08:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:10:45.329+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Déménagement'/><title type='text'>Suivez les ailes! /Follow the wings!</title><content type='html'>Pour des raisons techniques "indépendantes de ma volonté" selon la formule consacrée, je dois déménager mon blog vers d'autres cieux.&lt;br /&gt;Ce post est donc la dernière page du premier chapitre .&lt;br /&gt;Retrouvez moi &lt;a href="http://chroniclesfromtheshore.blogspot.com/"&gt;ICI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que vous n'hésiterez pas à faire le voyage.&lt;br /&gt;Alors, à très bientôt, peut-être.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShZObvYiL1I/AAAAAAAAHu8/7HW2sOUJEkU/s1600-h/IMG_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338540646777106258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShZObvYiL1I/AAAAAAAAHu8/7HW2sOUJEkU/s400/IMG_4672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some technical reasons, I have to move my blog under a new sky.&lt;br /&gt;So this post is the last page of the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me&lt;a href="http://chroniclesfromtheshore.blogspot.com/"&gt; THERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll accept the journey.&lt;br /&gt;So, see you soon, maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-6828584938374410849?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/6828584938374410849/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=6828584938374410849&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6828584938374410849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6828584938374410849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/suivez-les-ailes-follow-wings.html' title='Suivez les ailes! /Follow the wings!'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShZObvYiL1I/AAAAAAAAHu8/7HW2sOUJEkU/s72-c/IMG_4672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3182801413122707912</id><published>2009-05-20T19:47:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:34:15.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littérature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livres'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>(-&lt;em&gt;Waoh! it's hypermodern! Rich! as light as a computer; there's no loading time, and it works without a power point...And how do call that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A book!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShRQR5ShMQI/AAAAAAAAHuU/XC58oKbksQE/s1600-h/livre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337979726707372290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShRQR5ShMQI/AAAAAAAAHuU/XC58oKbksQE/s400/livre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://theaujasmin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; tagged me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like some of my readers to choose at least ONE question (more if you want..)and answer to it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really hope some of you will do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now for me, a good exercise of translation..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*******************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you bend the page or use a bookmark?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love and collect bookmarks. I always buy some everywhere I travel. I've more than 600 of them..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you already receive a book as gift?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plenty. I always write a title or more on my Christmas and birthday lists.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you already think about writing a book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote one.And have plenty of others in my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you read in your bath?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never. I love books and they don't like water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you a cult book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The solace of open space", by Gretel Ehrlich; A book that contains a lot of pieces of writings of Chateaubriand. And some others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to read a book several times?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes. And a long time after the first reading.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about stories published in several tomes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care, if the story is good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to meet the writers who wrote the books you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the writers I love are dead. I like to read writers' biographies. I think that I prefer to keep a distance, a mystery;But I had the chance to cross the way of J.M.G. le Clezio, the last Nobel price; I kept a secret admiration and never talked to him. I did not want to disturb him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you choose your books?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The country where it comes from, the writer, the story, the advice of my best friend, who knows exactly what I like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A reading you'd like to hide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like comics..Is it bad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The perfect book for you would be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A magic book, in which I could enter each time I feel bad, where I could find all my favorite stories and characters, and that would protect me against the outside world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to speak about what you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, with people who also like to read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best place to read a book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost everywhere. But a comfortable bench, near the sea, with a light breeze..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Television, video games or books?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't even ask it ! Books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To read in silence, with music, or it does not matter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To read above a shoulder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. Reading is a lone pleasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To read an electronic book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, an electronic book is not a book. A book offers the touching of the paper, the special smell, the light sound of the turning pages..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you buy or borrow the books you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I buy them. Except from the art books or the very expensive ones, I always write on my books. I like to underline words or quotes, answer to the things, etc.. And I always keep the books I love, which means a lot of problems of anarchic storages.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To read and eat at the same time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not, if the thing I'm eating is not dangerous for my books.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you read now, and what will you read after?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recently discovered a beautyful collection , edited by Mercure de France, whose name is " The taste of.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each book presents several pieces of great writers speaking about a town. I just read " A taste of Berlin", and I'm reading now "The taste of Rome".Then , I will read a book called "The long falling", written by Keith Ridgway, an irish writer (I like irish litterature very much)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After this loooong translation, I really hope that one of you will accept to answer to one of those questions! Ü&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a good day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3182801413122707912?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3182801413122707912/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3182801413122707912&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3182801413122707912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3182801413122707912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged_20.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShRQR5ShMQI/AAAAAAAAHuU/XC58oKbksQE/s72-c/livre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2937270133436432576</id><published>2009-05-20T17:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:01:42.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littérature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livres'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(For my english readers, translation tomorrow, because the text is very long!...Ü)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenza, de &lt;a href="http://theaujasmin.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Thé au Jasmin", &lt;/a&gt;m'a choisie pour répondre à un questionnaire sur les livres.&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais bien avoir l'avis de &lt;a href="http://toiledecandide.canalblog.com/"&gt;Karine&lt;/a&gt; quand elle rentrera de vacances, si elle a un peu de temps, et l'envie de le faire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShQtXfSm8UI/AAAAAAAAHuM/Q_NHyHAIj8c/s1600-h/BIBLI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337941339900670274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShQtXfSm8UI/AAAAAAAAHuM/Q_NHyHAIj8c/s400/BIBLI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plutôt corne ou marque-page?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis  chartosignopaginophiliste.. c'est-à-dire que je collectionne les marque-pages.J'en ramène de tous mes voyages, j'en ai de toutes les matières, de toutes les tailles, de toutes les formes..600 répertoriés à ce jour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As-tu déjà reçu un livre en cadeau?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plein. Il y en a toujours sur mes listes au Père Noël ou pour mon anniversaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As-tu déjà pensé à écrire un livre?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'en ai déjà écrit un, j'en ai plein d'autres dans la tête.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lis-tu dans ton bain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, je tiens trop à mes livres, et ils n'aiment pas l'humidité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As-tu un livre -culte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La consolation des grands espaces", de Gretel Ehrlich, un recueil de morceaux choisis de Chateaubriand.Et quelques autres..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aimes-tu relire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parfois, et longtemps après.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que penses-tu des séries de plusieurs tomes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le livre est bon, peu importe le nombre de tomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rencontrer ou pas les auteurs des livres qu'on a aimés?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beaucoup de mes auteurs préférés sont morts depuis longtemps. Je lis beaucoup de biographies d'écrivains.Je crois que je préfère garder une certaine distance.Mais j'ai eu le bonheur de souvent croiser J.M.G. Le Clezio, dans une admiration muette. Je n'ai pas envie de le déranger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment choisis-tu tes livres?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selon le pays d'origine, l'auteur,le résumé de  l'histoire, les conseils de ma meilleure amie, qui a les mêmes gouts que moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Une lecture inavouable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adore les bandes dessinées..c'est grave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un livre idéal pour toi serait..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un livre magique dans lequel je me glisserais tous les soirs, où je retrouverais toutes les histoires et  tous les personnages que j'ai aimés, et qui m'isolerait du monde extérieur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aimes-tu parler de tes lectures?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui, avec les gens qui aiment lire aussi, sinon, ça ne sert à rien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les endroits préférés pour lire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peu près n'importe où. Mais un banc confortable au bord de la mer, avec une petite brise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Télé, jeux vidéos, ou livres?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La question ne se pose même pas! livres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lire en musique, en silence, peu importe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lire par-dessus l'épaule?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, la lecture est un plaisir solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lire un livre électronique?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le concept même me choque! un livre NE PEUT PAS être électronique, ou alors , ce n'est pas un livre. Un livre, c'est le toucher du papier, l'odeur et le bruit des pages qui tournent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livres empruntés ou achetés?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achetés.A part dans les livres précieux genre "la Pléïade"ou les livres d'art,  J'écris beaucoup dans mes livres, j'annote, je souligne , je réponds..Et je garde tous les livres que j'aime (d'où de gros problèmes de bibliothèques anarchiques..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lire et manger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui mais alors, rien qui coule ou qui tache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quel est le livre que tu lis actuellement et quel sera le prochain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je viens de découvrir une jolie petite collection, éditée par le Mercure de France, "Le goût de..".&lt;br /&gt;Chaque livre est un recueil d'extraits de grands auteurs qui parlent d'une ville; Après avoir lu "Le goût de Berlin", là je suis dans "Le goût de Rome".Ensuite, ce sera "Mauvaise pente", d'un écrivain irlandais , Keith Ridgway. (J'adore la littérature irlandaise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2937270133436432576?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2937270133436432576/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2937270133436432576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2937270133436432576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2937270133436432576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShQtXfSm8UI/AAAAAAAAHuM/Q_NHyHAIj8c/s72-c/BIBLI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-6807300248695559688</id><published>2009-05-20T08:52:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:52:35.667+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinéma'/><title type='text'>Festival de Cannes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337812030371200610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO3wrwU_mI/AAAAAAAAHt0/zwVjcEdPKAc/s400/CANNES.jpg6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La ville de Cannes est située à 25 kms de chez moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et en ce moment s' y déroule le Festival International du Film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sur le tapis rouge, les vedettes commencent à défiler..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The city of Cannes is 25 kms away from my town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And those days, there is the International Festival of Movies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the red carpet, stars  begin to climb the stairs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO4AO945hI/AAAAAAAAHt8/Y-RwF2qYwiQ/s1600-h/CANNES.jpg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337812297521358354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO4AO945hI/AAAAAAAAHt8/Y-RwF2qYwiQ/s400/CANNES.jpg7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On y croise partout des stars, à en perdre la tête...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stars are everywhere, you almost lose your head...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337811342845439330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO3IqhabWI/AAAAAAAAHtc/254n8WWyHMU/s400/CANNES3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;C'est le moment de prendre un bain de foule..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to dive into the crowd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO3lLBzdvI/AAAAAAAAHts/3agqUJltz7M/s1600-h/CANNES.jpg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337811832607569650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO3lLBzdvI/AAAAAAAAHts/3agqUJltz7M/s400/CANNES.jpg5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. De se glisser au milieu des badauds, des journalistes, des paparazzi,pour se frayer un chemin jusqu'à la plage, et se jeter dans les eaux chaudes de la Méditerranée, bronzer, profiter de la plage.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..To stroll among people, paparazzi, and other journalists, to find a path to the beach, and then find the warm waters of the Mediterranean Sea, or get a tan in the sun, enjoy the beach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO3QdLUbzI/AAAAAAAAHtk/po2HD0Ujn_0/s1600-h/CANNES.jpg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337811476702064434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO3QdLUbzI/AAAAAAAAHtk/po2HD0Ujn_0/s400/CANNES.jpg4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A l'ombre du Palais des Festivals , le Walk of Fame local affiche les empreintes des grands noms du cinéma européen...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the shadow of the palace of the Festivals, the local Walk of Fame shows the prints of the famous names of the European Cinema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337821754200279698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShPAmr11ypI/AAAAAAAAHuE/K6e-o0LOsvc/s400/CANNES2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors je me souviens de belles histoires, de beaux visages, qui m'ont fait rêver, vibrer,imaginer, voyager..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then , I remember beautyful stories, beautyful faces, that made me dream, imagine, travel..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO20QfbhsI/AAAAAAAAHtU/H7nIeSraBaM/s1600-h/CANNES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337810992260417218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO20QfbhsI/AAAAAAAAHtU/H7nIeSraBaM/s400/CANNES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Si vous suivez le Festival à la télé, vous noterez peut-être quelques différences avec mes photos..: A la télé, les gens ne portent pas de manteau, il n'y a pas de sapin sur les marches, pas de vent dans les palmiers..Rien d'étonnant à cela, j'ai pris toutes mes photos le 27 décembre l'année dernière..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parce qu'une ville ne vit pas que pendant un festival international. Il fait bon s'y promener aussi, l'hiver, sur le sable désert, le cheveux dans le vent, sans la foule, sans les journalistes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you look at the tv to get some information about the festival, you may notice some differences with my pictures...:On tv, people don't wear coats, there's no christmas tree on the stairs, there's no wind in the palm trees...Don't be surprised, I took all my pictures at december, 27, last year..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because a town does not live only during a festival. It's also pleasant to stroll there in winter on the desert sand, wind in the hair, without the crowd, with no journalists..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce post est dédié à ../&lt;em&gt;This post is dedicated to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-6807300248695559688?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/6807300248695559688/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=6807300248695559688&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6807300248695559688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6807300248695559688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/festival-de-cannes.html' title='Festival de Cannes'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShO3wrwU_mI/AAAAAAAAHt0/zwVjcEdPKAc/s72-c/CANNES.jpg6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3763815625407345716</id><published>2009-05-19T07:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:10:17.330+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littérature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie/poetry'/><title type='text'>Une belle rencontre / A nice encounter</title><content type='html'>En me promenant dans les rues de Menton dimanche, j'ai découvert cette petite statue.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai tout de suite aimé ce beau visage, cette grande barbe.Le buste paraissait très ancien ,le temps avait déposé sa patine sur le marbre; Je me suis demandée qui était ce Henry Longfellow..&lt;br /&gt;De retour à la maison, j'ai fait quelques recherches sur Google, et j'ai fait une jolie découverte. (Peut-être mes lecteurs Américains se moqueront-ils de mon ignorance..)&lt;br /&gt;Henry Longfellow , né en 1807, est en fait un immense poète américain. Il a aussi été professeur. Ses oeuvres majeures sont "Le chant de Hiawatha" et "Evangeline".&lt;br /&gt;Bien qu'enterré à Cambridge (Massassuchets), il est le premier poète américain à avoir eu son buste dans le Coin des Poètes, dans l'Abbaye de Westminster à Londres.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trouvé quelques citations de lui, parmi lesquelles celles-ci:&lt;br /&gt;"La vie des grands hommes nous rappellle que nous aussi nous pouvons rendre notre vie sublime et laisser derrière nous après la mort des empreintes dans le sable du temps".&lt;br /&gt;"Lis quelque humble poète dont les chants ont jailli du coeur, comme les averse des nuages d'été ou les larmes des paupières".&lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je suis tombée amoureuse de ces mots..&lt;br /&gt;Pour moi, ce fut une merveilleuse rencontre.&lt;br /&gt;Mais un mystère demeure: pourquoi une statue de Longfellow si loin de son pays natal?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShJUrbyq0iI/AAAAAAAAHss/XkC1JpdKTjo/s1600-h/LONGFELLOW.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337421613558845986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShJUrbyq0iI/AAAAAAAAHss/XkC1JpdKTjo/s400/LONGFELLOW.jpg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShJUfV9OxiI/AAAAAAAAHsk/upOUu2UreD0/s1600-h/LONGFELLOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337421405834102306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShJUfV9OxiI/AAAAAAAAHsk/upOUu2UreD0/s400/LONGFELLOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Strolling through the streets of the city of Menton last sunday, I discovered this statue in a small garden. I immediately liked this beautyful face, this large beard... The statue looked very old, was made of marble, and time had put its coat on it.But I wondered who this "Longfellow" was..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back home, I googled the name, and then made a delightful discovery.( Maybe some American readers will laugh at me because of my ignorance)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Born in 1807, Henry Longfellow was a famous American poet. He also was a professor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;His most famous works seem to be "The song of Hiawatha", and "Evangeline".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though buried in Cambridge (Massassuchets), he was the first American poet to have his statue in the Poet's Corner at Westminster Abbay in London.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found some quotes of him, that I tried to translate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The life of the famous men remind us that we also can make our life wonderful, and let behind us, after the death, some tracks in the sand of time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Read some humble poet whose words have spouted out from the heart, like rain did from summer clouds, or tears from eyelids".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I fall in love for those words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me , it 's a great encounter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the mystery remains: why a statue of Longfellow so far away from his home?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3763815625407345716?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3763815625407345716/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3763815625407345716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3763815625407345716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3763815625407345716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/une-belle-rencontre-nice-encounter.html' title='Une belle rencontre / A nice encounter'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShJUrbyq0iI/AAAAAAAAHss/XkC1JpdKTjo/s72-c/LONGFELLOW.jpg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-1912848057667595393</id><published>2009-05-18T07:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:22:41.992+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinéma'/><title type='text'>Goood Moooorning, Eeeeengland!</title><content type='html'>Une époque formidable, les années 60.&lt;br /&gt;Un réalisateur qui a fait un film culte, "Love Actually".&lt;br /&gt;Une bande son qui décoiffe, composée des plus grands morceaux de rock historique.&lt;br /&gt;Une bande d'acteurs géniaux et déjantés, à la tête desquels on retrouve  Mister Cool en personne, Bill Nighy.&lt;br /&gt;A l'arrivée, le film le plus frais, le plus formidable, le plus léger, le plus nostalgique, de ces derniers mois, des images qui vous trottent dans la tête, des répliques cultes, et une énorme dose de bonne humeur!&lt;br /&gt;Courez voir ce film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7ZMhzjMI/AAAAAAAAHsE/PSINi_58IjU/s1600-h/boat9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337041968712355010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7ZMhzjMI/AAAAAAAAHsE/PSINi_58IjU/s400/boat9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7PaPUaTI/AAAAAAAAHr8/2IZgdsMiB3c/s1600-h/boat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337041800594221362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7PaPUaTI/AAAAAAAAHr8/2IZgdsMiB3c/s400/boat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7I1Vf3ZI/AAAAAAAAHr0/oupL3LSEQkY/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337041687608810898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7I1Vf3ZI/AAAAAAAAHr0/oupL3LSEQkY/s400/boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7BS4F-YI/AAAAAAAAHrs/yE0D-WpRwcw/s1600-h/boat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337041558099589506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7BS4F-YI/AAAAAAAAHrs/yE0D-WpRwcw/s400/boat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD67UoO-LI/AAAAAAAAHrk/i57glTZzETc/s1600-h/boat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337041455490726066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD67UoO-LI/AAAAAAAAHrk/i57glTZzETc/s400/boat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD6zcTf4aI/AAAAAAAAHrc/v8WlOzb34UI/s1600-h/boat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337041320112284066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD6zcTf4aI/AAAAAAAAHrc/v8WlOzb34UI/s400/boat5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;A wonderful time, the sixties.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A director that made a cult movie, "Love actually".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A soundtrack made of the best pieces of rock and roll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabulous and mad actors, among which  Mister Cool himself, Bill Nighy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All together, those things make the most refreshing, the most wonderful, the lighter, the most nostalgic movie of those last months.Plenty of pictures will stay in a little corner of your mind, you won't forget some of the quotes , and you'll take a pretty dose of happyness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run to see this film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-1912848057667595393?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/1912848057667595393/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=1912848057667595393&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1912848057667595393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1912848057667595393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/goood-moooorning-eeeeengland.html' title='Goood Moooorning, Eeeeengland!'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ShD7ZMhzjMI/AAAAAAAAHsE/PSINi_58IjU/s72-c/boat9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2044946974514728001</id><published>2009-05-16T13:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:22:36.883+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Réflexion'/><title type='text'>Deux jours /Two days</title><content type='html'>Deux jours pour prendre le temps, pour lire, pour flâner, pour marcher, pour se reposer , pour rêver...&lt;br /&gt;Bon week-end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sg6vesPJTrI/AAAAAAAAHq8/iuwxq8g26WA/s1600-h/IMG_7419aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336395550286237362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sg6vesPJTrI/AAAAAAAAHq8/iuwxq8g26WA/s400/IMG_7419aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Two days to take time, to read, to stroll, to walk, to rest, to dream...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a nice and peaceful week-end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2044946974514728001?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2044946974514728001/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2044946974514728001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2044946974514728001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2044946974514728001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/deux-jours-two-days.html' title='Deux jours /Two days'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sg6vesPJTrI/AAAAAAAAHq8/iuwxq8g26WA/s72-c/IMG_7419aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-8043591822769886292</id><published>2009-05-15T09:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:14:15.474+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>324 mètres, 10 100 tonnes, 20 000 ampoules, 60 tonnes de peinture..et 120 ans!&lt;br /&gt;Bon anniversaire à notre chère Vieille Dame!&lt;br /&gt;Pour une visite virtuelle, &lt;a href="http://www.tour-eiffel.fr/"&gt;http://www.tour-eiffel.fr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sg0h5RZM6dI/AAAAAAAAHqU/PrN8_1GeQsY/s1600-h/toureiffel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335958401309272530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sg0h5RZM6dI/AAAAAAAAHqU/PrN8_1GeQsY/s400/toureiffel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 324 meters, 10 100 tons, 20 000 blisters, 60 tons of painting, ...and 120 years !&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to our dear Old Lady!&lt;br /&gt;For a virtual visit, &lt;a href="http://www.tour-eiffel.fr/"&gt;http://www.tour-eiffel.fr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-8043591822769886292?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/8043591822769886292/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=8043591822769886292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8043591822769886292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8043591822769886292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sg0h5RZM6dI/AAAAAAAAHqU/PrN8_1GeQsY/s72-c/toureiffel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-8267799189754574321</id><published>2009-05-14T07:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:22:49.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>"Indisciplines"</title><content type='html'>Pendant un mois, la ville de Nice va être le lieu d'exposition d'un festival d'art contemporain nommé "Indisciplines".&lt;br /&gt;Le but est de disséminer à travers la ville des oeuvres d'art, et de donner envie aux gens d'aller les chercher.&lt;br /&gt;Les oeuvres sont en elles-mêmes inhabituelles, et de surcroît disposées dans des endroits publics qui ne sont pas prévus pour ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime le principe d'une espèce de "chasse au trésor", qui pousse les gens à explorer la ville avec un regard neuf, avec une curiosité nouvelle, et je vais donc m'y adonner avec plaisir;&lt;br /&gt;Par contre, je ne sais pas si je serai toujours  sensible  ou réceptive aux oeuvres présentées.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toutes n'ont pas encore été installées . J'ai trouvé la première hier, sur la Place Masséna.Il s'agit d'un travail de l'artiste Johanna Fournier, appelé "Spin Off Blokus".&lt;br /&gt;J'avoue ne pas être séduite. Et vous?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0twbRBhI/AAAAAAAAHps/TvZFG1P6R-Q/s1600-h/IMG_8464aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335556881736861202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0twbRBhI/AAAAAAAAHps/TvZFG1P6R-Q/s400/IMG_8464aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0knVGOmI/AAAAAAAAHpk/yDaurI__kpA/s1600-h/IMG_8481aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335556724676246114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0knVGOmI/AAAAAAAAHpk/yDaurI__kpA/s400/IMG_8481aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0bXbLonI/AAAAAAAAHpc/B_dBns0R1x8/s1600-h/IMG_8476aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335556565787976306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0bXbLonI/AAAAAAAAHpc/B_dBns0R1x8/s400/IMG_8476aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0R5_LNaI/AAAAAAAAHpU/dnXOXsqcdBc/s1600-h/IMG_8473aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335556403267057058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0R5_LNaI/AAAAAAAAHpU/dnXOXsqcdBc/s400/IMG_8473aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0HmT30aI/AAAAAAAAHpM/rW7Pl2fJmGU/s1600-h/IMG_8471aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335556226186465698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0HmT30aI/AAAAAAAAHpM/rW7Pl2fJmGU/s400/IMG_8471aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sguz_iRMb-I/AAAAAAAAHpE/shkEeQREGpg/s1600-h/IMG_8470aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335556087662538722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sguz_iRMb-I/AAAAAAAAHpE/shkEeQREGpg/s400/IMG_8470aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sguz1eXSC_I/AAAAAAAAHo8/5hESQ5BamB8/s1600-h/IMG_8469aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335555914815638514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sguz1eXSC_I/AAAAAAAAHo8/5hESQ5BamB8/s400/IMG_8469aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; During a month, there will be an exhibition of modern art in our town. The exhibition is called "Indisciplines".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The idea is to put works of art all over the city, in order to make the people walk to look for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pieces of art are very unusual, and they are put in unusual public places.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like this idea of a kind of "treasure hunt", that will oblige us to explore our town and to look at it with a new curiosity, and new eyes. And I will enjoy to do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not sure that I'll like the things I'll find.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the artworks are not ready yet, but I found this one yesterday, on the main place of Nice, the Place Masséna.The artist is Johanna Fournier, and her work is called "Spin Off Blokus".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must admit I don't like it. What do you think?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-8267799189754574321?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/8267799189754574321/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=8267799189754574321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8267799189754574321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8267799189754574321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/indisciplines.html' title='&quot;Indisciplines&quot;'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgu0twbRBhI/AAAAAAAAHps/TvZFG1P6R-Q/s72-c/IMG_8464aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3178282382790117521</id><published>2009-05-13T07:48:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:27:30.625+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Entre chien et loup / Between dog and wolf</title><content type='html'>C'est cette heure étrange où le ciel change la lumière sans nous le faire savoir.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's this strange time when the sky changes the light but does not tell it to us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgpuWj_LZLI/AAAAAAAAHoU/CRrBror5aOI/s1600-h/IMG_8130aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335198042470180018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgpuWj_LZLI/AAAAAAAAHoU/CRrBror5aOI/s400/IMG_8130aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Des cercles d'or commencent à jalonner la ville , comme autant de repères sur le bleu du ciel devenu océan .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden circles begin to mark out the town, like so much reference marks on the blue of the sky, that slowly looks like an ocean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgpuGHUFTCI/AAAAAAAAHoM/tXqP-1QRp6o/s1600-h/IMG_8136aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335197759895325730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgpuGHUFTCI/AAAAAAAAHoM/tXqP-1QRp6o/s400/IMG_8136aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plus tout à fait le jour, pas tout à fait la nuit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not the night yet, not the day anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgpt0gpe-YI/AAAAAAAAHoE/HXHMnVwvhoE/s1600-h/IMG_8137aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335197457458329986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgpt0gpe-YI/AAAAAAAAHoE/HXHMnVwvhoE/s400/IMG_8137aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L'heure où ce qui était familier devient soudain plus grand, où les ombres qui le jour sont des refuges contre le soleil, deviennent autant de menaces secrètes que l'on fuit au milieu des places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time when all that was familiar suddenly becomes taller, the time when the shadows become secret threats from which one's escapes by walking in the middle of places. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgptmZHXVOI/AAAAAAAAHn8/v2vRK9xY4r8/s1600-h/IMG_8140aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335197214918005986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgptmZHXVOI/AAAAAAAAHn8/v2vRK9xY4r8/s400/IMG_8140aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ce moment spécial durant lequel, disait-on dans les temps anciens, où l'on peut encore voir une silhouette mais sans plus distinguer le chien du loup, où l'animal fidèle qui sert de guide ressemble à s'y méprendre à celui qui symbolise la peur et le cauchemar...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This special moment during which , as they said in the ancient times, you can see a silhouette, but can't guess if it's a dog or a wolf, if you see the faithful friend that guides you or the beast that means fear and nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgptVHlKHrI/AAAAAAAAHn0/hA5ggv0xVZM/s1600-h/IMG_8145aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335196918153354930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgptVHlKHrI/AAAAAAAAHn0/hA5ggv0xVZM/s400/IMG_8145aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Ce moment délicieux, où, lorsque reviennent les beaux jours, on se glisse hors des habitations pour redécouvrir le plaisir interdit d'aller marcher dehors, la nuit..&lt;br /&gt;En bravant inconsciemment les peurs ancestrales, on frissonne de bonheur , ou peut-être à cause de cette petite brise qu'on sent derrière son cou, et qui ressemble au souffle du fantôme d'un loup..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...This delicious moment, when, as the beautyful days come back, we get out from the houses and discover again the forbidden pleasure to go to walk, during the night..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Braving unconsciously the ancestral fears, we feel so happy that we shiver, or maybe, it's because of this little breeze we feel behind our neck, that makes us think of the breath of the ghost of a wolf...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3178282382790117521?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3178282382790117521/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3178282382790117521&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3178282382790117521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3178282382790117521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/entre-chien-et-loup-between-dog-and.html' title='Entre chien et loup / Between dog and wolf'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgpuWj_LZLI/AAAAAAAAHoU/CRrBror5aOI/s72-c/IMG_8130aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-1309848240281278776</id><published>2009-05-12T07:40:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:39:35.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfance/ Childhood'/><title type='text'>N° 6</title><content type='html'>Certaines fantasment sur le N°5, moi, c'était le N°6....&lt;br /&gt;Cliquez sur le lien, cela vous rappellera quelques souvenirs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgkbHfKmHTI/AAAAAAAAHmk/CqV5g295Nj0/s1600-h/IMG_8461AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334825049036037426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgkbHfKmHTI/AAAAAAAAHmk/CqV5g295Nj0/s400/IMG_8461AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnrPWxDtzsE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnrPWxDtzsE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leprisonnier.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.leprisonnier.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824890745124370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sgka-RfGdhI/AAAAAAAAHmc/9a0ZhD_gPNk/s400/IMG_8462AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some girls dreamed about having N° 5 , I wanted N°6...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click on the link for some memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For those who don't know, N°5 is a famous perfume by Chanel, and N° 6 was the hero of a TV show in the 70ies.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-1309848240281278776?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/1309848240281278776/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=1309848240281278776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1309848240281278776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1309848240281278776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/n-6.html' title='N° 6'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgkbHfKmHTI/AAAAAAAAHmk/CqV5g295Nj0/s72-c/IMG_8461AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-4162282252145725846</id><published>2009-05-11T09:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:27:37.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade/Stroll'/><title type='text'>Provence</title><content type='html'>Tout est là : le toit aux tuiles rondes, le mas avec sa petite tour..&lt;br /&gt;Dans le jardin, des cyprès, des lauriers , des oliviers, des figuiers chargés de fruits presque mûrs..&lt;br /&gt;Le paysage s'allonge en pente douce et va se cogner sur la chaîne des Maures avant de rebondir vers la Méditerranée, juste derrière, et de s'y plonger avec volupté.&lt;br /&gt;L'air n'est rempli que du chant des tourterelles et du cri strident des hirondelles, nerveuses de sentir venir l'orage..&lt;br /&gt;On distingue au loin les sonnailles d'un troupeau de moutons en train de paître..&lt;br /&gt;C'est un dimanche, calme, en Provence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgfdPa30UmI/AAAAAAAAHmU/lACbbrPkzJY/s1600-h/IMG_8267VAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334475540624855650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgfdPa30UmI/AAAAAAAAHmU/lACbbrPkzJY/s400/IMG_8267VAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Everything is there : the roof with the round tiles, the typical house, called a "mas", with its little tower..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the garden, cypress-trees, laurel trees, olive trees and fig-trees, loaded of almost mature fruits..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The landscape is lengthening slowly till the small mountains called "the Maures", and then, goes to dive into the Mediterranean Sea, just behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The air is filled with the song of the turtle -doves and the shrill sound of the swallows, which know that the storm is about to rage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the faraway, the bells of some pasturing sheeps can be heard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a peaceful sunday , in Provence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-4162282252145725846?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/4162282252145725846/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=4162282252145725846&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4162282252145725846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4162282252145725846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/provence.html' title='Provence'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgfdPa30UmI/AAAAAAAAHmU/lACbbrPkzJY/s72-c/IMG_8267VAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-252872331416376731</id><published>2009-05-10T17:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:58:44.386+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fontaines / Fountains'/><title type='text'>Vert et frais... / Green and fresh...</title><content type='html'>...Comme l'eau d'une vieille fontaine ,oubliée au bord d'une petite route de campagne, à l'ombre des grands arbres,et à laquelle plus personne ne vient s'abreuver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgcGi8onrII/AAAAAAAAHl0/m6BTiWPZy2I/s1600-h/IMG_8257AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334239481105460354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgcGi8onrII/AAAAAAAAHl0/m6BTiWPZy2I/s400/IMG_8257AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; ...Like the water of an old fountain, lost on the side  of a narrow country road, in the shadow of the tall trees, and where noone comes to drink anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-252872331416376731?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/252872331416376731/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=252872331416376731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/252872331416376731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/252872331416376731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/vert-et-frais-green-and-fresh.html' title='Vert et frais... / Green and fresh...'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgcGi8onrII/AAAAAAAAHl0/m6BTiWPZy2I/s72-c/IMG_8257AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5652310827017934249</id><published>2009-05-08T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:22:17.649+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Moonlight Serenade</title><content type='html'>Bon week-end! / &lt;em&gt;Good week-end!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgR4HDFIcGI/AAAAAAAAHk8/ISuFcEEHRcU/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333519921194758242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgR4HDFIcGI/AAAAAAAAHk8/ISuFcEEHRcU/s400/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5652310827017934249?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5652310827017934249/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5652310827017934249&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5652310827017934249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5652310827017934249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/moonlight-serenade.html' title='Moonlight Serenade'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgR4HDFIcGI/AAAAAAAAHk8/ISuFcEEHRcU/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3536843335866140391</id><published>2009-05-08T12:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:37:52.638+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><title type='text'>Joli mois de Mai / Pretty May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;J' ai été très occupée hier, aussi n'ai-je ouvert mon ordinateur que fort tard!&lt;br /&gt;Et là, comme dans un joli conte avant de m'endormir, j'ai découvert ceci, offert par Karine, qui tient un blog si poétique, &lt;a href="http://toiledecandide.canalblog.com/"&gt;"La toile de Candide"!&lt;/a&gt;; Merci, Karine, Je suis très touchée!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was very busy yesterday, so I opened my blog only late in the evening, and I had the pleasure to discover this! It comes from Karine, who has a very poetic blog, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://toiledecandide.canalblog.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La Toile de Candide"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Thank you so much, Karine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toiledecandide.canalblog.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333421544260813474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgQeowcUwqI/AAAAAAAAHkk/G9WNek41s9o/s400/award+karine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MAIS (car il y a un "mais"..) je dois à mon tour choisir 8 ou 10 personnes dont j'aime les blogs, leur transmettre cet award, et leur laisser un petit commentaire pour les avertir.&lt;br /&gt;Mon souci n'est pas de trouver des blogs(ça, non! Ü).&lt;br /&gt;Mon souci, c'est que&lt;br /&gt;1)L'une des personnes à qui je souhaite offrir un award a déjà celui-là.&lt;br /&gt;2)Cet award est très féminin, et il y a quelques messieurs parmi ceux à qui je souhaite faire plaisir.&lt;br /&gt;Donc, je transmettrai le même award, à trois dames, et le award ci-dessous, créé par mes soins, aux autres personnes à qui je souhaite faire plaisir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT (there's always a "but"..) now it's my turn to choose 8 or 10 people to offer this award;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My problem is that:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) One of the persons already has this award.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) This award is very feminine , and I'd like to offer an award to some gentlemen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, the first award will go to three ladies, and the following award, that I created myself, will go to one misses and the messrs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346774923454992082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SjOPduaATtI/AAAAAAAAH0c/jgO6hXH1MHo/s400/Mon_Award_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;****************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Je partage une jolie tasse de thé avec/&lt;em&gt; I share a cup of tea with:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://postcardsfromthenorthwest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paulie,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pour la soutenir, car elle a perdu son appareil photo, et elle a besoin d'encouragements./ &lt;em&gt;To encourage her, because she lost her camera and I' d like to encourage her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://strollingthroughgeorgia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dot&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; notre Cheer-leader, car elle pousse à nous dépasser./ &lt;em&gt;our Cheer-leader, because she obliges us to give the best of ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://notsolongago.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mérédith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, qui écrit merveilleusement bien./ &lt;em&gt;who writes in such a wonderful way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;**************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Et j'offre mon award ailé à :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I offer my winged award to:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://toiledecandide.canalblog.com/"&gt;Karine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, dont j'adore le monde poétique, et qui me transporte chaque semaine dans de merveilleux univers./ &lt;em&gt;whose poetic world I adore, and who brings me every week in fabulous universes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://visualnorway.blogspot.com/"&gt;RuneE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, et &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cluelessinboston.com/"&gt;Jim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, deux VRAIS photographes, (pas comme moi!)qui chaque jour nous offrent de merveilleuses images et dont j'apprends beaucoup./ &lt;em&gt;Two REAL photographers (not like me!) who offer us every day wonderful pictures, and from who I learn a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amsterdamdailyphoto.com/"&gt;Marc,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; qui partage avec nous les splendeurs d'Amsterdam./ &lt;em&gt;who shares with us the splendors of Amsterdam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokyosnapphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nobu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Le Fidèle, qui me fait découvrir chaque jour de nouveaux aspects de son passionnant pays./ &lt;em&gt;my faithful blogfriend, who every day ,makes me discover new aspects of his marvellous country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merci à vous tous qui me faites rêver, découvrir, apprendre, progresser..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank to all of you. You make me dream, discover, learn and progress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3536843335866140391?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3536843335866140391/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3536843335866140391&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3536843335866140391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3536843335866140391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/joli-mois-de-mai-pretty-may.html' title='Joli mois de Mai / Pretty May'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgQeowcUwqI/AAAAAAAAHkk/G9WNek41s9o/s72-c/award+karine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-201481150256482158</id><published>2009-05-07T09:02:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:27:35.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Réflexion'/><title type='text'>Etre jeune../ To be young..</title><content type='html'>...C'est n'avoir peur de rien, s'amuser de tout,découvrir par soi-même,  ne pas tenir compte du danger, aimer le braver même, ne pas douter,se sentir libre,  se sentir éternel, ....&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...That means feeling no fear, enjoying  everything, discovering the world, not taking care about danger, and even looking for it, that means also having no doubt, feeling free, feeling eternal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332991773654791186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKXw0LGNBI/AAAAAAAAHi8/b1Pd5PfwT9A/s400/IMG_7728aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKYRDPsLbI/AAAAAAAAHjU/xfVK4VKppPY/s1600-h/IMG_7723aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332992327456402866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKYRDPsLbI/AAAAAAAAHjU/xfVK4VKppPY/s400/IMG_7723aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKYHx51rPI/AAAAAAAAHjM/ldPqkt07PIM/s1600-h/IMG_7725aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332992168182525170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKYHx51rPI/AAAAAAAAHjM/ldPqkt07PIM/s400/IMG_7725aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKX90VjU6I/AAAAAAAAHjE/IgvNUgAaRqg/s1600-h/IMG_7726aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332991997036942242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKX90VjU6I/AAAAAAAAHjE/IgvNUgAaRqg/s400/IMG_7726aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKXoDbwKNI/AAAAAAAAHi0/W14lIlt8S08/s1600-h/IMG_7729aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332991623132358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKXoDbwKNI/AAAAAAAAHi0/W14lIlt8S08/s400/IMG_7729aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKXdbWpBMI/AAAAAAAAHis/4-TeUytKN4g/s1600-h/IMG_7730aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332991440574809282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKXdbWpBMI/AAAAAAAAHis/4-TeUytKN4g/s400/IMG_7730aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332993096321172562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKY9zfVhFI/AAAAAAAAHjc/1v0XASguWdo/s400/IMG_7727aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... Etre jeune, c'est aussi ignorer que tout ça ne durera pas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...To be young , it's also to ignore that all this won't last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKXT2IMw5I/AAAAAAAAHik/r_UT-lEULxs/s1600-h/IMG_7737aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332991275963302802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKXT2IMw5I/AAAAAAAAHik/r_UT-lEULxs/s400/IMG_7737aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..Et à cause de cette ignorance, ne jamais assez en profiter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And because of that ignorance, never enjoy it enough..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-201481150256482158?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/201481150256482158/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=201481150256482158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/201481150256482158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/201481150256482158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/etre-jeune-to-be-young.html' title='Etre jeune../ To be young..'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgKXw0LGNBI/AAAAAAAAHi8/b1Pd5PfwT9A/s72-c/IMG_7728aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2581657344380437316</id><published>2009-05-06T08:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:11:21.058+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nourriture/ Food'/><title type='text'>Pas le temps de bloguer / No time for blogging</title><content type='html'>Pas le temps de bloguer aujourd'hui, je dois nourrir ma famille!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors , partons dans la vieille ville faire quelques courses...&lt;br /&gt;Première halte, le fromager, pour un morceau de gorgonzola..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No time for blogging today, I've got to feed my family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let's go to the old town for some purchase...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First stop for the cheese shop, I need some gorgonzola...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFBotqN1TI/AAAAAAAAHiM/9N7PZlx_Sh8/s1600-h/IMG_7212AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332615601490613554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFBotqN1TI/AAAAAAAAHiM/9N7PZlx_Sh8/s400/IMG_7212AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Désolée, il y a un peu d'attente à la boucherie..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, We'll have to wait for a while at the butchery..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332619076960019842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFEzAysZYI/AAAAAAAAHiU/3uQLxNRjDm0/s400/IMG_7215AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelques douceurs pour accompagner le dessert, des "choupettes" (rien que le nom est déjà délicieux..)&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some cakes to eat with the dessert, called "choupettes"(even the name sounds delicious..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFBfJEmh6I/AAAAAAAAHiE/GkZglHtISr4/s1600-h/IMG_7242AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332615437050349474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFBfJEmh6I/AAAAAAAAHiE/GkZglHtISr4/s400/IMG_7242AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et les premières fraises, bien rouges, à déguster avec de la crème fraîche!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the first strawberries, so beautyfully red, to prepare with fresh cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFBSoFSHeI/AAAAAAAAHh8/qwbXIenju3c/s1600-h/IMG_8025AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332615222036405730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFBSoFSHeI/AAAAAAAAHh8/qwbXIenju3c/s400/IMG_8025AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ajoutons quelques légumes, des épices..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's also take some vegetables and spices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFA9IMGcAI/AAAAAAAAHh0/yCimUDZS9vg/s1600-h/IMG_8027AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332614852697812994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFA9IMGcAI/AAAAAAAAHh0/yCimUDZS9vg/s400/IMG_8027AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et des jolies fleurs pour décorer la table!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And some pretty flowers to decorate the table!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFAt2VmvCI/AAAAAAAAHhs/9WyNmgIu0m4/s1600-h/IMG_8058aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332614590207802402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFAt2VmvCI/AAAAAAAAHhs/9WyNmgIu0m4/s400/IMG_8058aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vous êtes les bienvenus pour partager le repas!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're welcome to share the meal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2581657344380437316?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2581657344380437316/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2581657344380437316&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2581657344380437316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2581657344380437316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/pas-le-temps-de-bloguer-no-time-for.html' title='Pas le temps de bloguer / No time for blogging'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgFBotqN1TI/AAAAAAAAHiM/9N7PZlx_Sh8/s72-c/IMG_7212AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3681750100313694259</id><published>2009-05-05T12:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:35:38.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade/Stroll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Villefranche-sur-Mer'/><title type='text'>De l'autre côté.. / On the other side ..</title><content type='html'>De l'autre côté de la colline, c'est la rade de Villefranche qui offre son écrin argenté.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the other side of the hill, there's the harbour of Villefranche that offers its silver shelter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdn-vfz3I/AAAAAAAAHg0/qAVjEGmyLko/s1600-h/IMG_0498AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294531500986226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdn-vfz3I/AAAAAAAAHg0/qAVjEGmyLko/s400/IMG_0498AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Villefranche se love tout au fond de la baie, à l'abri des vagues et du vent.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Villefranche is cowering in the depth of the bay, far from the waves and the wind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdeFq6w6I/AAAAAAAAHgs/0ho1INRu36c/s1600-h/IMG_0497AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294361562137506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdeFq6w6I/AAAAAAAAHgs/0ho1INRu36c/s400/IMG_0497AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C'est un bouquet de toits roses, de murs ocres soulignés de volets verts.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a bouquet of pink roofs, of colorful walls underlined by green shutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdQl7bK0I/AAAAAAAAHgk/fpslpeRe1bI/s1600-h/IMG_0775AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294129703136066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdQl7bK0I/AAAAAAAAHgk/fpslpeRe1bI/s400/IMG_0775AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdEk1C_DI/AAAAAAAAHgc/wiTDDJ792Bg/s1600-h/IMG_0794AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332293923249519666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdEk1C_DI/AAAAAAAAHgc/wiTDDJ792Bg/s400/IMG_0794AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAc5qnshfI/AAAAAAAAHgU/24PUDeIwP30/s1600-h/IMG_0795aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332293735825573362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAc5qnshfI/AAAAAAAAHgU/24PUDeIwP30/s400/IMG_0795aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comme un petit bout d'Italie égaré de l'autre côté de la frontière..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a little piece of Italy lost on the other side of the border...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3681750100313694259?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3681750100313694259/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3681750100313694259&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3681750100313694259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3681750100313694259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-lautre-cote-on-other-side.html' title='De l&apos;autre côté.. / On the other side ..'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SgAdn-vfz3I/AAAAAAAAHg0/qAVjEGmyLko/s72-c/IMG_0498AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2569902125624193919</id><published>2009-05-04T08:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:10:59.056+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Réflexion'/><title type='text'>Vue d'en haut / From above</title><content type='html'>Au petit matin, la ville encore engourdie se réveille doucement.&lt;br /&gt;Les derniers nuages s'étirent avant  d'aller se cacher derrière les montagnes.&lt;br /&gt;Ils jouent un peu avec les premières taches de soleil, comme des enfants qui ne veulent pas laisser leur terrain de jeu à de nouveaux arrivants.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early in the morning, the city is slowly awakening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last clouds are stretching a last time before going to hide behind the mountains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They play a little time with the first spots of sunslight, like children that don't want to leave the garden where other kids arrive to play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf6eEoAd8fI/AAAAAAAAHf0/wypKrVd7TQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0487aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331872811149292018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf6eEoAd8fI/AAAAAAAAHf0/wypKrVd7TQ4/s400/IMG_0487aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En regardant vers le nord, on a du mal à imaginer que la mer est juste là, de l'autre côté, et qu'il suffit de tourner la tête vers la gauche pour l'apercevoir.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking to the north, it's difficult to believe that the sea is just there, on the other side, and that you have only to turn your head to the left to discover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf6d3qN4f6I/AAAAAAAAHfs/X6AAgW7Scf4/s1600-h/IMG_0485AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331872588404129698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf6d3qN4f6I/AAAAAAAAHfs/X6AAgW7Scf4/s400/IMG_0485AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aux temps préhistoriques, tout ce que l'on voit était sous l'eau, et la petite colline tout à fait à gauche, c'était une île!...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the prehistoric times, all what you see was under water, and the little hill on the left was an island!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf6dschVUMI/AAAAAAAAHfk/JQsBSzLpaw0/s1600-h/IMG_0526AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331872395749052610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf6dschVUMI/AAAAAAAAHfk/JQsBSzLpaw0/s400/IMG_0526AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aujourd'hui, la même petite colline résonne comme un dernier echo aux montagnes qui enserrent la ville, et constitue le meilleur point de repère pour les marins qui cherchent l'entrée du port.&lt;br /&gt;Seul le temps pourra dire à quoi elle servira dans quelques siècles.&lt;br /&gt;Vus d'en haut, le temps et l'espace deviennent tout petits, et nous encore bien plus...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, the same little hill is like a last echo of the mountains that are surrounding the city. And it's used as the perfect reference mark for the sailors who are looking for the entrance of the harbour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only time knows what will be the use of this hill in some centuries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seen from above, time and space are becoming much smaller, and so do we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2569902125624193919?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2569902125624193919/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2569902125624193919&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2569902125624193919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2569902125624193919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/vue-den-haut-from-above.html' title='Vue d&apos;en haut / From above'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf6eEoAd8fI/AAAAAAAAHf0/wypKrVd7TQ4/s72-c/IMG_0487aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-4505728473803771540</id><published>2009-05-03T10:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:18:39.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><title type='text'>Un dimanche ensoleillé /Sunny sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf1gLcCC3jI/AAAAAAAAHe8/GzmMymnQ8hM/s1600-h/tortue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331523283496132146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf1gLcCC3jI/AAAAAAAAHe8/GzmMymnQ8hM/s400/tortue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mon amie Kenza, de &lt;a href="http://theaujasmin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thé au Jasmin&lt;/a&gt;, a ensoleillé mon dimanche avec ce joli cadeau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus qu'une récompense, j'y vois un témoignage de gentillesse et d'amitié. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merci à toi, Kenza, et rendez-vous dans un an pour le deuxième anniversaire de ton joli blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend Kenza, from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://theaujasmin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thé au Jasmin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, made my sunday sunny with this sweet gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than an award, I see there an evidence of kindness and frienship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you so much, Kenza, and rendez-vous next year, for the second birthday of your lovely blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-4505728473803771540?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/4505728473803771540/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=4505728473803771540&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4505728473803771540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4505728473803771540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-dimanche-ensoleille-sunny-sunday.html' title='Un dimanche ensoleillé /Sunny sunday'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sf1gLcCC3jI/AAAAAAAAHe8/GzmMymnQ8hM/s72-c/tortue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2601707428899725613</id><published>2009-05-02T09:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:53:38.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monde maritime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie/poetry'/><title type='text'>Haïku</title><content type='html'>Une corde dans l'eau.&lt;br /&gt;Le bateau prisonnier&lt;br /&gt;rêve de grand large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfwEN2_IQoI/AAAAAAAAHec/idpy_n41tvY/s1600-h/IMG_7481aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331140695044932226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfwEN2_IQoI/AAAAAAAAHec/idpy_n41tvY/s400/IMG_7481aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rope in the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The prisonner boat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreams to sail abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2601707428899725613?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2601707428899725613/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2601707428899725613&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2601707428899725613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2601707428899725613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/haiku.html' title='Haïku'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfwEN2_IQoI/AAAAAAAAHec/idpy_n41tvY/s72-c/IMG_7481aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-876079925252101684</id><published>2009-05-01T10:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:53:53.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Tradition du 1er Mai / 1rst May tradition</title><content type='html'>Un petit brin de muguet pour vous souhaiter beaucoup de bonheur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfq9ZXXtiOI/AAAAAAAAHd8/jDdSyEqlvEE/s1600-h/IMG_7858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330781352414251234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfq9ZXXtiOI/AAAAAAAAHd8/jDdSyEqlvEE/s400/IMG_7858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; A little stalk of lili-of-the-valley, to wish you a lot of happyness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-876079925252101684?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/876079925252101684/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=876079925252101684&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/876079925252101684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/876079925252101684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/05/bonheur-happyness.html' title='Tradition du 1er Mai / 1rst May tradition'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfq9ZXXtiOI/AAAAAAAAHd8/jDdSyEqlvEE/s72-c/IMG_7858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-232891583908975175</id><published>2009-04-30T09:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:48:40.621+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Une parfaite lessive / A perfect laundry</title><content type='html'>Prendre un paysage normal.&lt;br /&gt;Le laver à grande eau pendant deux jours, à l'aide d'une pluie battante, bien grise et continue.&lt;br /&gt;Le secouer à l'aide de rafales de vent venant de l'est.&lt;br /&gt;Puis l'exposer à la lumière.&lt;br /&gt;Le faire sécher à plein soleil, en utilisant cette fois de grands vents de l'ouest.&lt;br /&gt;Résultat: des bleus si bleus que l'on n'osait en rêver....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfljLPZUUII/AAAAAAAAHdM/YnQiydqXZxc/s1600-h/IMG_7697aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330400678732124290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfljLPZUUII/AAAAAAAAHdM/YnQiydqXZxc/s400/IMG_7697aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfljBm-IKPI/AAAAAAAAHdE/Arw8C44PfEo/s1600-h/IMG_7705aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330400513261840626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfljBm-IKPI/AAAAAAAAHdE/Arw8C44PfEo/s400/IMG_7705aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfli55p60eI/AAAAAAAAHc8/wRDa_EBLMFk/s1600-h/IMG_7706aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330400380838400482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfli55p60eI/AAAAAAAAHc8/wRDa_EBLMFk/s400/IMG_7706aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SflirsANXjI/AAAAAAAAHc0/FqyJDlPVOG4/s1600-h/IMG_7710aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330400136655625778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SflirsANXjI/AAAAAAAAHc0/FqyJDlPVOG4/s400/IMG_7710aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a normal skyline.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wash it during two days with strongly pouring grey rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shake it with powerful eastern winds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then put it in the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dry it in the sun, but this time ,use strong western winds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Result: kinds of blue so blue that you did not dare to dream it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-232891583908975175?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/232891583908975175/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=232891583908975175&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/232891583908975175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/232891583908975175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/une-parfaite-lessive-perfect-laundry.html' title='Une parfaite lessive / A perfect laundry'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfljLPZUUII/AAAAAAAAHdM/YnQiydqXZxc/s72-c/IMG_7697aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3590619533046701386</id><published>2009-04-29T09:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:31:59.288+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monde maritime'/><title type='text'>L'outil du pêcheur / The fisherman's tool</title><content type='html'>Mon grand-père était pêcheur.&lt;br /&gt;Il quittait le port le matin, lorsqu'il faisait encore nuit.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivé à un endroit connu de lui seul, il prenait son filet et dans un large geste magnifique remontant à la nuit des temps, il le lançait sur la mer.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My grand-father was a fisherman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He left the port very early in the morning, when the night was still there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he reached a special point of the sea that he was the only one to know, he took his fillet, and with a large and wonderful gesture that came from his ancestors, he threw it on the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfgTAABoVHI/AAAAAAAAHcU/NtLLnJkVF7Q/s1600-h/IMG_7488aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330031049720747122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfgTAABoVHI/AAAAAAAAHcU/NtLLnJkVF7Q/s400/IMG_7488aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Il y avait alors un moment magique, très court, durant lequel le filet restait à la surface de l'eau. Il aplanissait les vagues et dessinait sur elles un quadrillage ephémère .Puis soudain, le filet s'enfonçait dans l'eau, silencieusement, dans une aspiration définitive.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a very short and magic moment, during which the fillet remained on the surface of the sea. It made the waves flat and an ephemeral drawning of small squares appeared. Then suddenly, the fillet flew silently into the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfgSgo03ZtI/AAAAAAAAHcE/U70_NcdIQSg/s1600-h/IMG_7491aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330030510917248722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfgSgo03ZtI/AAAAAAAAHcE/U70_NcdIQSg/s400/IMG_7491aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Après la pêche, il y avait tout un rituel sorcier et mystérieux autour de ces filets:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;il fallait les démêler, mais comment les pêcheurs s'y retrouvaient-ils?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il fallait ensuite les faire bouillir dans de gros chaudrons remplis d'étranges mixtures à base d'écorce de pins , qui dégageaient une odeur très spéciale mais qui en déposant la sève cuite sur les filets, les rendaient plus resistants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfin, il fallait recoudre les filets. Et là, on voyait sur les ports ces vieux hommes, assis en rond, , armés d'étranges instruments, faire des noeuds dans leurs filets tout en discutant dans une langue étrange qui n'était autre que leur dialecte natal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the fishing, there were a lot of ritual and mysterious things to do with those fillets: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, the fishermen had to disentangle them, but how did they do that?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, they put the fillet in boiling water mixed with pines barks. It has a strange smell but the boiled sap sticked to the fillets and made them more stronger and protected them against rip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last, fishermen had to sew their fillets to repair them.Then, you could see those old men, sitting in a circle together, making strange knots in their fillets and speaking together in their special dialect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330030764497816450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfgSvZfLy4I/AAAAAAAAHcM/o2G_q0kMwqU/s400/IMG_7490aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Une petite fille était assise juste à côté d'un de ces pêcheurs, silencieuse, admirative et curieuse, imprimant sans le savoir dans sa mémoire des odeurs, des mots, des souvenirs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little girl was sitting near one of those old men, looking at them silently,with curiousity and with admiration, recording words , smells and memories into her mind, without knowing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfgSRY5cWLI/AAAAAAAAHb8/O0D88Uwupkc/s1600-h/IMG_7498aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330030248943442098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfgSRY5cWLI/AAAAAAAAHb8/O0D88Uwupkc/s400/IMG_7498aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pour moi, mon grand-père était une sorte de sorcier des mers, et j'en étais fière...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;me , my grand-father was a kind of a sea sorcerer, and I was proud about that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3590619533046701386?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3590619533046701386/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3590619533046701386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3590619533046701386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3590619533046701386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/loutil-du-pecheur-fishermans-tool.html' title='L&apos;outil du pêcheur / The fisherman&apos;s tool'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfgTAABoVHI/AAAAAAAAHcU/NtLLnJkVF7Q/s72-c/IMG_7488aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7992089104169881803</id><published>2009-04-28T09:15:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:55:27.249+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade/Stroll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Une personne très prudente / A very prudent person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa8ALw2RkI/AAAAAAAAHbU/cpy1REfiLJA/s1600-h/IMG_7671aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653920383256130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa8ALw2RkI/AAAAAAAAHbU/cpy1REfiLJA/s200/IMG_7671aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa7003w_mI/AAAAAAAAHbM/O1Q9u1fKmIo/s1600-h/IMG_7522aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653725259693666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa7003w_mI/AAAAAAAAHbM/O1Q9u1fKmIo/s200/IMG_7522aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa7003w_mI/AAAAAAAAHbM/O1Q9u1fKmIo/s1600-h/IMG_7522aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa7003w_mI/AAAAAAAAHbM/O1Q9u1fKmIo/s1600-h/IMG_7522aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il a plu hier toute la journée. Une grosse pluie méditerranéenne, qui vous trempe en moins de trente secondes et qui enlève toute vélléité de flânerie. Je suis donc restée à la maison.&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce matin, mon envie de marcher a repris le dessus et j'avais donc décidé de partir coûte que coûte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En me levant,de très bonne heure, il pleuvait encore. J'ai donc mis mon imperméable, mes chaussures de marche, enroulé une écharpe légère autour de mon cou, et , bien sûr, pris mon parapluie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seulement voilà.. Je marchais depuis seulement cinq minutes lorsque la pluie s'est arrêtée. Quelques minutes plus tard, les nuages se sont ouverts, laissant sortir un magnifique soleil. Encore un petit quart d'heure, et il faisait une bonne chaleur de printemps..&lt;br /&gt;Résultat, alors que je prenais le chemin du retour, je croisais des gens qui, s'étant levés bien plus tard que moi, n'avaient vu que le soleil , et portaient des shorts, des casquettes, de minces t-shirts et des lunettes de soleil..En me croisant,avec mon imper et mon parapluie, ils ont dû se dire que j'étais une personne extrêmement prudente..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ci-dessus, la couleur du ciel à mon départ, à gauche, et à mon retour, à droite!..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, we had rain all day long. A strong mediterranean rain, under which you can't go to stroll.But I love so much walking tht I decided to go for a walk this morning, whatever kind of weather there was. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I woke up, it was still raining. So, I put on my raincoat and my rainshoes, and took my umbrella.BUT.. I was walking since only five minutes when rain stopped falling. Some minutes later, the clouds opened and a magnificent sun appeared. A few minutes later,and the weather was perfectly warm. So, when I came back home, I met people who had left their bed much later than me; So , they were dressed with small t-shirts, short pants and they were wearing sun glasses. Seeing me, with my rain coat and my umbrella, they surely were thinking that I was a very prudent person.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(On the small pictures above, you can see the sky when I left home , left, and when I came back, right!..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais peu importe, même si j'ai dû me lever tôt, j'ai eu ma récompense: une lumière magnifique, et le bord de mer pour moi toute seule pendant une heure ou deux...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But even if I had to wake up very early in the morning, I had my reward: a wonderful light, and the shore of the sea for me alone, for an hour or two....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329661618065830242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfbDAP3Y8WI/AAAAAAAAHbc/L7IhzqSExrs/s400/IMG_7579AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa7fhiuuAI/AAAAAAAAHa8/lDWpHP_K65I/s1600-h/IMG_7583AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653359293937666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa7fhiuuAI/AAAAAAAAHa8/lDWpHP_K65I/s400/IMG_7583AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa7WrY3kXI/AAAAAAAAHa0/Kx85xfEwCbc/s1600-h/IMG_7643AAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653207318106482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa7WrY3kXI/AAAAAAAAHa0/Kx85xfEwCbc/s400/IMG_7643AAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7992089104169881803?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7992089104169881803/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7992089104169881803&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7992089104169881803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7992089104169881803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/une-personne-tres-prudente-very-prudent.html' title='Une personne très prudente / A very prudent person'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sfa8ALw2RkI/AAAAAAAAHbU/cpy1REfiLJA/s72-c/IMG_7671aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3000926122672324498</id><published>2009-04-27T08:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:54:49.584+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monde maritime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice'/><title type='text'>Le port / The port</title><content type='html'>Point de départ, point d'arrivée, point de repère..&lt;br /&gt;Lieu vivant et coloré, empli de traditions séculaires qui se meurent partout ailleurs.&lt;br /&gt;Ici, on entend encore parler niçois.&lt;br /&gt;Ici, on peint encore les façades à l'ancienne en utilisant des pigments colorés qui accrochent la lumière.&lt;br /&gt;Ici sont nés quelques grands hommes , comme Garibaldi, ou l'écrivain J.M.G. Le Clezio qui a reçu le prix Nobel de littérature l'année dernière.&lt;br /&gt;D'ici sont partis beaucoup d'anonymes, à une époque où la mer était le point de passage obligé pour quitter la région.&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, le port s'assoupit, comme un vieillard fatigué, heureux de sa gloire passée, qui se complait dans ses souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;Lové autour de son bassin, caché par sa digue qui l'entoure comme un bras protecteur, il respire doucement au gré des vagues, rêvant aux grands voiliers d'autrefois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfVgAsOgZTI/AAAAAAAAHaI/HLuCYS2GZuE/s1600-h/IMG_7434BB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329271299051119922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfVgAsOgZTI/AAAAAAAAHaI/HLuCYS2GZuE/s400/IMG_7434BB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Departure point, arrival point, reference point..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a very alive and colorful place, where traditions are still strong, when they are dying everywhere else;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here, you can still hear people speak the local language. Here, people still use the traditional colors to paint the walls of the old houses, using pigments that know how to catch the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are born some famous people, like Garibaldi, or the writer J.M.G. Le Clezio, who got the Nobel prize for litterature last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From here, a lot of unknown people left the place to their destiny, when the sea was the only to get out of here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, the port is slowly falling asleep, like an old tired man, happy enough with his past glory, and who likes to think about his memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laying aroung its pool under the protecting arm of the sea wall, the port is breathing with the waves, and dreaming of the tall sailing boats of the old times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3000926122672324498?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3000926122672324498/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3000926122672324498&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3000926122672324498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3000926122672324498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/le-port-port.html' title='Le port / The port'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfVgAsOgZTI/AAAAAAAAHaI/HLuCYS2GZuE/s72-c/IMG_7434BB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-8192165915864707924</id><published>2009-04-25T11:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:48:03.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade/Stroll'/><title type='text'>Vers l'ouest / To the west</title><content type='html'>Il est 6 heures .&lt;br /&gt;Les passants s'attardent au bord de la mer.&lt;br /&gt;Le vendredi soir, rien ne nous appelle , rien ne nous retient.&lt;br /&gt;On peut flâner, prendre son temps pour rentrer, pour traîner un peu.&lt;br /&gt;C'es l'heure douce, celle où les palmiers deviennent ombres chinoises, celle où le flâneur, tel un fantôme, devient une simple silhouette noire qui se découpe sur la lumière qui se couche.&lt;br /&gt;Les nuages s'étirent, l'horizon s'alanguit.&lt;br /&gt;Les oiseaux se posent, fatigués de voler.&lt;br /&gt;Même la mer semble ralentir ses vagues, offrant un calme plat à l"arrivée du soir.&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil avec ses derniers rayons, lance une dernière provocation.&lt;br /&gt;"Essaie de me suivre", semble-t-il dire.&lt;br /&gt;Alors on part vers l'ouest, dans une course vaine, car si vite que l'on court c'est toujours la nuit qui finit par gagner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfLk44xBrOI/AAAAAAAAHZI/PJrPu8RxsSQ/s1600-h/IMG_7383A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328572975094541538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfLk44xBrOI/AAAAAAAAHZI/PJrPu8RxsSQ/s400/IMG_7383A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328573226416386466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfLlHhA0saI/AAAAAAAAHZQ/0YbXCuvvH8I/s400/IMG_7384A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfLkjBkgxkI/AAAAAAAAHZA/4Kt5_aGPntg/s1600-h/IMG_7385A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328572599500850754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfLkjBkgxkI/AAAAAAAAHZA/4Kt5_aGPntg/s400/IMG_7385A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; It's 6 o'clock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The passers-by linger on the shore of the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On friday evening, nothing is calling us, nothing is retaining us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can stroll, take time to go back home, take time to lag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the sweet hour, the hour when the palm trees are becoming chinese shadows,  the time when the stroller, like a ghost, is becoming a simple dark silhouette cut in the falling asleep light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clouds are lengthening , and so does the  horizon too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birds are landing, tired to fly around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the sea is calming its waves, offering a flat mirror to the arriving evening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun, with its last rays, is doing its last provocation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Try to follow me", it seems to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, we turn  to the west, in a running which is vain. Because as fast as we can run, the night will always be the winner...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-8192165915864707924?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/8192165915864707924/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=8192165915864707924&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8192165915864707924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8192165915864707924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/vers-louest-to-west.html' title='Vers l&apos;ouest / To the west'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfLk44xBrOI/AAAAAAAAHZI/PJrPu8RxsSQ/s72-c/IMG_7383A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3755454228783167290</id><published>2009-04-24T17:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:12:40.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><title type='text'>Celebrity, la réponse /The answer</title><content type='html'>Il s'agit de l'hopital Lenval, à Nice, là où les bébés jumeaux de Brad Pitt et Angelina Jolie sont nés.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the Lenval Hospital in Nice, where the twin babies of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt were born.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3755454228783167290?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3755454228783167290/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3755454228783167290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3755454228783167290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3755454228783167290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/celebrity-la-reponse-answer.html' title='Celebrity, la réponse /The answer'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-4241358059780784325</id><published>2009-04-24T07:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:18:45.971+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><title type='text'>Bloganniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Un anniversaire, ça se fête!&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, le très joli blog de Kenza, &lt;a href="http://theaujasmin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thé au Jasmin&lt;/a&gt;, a un an.&lt;br /&gt;Alors, juste pour toi, Kenza, un petit cadeau, pour te dire combien j'aime venir prendre un petit thé , même virtuel, avec toi presque chaque jour, retrouver ton univers plein de charme, et combien j'apprécie tes gentilles visites quotidiennes.&lt;br /&gt;Gros bisous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328725954203078914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfNwBcWt0QI/AAAAAAAAHZg/6UZgKcDFKXM/s400/award16_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my present for Kenza.Today, her blog , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://theaujasmin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thé au Jasmin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, is one year old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy bloganniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-4241358059780784325?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/4241358059780784325/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=4241358059780784325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4241358059780784325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4241358059780784325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/bloganniversary.html' title='Bloganniversary'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfNwBcWt0QI/AAAAAAAAHZg/6UZgKcDFKXM/s72-c/award16_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5361922788514192078</id><published>2009-04-24T07:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:12:38.386+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><title type='text'>Celebrity</title><content type='html'>Cet endroit est soudainement devenu mondialement célèbre l'été dernier.&lt;br /&gt;Qui sait pourquoi?&lt;br /&gt;Réponse ce soir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfFX0YeovSI/AAAAAAAAHYA/s8NRB5A3gzw/s1600-h/IMG_7399A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328136391591771426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfFX0YeovSI/AAAAAAAAHYA/s8NRB5A3gzw/s400/IMG_7399A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This place became suddenly worldwide famous last summer.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows why?&lt;br /&gt;The answer this evening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5361922788514192078?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5361922788514192078/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5361922788514192078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5361922788514192078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5361922788514192078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/celebrity.html' title='Celebrity'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfFX0YeovSI/AAAAAAAAHYA/s8NRB5A3gzw/s72-c/IMG_7399A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-9192884324239191509</id><published>2009-04-23T08:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:26:07.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice'/><title type='text'>Clair-obscur / Dark and light</title><content type='html'>Tout en bas, on a laissé les lumières allumées.&lt;br /&gt;Le jour n'est pas encore arrivé jusque là.&lt;br /&gt;Les persiennes, même grandes ouvertes, ne laissent entrer que peu de lumière.&lt;br /&gt;On avance dans la pénombre.&lt;br /&gt;Les couleurs se noient dans le gris obscur, se mélangent..&lt;br /&gt;D'ici bas, même les bruits paraissent étouffés..&lt;br /&gt;Mais levant les yeux, on découvre un carré de ciel bleu, empli du cri des hirondelles.&lt;br /&gt;On se rêve par dessus les toits, on a envie d'un horizon , lointain, plat, ouvert et lumineux..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfAT8Y0HJTI/AAAAAAAAHXw/U-vvDY3n9yI/s1600-h/IMG_7219a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327780287353398578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfAT8Y0HJTI/AAAAAAAAHXw/U-vvDY3n9yI/s400/IMG_7219a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here down the lamps are still switched on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The light of the day did not arrive there yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when they are opened, the shutters let only a very little light coming in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are walking in the half-dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colors are mixing together and disappearing into a gloomy grey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here, even the sounds seem to disappear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But looking up , we can discover a small square of blue sky, filled with the songs of swallows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we dream to be over the roofs, we feel like seeing an horizon, faraway, flat, open and full of light..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-9192884324239191509?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/9192884324239191509/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=9192884324239191509&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/9192884324239191509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/9192884324239191509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/clair-obscur-dark-and-light.html' title='Clair-obscur / Dark and light'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SfAT8Y0HJTI/AAAAAAAAHXw/U-vvDY3n9yI/s72-c/IMG_7219a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3612126438185010543</id><published>2009-04-22T17:56:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:05:25.005+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environnement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><title type='text'>Le Jour de la Terre 2009 / The Earth day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se9MmH3PQ9I/AAAAAAAAHXQ/62hmBl2wn2g/s1600-h/worldwildlifefundrcg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327561102032061394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se9MmH3PQ9I/AAAAAAAAHXQ/62hmBl2wn2g/s400/worldwildlifefundrcg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se9MXSy955I/AAAAAAAAHXI/Y1WTHLIUsuk/s1600-h/earthdayheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327560847268898706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se9MXSy955I/AAAAAAAAHXI/Y1WTHLIUsuk/s400/earthdayheader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pour plus d'info /&lt;em&gt;For more information:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwf.fr/"&gt;http://www.wwf.fr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3612126438185010543?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3612126438185010543/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3612126438185010543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3612126438185010543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3612126438185010543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/le-jour-de-la-terre-2009-earth-day-2009.html' title='Le Jour de la Terre 2009 / The Earth day 2009'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se9MmH3PQ9I/AAAAAAAAHXQ/62hmBl2wn2g/s72-c/worldwildlifefundrcg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3336751813242418522</id><published>2009-04-22T07:48:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:10:26.911+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>News from southern hemisphere/ Nouvelles de l'hémisphère sud</title><content type='html'>Ici, c'est l'automne.&lt;br /&gt;De gros nuages gris pommelés nous ont vite fait oublié la chaleur qu'il faisait lorsque nous étions à la plage à Noël..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's autumn here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big bumpy clouds quickly made us forget the heat of christmas when we were to the beach...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se6-JNsvRKI/AAAAAAAAHW4/c7WriYoUdPE/s1600-h/IMG_7350a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327404474731283618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se6-JNsvRKI/AAAAAAAAHW4/c7WriYoUdPE/s400/IMG_7350a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Les premières neiges apparaissent à l'horizon au sommet des montagnes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can see the first snow on the skyline, on the mountains..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se6-Az3V0uI/AAAAAAAAHWw/ijQdv6Hk-MU/s1600-h/IMG_7349a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327404330357478114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se6-Az3V0uI/AAAAAAAAHWw/ijQdv6Hk-MU/s400/IMG_7349a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La promenade du bord de mer est désertée..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The path on the shore of the sea is deserted..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se695sC74LI/AAAAAAAAHWo/3Si4rrr8HL0/s1600-h/IMG_7347a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327404207999541426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se695sC74LI/AAAAAAAAHWo/3Si4rrr8HL0/s400/IMG_7347a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et l'on ne peut apercevoir la ville qu'à travers les gouttes de pluie qui tombent sans discontinuer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can catch a glimpse on the city only through the raindrops that keep falling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se69xgi9yWI/AAAAAAAAHWg/bCMMceRuLxA/s1600-h/IMG_7345a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327404067473705314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se69xgi9yWI/AAAAAAAAHWg/bCMMceRuLxA/s400/IMG_7345a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOOOUUUUUPPPPSSSS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'ai dit "hemisphere sud", "automne", "premières neiges"....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Désolée, je voulais dire "sud de l'hemisphere nord", "printemps", "dernières neiges"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quand la réalité ne s'adapte pas à nos rêves, il faut adapter nos rêves à la réalité.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et la réalité , pour l'instant, c'est que nous avons un printemps pour le moins atypique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alors, on dirait qu'on serait en Australie, et que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOOUUUUPPPPSSS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I say "southern hemisphere", "autumn", "first snow"..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, I meant "south of northern hemisphere", "spring", "last snow"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When reality does not suit to our dreams, we have to make our dreams suit to reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the reality right now is that our spring is really unusual!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, let's imagine that I would be in Australia, and that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3336751813242418522?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3336751813242418522/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3336751813242418522&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3336751813242418522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3336751813242418522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/news-from-southern-hemisphere-nouvelles.html' title='News from southern hemisphere/ Nouvelles de l&apos;hémisphère sud'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se6-JNsvRKI/AAAAAAAAHW4/c7WriYoUdPE/s72-c/IMG_7350a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-694860486661560896</id><published>2009-04-21T08:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:12:16.744+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littérature'/><title type='text'>Un genre de beauté / A kind of beauty</title><content type='html'>"Elle était belle comme ces petits sachets de lavande qu'on presse pour en exhaler les parfums"...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She was as beautyful as those little bags of lavender that you squeeze to better smell  the perfume "...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;Un sachet de lavande...C'est petit, coloré, parfumé, mignon, ça dure longtemps,c'est une senteur qui apaise et détend,  c'est en rapport avec les maisons, le linge, ça évoque l'été et le soleil,caché dans le lit ça aide à s'endormir paisiblement ...Oui, finalement, on peut dire que c'est un joli compliment pour une femme!..&lt;br /&gt;Qu'en pensez-vous?...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little bag of lavender... It's small, colorful, sweet, it smells good, its perfume is calming you down and relaxing, it has to do with home and linen, it makes think about summer and sun, when it's hiddden  in  your bed , it helps you to fall asleep peacefully...Yes, in the end, to compare a woman to a little bag of lavender can be taken as a compliment!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se16wAnv0MI/AAAAAAAAHWA/V-uBZEOUoCM/s1600-h/IMG_7217a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327048899468185794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se16wAnv0MI/AAAAAAAAHWA/V-uBZEOUoCM/s400/IMG_7217a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Phrase trouvée dans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sentence found in..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Aphorismes sous la lune et autres pensées sauvages", de / &lt;em&gt;by Sylvain Tesson)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-694860486661560896?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/694860486661560896/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=694860486661560896&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/694860486661560896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/694860486661560896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-genre-de-beaute-kind-of-beauty.html' title='Un genre de beauté / A kind of beauty'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Se16wAnv0MI/AAAAAAAAHWA/V-uBZEOUoCM/s72-c/IMG_7217a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7793940921480896322</id><published>2009-04-20T08:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:11:55.266+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade/Stroll'/><title type='text'>Balade en bleu / Stroll in blue</title><content type='html'>Sur la frontière impalpable entre le ciel et l'eau..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the impalpable frontier between sky and water..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sewo4b2X3mI/AAAAAAAAHVo/CG1dR1QCJDE/s1600-h/IMG_2180b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326677409286053474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sewo4b2X3mI/AAAAAAAAHVo/CG1dR1QCJDE/s400/IMG_2180b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Le monde dévoile une autre perspective, toute en courbes, en caps, en baie, qui jouent avec la mer dans une danse ininterrompue..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world shows an other perspective, made of curves, capes and bays which are playing with the sea in an eternal dance..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SewoxD9mCII/AAAAAAAAHVg/FdlkqbaE4as/s1600-h/IMG_2212b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326677282614806658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SewoxD9mCII/AAAAAAAAHVg/FdlkqbaE4as/s400/IMG_2212b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ici , les montagnes se jettent à l'eau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les caprices de l'homme doivent suivre les courbes de la terre pour pouvoir exister..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here, mountains are diving into the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The caprices of the men must follow the curves of the earth to exist..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SewoncJ9HzI/AAAAAAAAHVY/33MZ1nqk5XM/s1600-h/IMG_2234b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326677117310410546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SewoncJ9HzI/AAAAAAAAHVY/33MZ1nqk5XM/s400/IMG_2234b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La montagne renvoie l'echo du bleu, les dernières dentelles de neige se mélangent à celles des nuages flottants..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mountain sends back the blue, the last snow laces are mixing with those of the floating clouds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SewoZqE5RNI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/-qA2NHW7qQY/s1600-h/IMG_2246b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326676880529114322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SewoZqE5RNI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/-qA2NHW7qQY/s400/IMG_2246b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et en virevoltant sur l'horizon, on peut découvrir des traces d'histoire quand le regard accroche un vestige romain, ou se prendre à rêver en découvrant au loin les rivages de l'Italie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And spinning around on the skyline, we can discover historical tracks when the look meets a roman vestige, or we can feel like dreaming when we discover the italian shore in the faraway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SewoOYMB9AI/AAAAAAAAHVI/Wc3aa0RNcrs/s1600-h/IMG_2252b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326676686748644354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SewoOYMB9AI/AAAAAAAAHVI/Wc3aa0RNcrs/s400/IMG_2252b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7793940921480896322?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7793940921480896322/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7793940921480896322&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7793940921480896322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7793940921480896322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/balade-en-bleu-stroll-in-blue.html' title='Balade en bleu / Stroll in blue'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sewo4b2X3mI/AAAAAAAAHVo/CG1dR1QCJDE/s72-c/IMG_2180b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-476465407757286481</id><published>2009-04-18T12:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:54:13.610+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Carte postale du sud / Postcard from south</title><content type='html'>Juste quelques couleurs pour fêter le retour du soleil et vous souhaiter un bon week-end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sem-xXW0c0I/AAAAAAAAHUo/ttxX5waesb8/s1600-h/IMG_7250a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325997789634917186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sem-xXW0c0I/AAAAAAAAHUo/ttxX5waesb8/s400/IMG_7250a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Some colors to celebrate the return of the sun and to wish you a happy week-end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-476465407757286481?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/476465407757286481/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=476465407757286481&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/476465407757286481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/476465407757286481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/carte-postale-du-sud-postcard-from.html' title='Carte postale du sud / Postcard from south'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sem-xXW0c0I/AAAAAAAAHUo/ttxX5waesb8/s72-c/IMG_7250a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5734565202683864133</id><published>2009-04-17T08:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:23:29.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histoire/ History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enfance/ Childhood'/><title type='text'>Echantillons / Samples</title><content type='html'>Voici quelques pièces de vaisselle locale: pots, jarres, et autres contenants façonnés dans l'argile ..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some pieces of local dishes: pots, jugs, carafes and other things made in clay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3wg6nBbI/AAAAAAAAHUI/mGo5GJZ__rA/s1600-h/IMG_7321.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325567865974621618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3wg6nBbI/AAAAAAAAHUI/mGo5GJZ__rA/s400/IMG_7321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3jfBnrmI/AAAAAAAAHUA/r7u3JvF_VeM/s1600-h/IMG_7323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325567642128854626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3jfBnrmI/AAAAAAAAHUA/r7u3JvF_VeM/s400/IMG_7323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; J'en ai bien assez pour abreuver ou nourrir toute la famille , plus quelques invités au besoin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've much enough dishes to water and feed all my family, and also some guests in case of need...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325567467654652626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3ZVDuotI/AAAAAAAAHT4/4mHht9Ps7MI/s400/IMG_7324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eh bien, contrairement aux apparences , avec cette vaisselle, je ne pourrais même pas satisfaire une seule personne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il s'agit là de "taraïettes", de la vaisselle en taille miniature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A l'origine, les potiers qui désiraient vendre leur marchandise et donc la faire connaître, fabriquaient ces petits ustensiles à titre d'échantillons pour les présenter à leur clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bien plus légers et faciles à porter que de la vraie vaisselle,les "taraïettes" étaient en quelque sorte les échantillons de démonstration de l'époque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well,I could not satisfy one person with this kind of dishes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are called "taraïettes", and they are miniature dishes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the old times, potters used them to show their goods to their customers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Taraïettes" were easier and lighter to carry, and were used as samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3PlEV83I/AAAAAAAAHTw/jNt-oPA2h_s/s1600-h/IMG_7326.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325567300153504626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3PlEV83I/AAAAAAAAHTw/jNt-oPA2h_s/s400/IMG_7326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elles servaient aussi de jouets pour les enfants. Et aujourd'hui, elles sont vendues comme souvenirs aux touristes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were also used as toys for children. And today, they are sold as souvenirs for the tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3ES95hpI/AAAAAAAAHTo/F7epzCuVHrU/s1600-h/IMG_7239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325567106316076690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3ES95hpI/AAAAAAAAHTo/F7epzCuVHrU/s400/IMG_7239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadis échantillons de vaisselle, elles sont aujourd'hui de petits échantillons du passé que l'on ramène inconsciemment à la maison..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the old times, they were samples of dishes. Today, they are little samples of the past, that people bring back home often without knowing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5734565202683864133?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5734565202683864133/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5734565202683864133&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5734565202683864133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5734565202683864133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/echantillons-samples.html' title='Echantillons / Samples'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Seg3wg6nBbI/AAAAAAAAHUI/mGo5GJZ__rA/s72-c/IMG_7321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2435898717442562806</id><published>2009-04-16T12:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:09:39.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Une hirondelle ne fait pas le printemps / A swallow does not mean spring</title><content type='html'>Les hirondelles sont arrivée samedi, remplissant l'air de leurs cris stridents.&lt;br /&gt;Le cri des hirondelles, un de mes sons préférés, avec le ressac de la mer et des vagues, et les rires de bébés.&lt;br /&gt;Nous avons tous cru que le printemps passait son tour, bousculé par l'été.&lt;br /&gt;Et hier encore, le ciel bleu offrait un écrin parfait aux roses déjà gorgées de soleil...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swallows arrived on saturday, filling the air with their light strident shout.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sound of the swallows is one of my favorites, with the sound of the waves and the laughing of the babies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us believed that spring left its turn for summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And still yesterday, the blue sky offered a perfect box for the sunny roses ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SecaYuMM6cI/AAAAAAAAHS0/-3d_Qh6SqME/s1600-h/IMG_7284a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325254096407292354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SecaYuMM6cI/AAAAAAAAHS0/-3d_Qh6SqME/s400/IMG_7284a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais ce matin, la pluie est arrivée en invitée surprise, remplaçant la rosée sur les pétales des fleurs...&lt;br /&gt;La chaleur est là, ainsi que la douceur de l'air . Les hirondelles se cachent, désolées de nous avoir donné de fausses joies, mais on les entend voler entre deux gouttes ; Et cependant, la pluie tombe gaiement..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this morning, rain came back as a surprising guest, as a substitute of the dew on the petals of the flowers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heat is there, the air is sweet. The swallows are hidding,but we can hear them between the drops ; And then, rain keeps cheerfully falling.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325259677046821202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SecfdjsWUVI/AAAAAAAAHS8/RpZQAoyGs30/s400/IMG_7306a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le proverbe a raison, une hirondelle ne fait pas le printemps!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The proverb is right, a swallow does not mean spring!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2435898717442562806?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2435898717442562806/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2435898717442562806&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2435898717442562806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2435898717442562806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/une-hirondelle-ne-fait-pas-le-printemps.html' title='Une hirondelle ne fait pas le printemps / A swallow does not mean spring'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SecaYuMM6cI/AAAAAAAAHS0/-3d_Qh6SqME/s72-c/IMG_7284a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3935960875253760604</id><published>2009-04-15T12:14:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:40:53.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voyage'/><title type='text'>Le sabot / The clog</title><content type='html'>Nos visiteurs et touristes, bien qu'appréciant les voyages, aiment aussi retrouver un petit parfum de maison lorsqu'ils viennent nous voir.&lt;br /&gt;Ainsi, si je vous dis "Hollande", à quoi pensez-vous?&lt;br /&gt;Pour moi, ce nom évoque tout d'abord les tulipes, puis les moulins,  et aussi un livre appelé "Les patins d'argent", que j'adorais lire étant enfant; Et ensuite , bien évidemment, je pense ..aux sabots!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if they like to travel, our visitors and tourists like to find a little piece of their home when they come here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As an example, if I say "Holland", what do you think about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This word makes me think first about tulips, then about mills. It also reminds me a book I used to love when I was a child, "the silver iceskates". And of course, I also think about ...the clogs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeXCTNMdzRI/AAAAAAAAHSI/lEL2JVefub0/s1600-h/IMG_7235a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324875769650728210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeXCTNMdzRI/AAAAAAAAHSI/lEL2JVefub0/s400/IMG_7235a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et si on cherche des sabots par ici, voici ce que l'on trouve...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you look for clogs around here, you'll find this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeXB4Y1ipHI/AAAAAAAAHR4/TYq1HTtGDk8/s1600-h/IMG_7225a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324875308919334002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeXB4Y1ipHI/AAAAAAAAHR4/TYq1HTtGDk8/s400/IMG_7225a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Un petit morceau de Hollande en pleine vieille ville!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little piece of Holland right in the middle of our old town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324876069672180290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeXCkq3J2kI/AAAAAAAAHSQ/v_ocDCvfz-M/s400/IMG_7224a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;L'endroit s'appelle "Le petit café d'Amsterdam". Mais certains indices laissent à penser que l'on soigne mieux sa nostalgie du pays natal dans des boissons un peu plus fortes que le moka...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The place is called "The small café of Amsterdam". But some clues let think that it's easier to take care of the home nostalgy with some drinkings which are a little stronger than moka..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324875504097146082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeXCDv7jtOI/AAAAAAAAHSA/hUg751ooFh4/s400/IMG_7232a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il y a mille façons d'accueillir des amis.Parfois on hisse des drapeaux.Parfois on trinque avec eux. Mais toujours, on leur sourit avec le coeur..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many ways to welcome friends.Sometimes, you haul up  a flag .Sometimes you drink with them. But every time, you smile with your heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3935960875253760604?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3935960875253760604/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3935960875253760604&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3935960875253760604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3935960875253760604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/le-sabot-clog.html' title='Le sabot / The clog'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeXCTNMdzRI/AAAAAAAAHSI/lEL2JVefub0/s72-c/IMG_7235a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5940489074513380315</id><published>2009-04-14T08:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:21:51.974+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histoire/ History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monde maritime'/><title type='text'>Top-Chrono</title><content type='html'>J'ai retrouvé une vieille carte postale hier...&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, pas si vieille, elle doit avoir une trentaine d'années.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I founf this old postcard yesterday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, maybe not so old, it must be thirty years ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeRApmCurwI/AAAAAAAAHRI/CHeDqWW0AHQ/s1600-h/Napoleon08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324451742789578498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeRApmCurwI/AAAAAAAAHRI/CHeDqWW0AHQ/s400/Napoleon08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avec l'ouverture de la saison estivale, les rotations vers la Corse vont s'intensifier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Corse, Ile de Beauté, dont les côtes s'étendent à environ 200 kms du continent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aujourd'hui, avec les NGV (Navires à grande vitesse), il faut plus ou moins trois heures , selon le port de destination, pour faire la traversée.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je me souviens d'un temps , pas si lointain, où , pour commencer, les navires portaient des noms, des vrais.On embarquait alors sur le "Fred Scamaroni", sur le "Napoléon", sur "l'Esterel".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il y avait à cette époque des "classes" sur les bateaux. Selon ses moyens, on voyageait au chaud bien assis, ou dans une cabine, ou alors, pour les plus aventuriers ou les moins riches, on voyageait sur le pont!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les traversées duraient longtemps..toute une journée, ou toute une nuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quitter le port de Nice , un soir de juillet. Regarder les lumières de la côte disparaître peu à peu et s'enfoncer dans le noir .Se laisser bercer de longues heures par la brise marine.Puis, découvrir au petit matin les contours de l'île dans la lumière rose de l'aube.Le voyage commençait dès le départ du quai,et même dès le moment où l'on posait le pied sur la passerelle pour embarquer, et la traversée faisait partie intégrante de l'aventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corsica is around 220 kms away from the continent, and today, it takes about 3 hours to get there, according to the port where you arrive, with the NGV (which means boats of high speed).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember a time , not so far away, when those boats had real and beautyful names.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In those times, you could sail on the "Fred Scamaroni", on the "Esterel", on the "Napoleon".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wether you were rich or not, you traveled on different ways: you could travel inside in common placs  or in a cabin or , when you were poor or liked adventure, you had to stay outside on the deck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The travel between Nice and Corsica lasted a long time, a whole day or a complete night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was magic to leave the port of Nice in an  evening in july. The lights of the town were slowly disappearing in the night,. You were cradled by the breeze of the sea , and in the dawn, you discovered the first sight of the island, in the pink light of the sunrise..The adventure was beginning as soon as you put a foot on the boat, and the travel was a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeQ9empJoAI/AAAAAAAAHRA/HOht0GJykMU/s1600-h/IMG_7200a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324448255437283330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeQ9empJoAI/AAAAAAAAHRA/HOht0GJykMU/s400/IMG_7200a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aujourd'hui, on embarque sur le NGV Nice-Corse, comme son nom l'indique. Tout le monde voyage à l'intérieur, dans l'air conditionné.&lt;br /&gt;Plus de nom de bateau, plus de brise marine.&lt;br /&gt;En trois heures, l'affaire est bouclée.&lt;br /&gt;Adieu l'excitation avant de partir,finie la poésie des nuits au clair de lune sur le pont.&lt;br /&gt;Pour le départ, c'est Top-Chrono!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, you take the NGV Nice-Corse (everything is in the name). Everyone is obliged to travel inside, with no possibilty to open the windows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more pretty boats names, no more breeze of the sea in the hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In three hours, the thing is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more departure excitement, no more poetry about the moonlight on the deck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For departure , the only word is Top-Chrono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5940489074513380315?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5940489074513380315/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5940489074513380315&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5940489074513380315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5940489074513380315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-chrono.html' title='Top-Chrono'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeRApmCurwI/AAAAAAAAHRI/CHeDqWW0AHQ/s72-c/Napoleon08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-6534487027492372378</id><published>2009-04-13T12:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:21:30.968+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>LA saison /THE season</title><content type='html'>Il y a quatre saisons officielles dans une année, mais dans toutes les régions touristiques, la seule saison qui compte, c'est LA saison...&lt;br /&gt;Chez nous , elle commence avec le week-end de Pâques.Et elle dure jusqu'au mois d'octobre.&lt;br /&gt;On sait que LA saison va bientôt commmencer lorsque les bulldozers commencent à ranger les galets sur la plage,et lorsque sur la plage réapparaissent les matelas et les parasols.&lt;br /&gt;Bientôt, les cris des mouettes seront remplacés par les cris des enfants.&lt;br /&gt;Pour nous, le week-end de Pâques résonne comme les trois coups d'une pièce de théâtre.&lt;br /&gt;Bientôt,nous ne serons plus les acteurs dans notre ville , elle deviendra un décor dans lequel nous ne serons plus que des figurants.&lt;br /&gt;Alors, on dresse le décor de bienvenue.&lt;br /&gt;LA saison s'ouvre.&lt;br /&gt;Les drapeaux sont hissés pour souhaiter la bienvenue à tous nos invités..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are usually four seasons in a year.But in all the touristic places in the world, there's only one important season, which is THE season..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here, THE season begins with the Easter week-end, and ends in october.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know that THE season is about to begin when the machines begin to clear up the pebbles on the beach, and when the parasols come back on the beach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a short time, the shouting of the gulls will be changed for the shouting of the kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For us , Easter week-end is like the beginning of a theater show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon, we won't be the main actors in our town anymore,the town itself will become a scenery in which we will become only extras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let's put on the welcoming scenery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE season is opening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The flags are welcoming all our guests..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeMoU7EOh6I/AAAAAAAAHQY/4FHI8S1w4t4/s1600-h/IMG_4646a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324143524399974306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeMoU7EOh6I/AAAAAAAAHQY/4FHI8S1w4t4/s400/IMG_4646a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et surtout pour ceux qui viennent de très , très, tès, loin....&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially for those who come from very , very, very far away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324149446603457362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeMtto_kQ1I/AAAAAAAAHQo/z13GZrr9Nzg/s400/IMG_4659a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-6534487027492372378?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/6534487027492372378/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=6534487027492372378&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6534487027492372378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6534487027492372378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-saison-season.html' title='LA saison /THE season'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeMoU7EOh6I/AAAAAAAAHQY/4FHI8S1w4t4/s72-c/IMG_4646a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5106386889442167863</id><published>2009-04-11T08:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:51:35.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MERCI ! / THANK YOU !</title><content type='html'>Merci à toutes celles et ceux qui ont pris un peu de temps pour m'aider à trouver une réponse à ma question sur le blog.&lt;br /&gt;Je vais maintenant réfléchir à tout ça.&lt;br /&gt; L'important,c'est de continuer, Je verrai bien comment..&lt;br /&gt;Bon week-end de Pâques à tous, et encore MERCI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeBKE-tOqMI/AAAAAAAAHPg/aWsDECJ7mbs/s1600-h/18.04.2008+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323336208964561090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeBKE-tOqMI/AAAAAAAAHPg/aWsDECJ7mbs/s400/18.04.2008+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Thank to all those who took time to give me advices and to help me to find an answer to my question about the blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I'll think about all what you said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The important thing to me is to go on blogging.It's such a pleasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish to all of you a good Easter week-end, and THANK YOU again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5106386889442167863?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5106386889442167863/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5106386889442167863&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5106386889442167863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5106386889442167863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/merci-thank-you.html' title='MERCI ! / THANK YOU !'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SeBKE-tOqMI/AAAAAAAAHPg/aWsDECJ7mbs/s72-c/18.04.2008+(15).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2272110647928797976</id><published>2009-04-10T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:57:34.914+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizarre'/><title type='text'>Parler.. / To speak..</title><content type='html'>...Peu importe comment! &lt;em&gt;..No matter how!..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd8JsaGsOBI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/MRYlv8giRtM/s1600-h/IMG_7061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322983943101495314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd8JsaGsOBI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/MRYlv8giRtM/s400/IMG_7061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2272110647928797976?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2272110647928797976/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2272110647928797976&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2272110647928797976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2272110647928797976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/parler-to-speak.html' title='Parler.. / To speak..'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd8JsaGsOBI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/MRYlv8giRtM/s72-c/IMG_7061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3151598023964377772</id><published>2009-04-10T08:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:02:37.903+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Réflexion'/><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>En chargeant mes photos ce matin, j'ai découvert que j'avais déjà utilisé 88% de mon 1024MB.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai cliqué sur le point d'interrogation , et je n'ai trouvé que des choses en anglais. Or, le vocabulaire informatique en français me donne déjà du mal, mais en anglais, je ne comprends rien.&lt;br /&gt;Ma question est la suivante:&lt;br /&gt;Que se passera-t-il quand j'aurai atteint les 100 % de mon 1024 MB?&lt;br /&gt;Dois-je commencer un nouveau blog? Dois-je en recommencer un en changeant d'adresse E-mail?&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un a-t-il déjà eu ce cas de figure?&lt;br /&gt;Merci d'avance à toute personne qui pourra me renseigner!&lt;br /&gt;(Et si quelqu'un a le titre d'un livre sur les blogs, en français, je suis interéssée)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd76a1XuweI/AAAAAAAAHPI/96Xg6Se72Hw/s1600-h/IMG_7117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322967148508660194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd76a1XuweI/AAAAAAAAHPI/96Xg6Se72Hw/s400/IMG_7117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; This morning , during the time I was loading my pictures, I discovered that I already used 88% of my 1024 MB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I clicked on the "?" to get some explanations , but everything is written in english.  Internet vocabulary is already difficult for me in french,in english I simply don't understand!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, here is my question:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will happen when I will reach 100% of my 1024MB?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must I begin an other blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must I begin an other blog AND use a new e-mail adress?Did anyone already had this problem? What must I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank  to every people who will help me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If anyone knows a title of a book about blogs, in french , I'm interested)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3151598023964377772?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3151598023964377772/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3151598023964377772&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3151598023964377772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3151598023964377772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd76a1XuweI/AAAAAAAAHPI/96Xg6Se72Hw/s72-c/IMG_7117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-277166808495753262</id><published>2009-04-09T07:43:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:13:25.983+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monde maritime'/><title type='text'>Pointus / "Sharp"</title><content type='html'>"Pointus", cest comme ça qu'on le appelle.&lt;br /&gt;Jadis bateaux de travail utilisés pour la pêche, ils sont devenus des bateaux de loisirs.&lt;br /&gt;Bâtis pour affronter la mer par tous les temps, petits, solides et rablés,ils ne sortent plus aujourd'hui que lorsque le soleil brille et que la mer reste aussi lisse qu'un miroir.&lt;br /&gt;Malgré tout, leurs heureux propriétaires les entretiennent avec amour.&lt;br /&gt;Fraîchement et régulièrement repeints ils parsèment le port de taches de couleurs.Lors des fêtes maritimes, on les pare de fleurs et de drapeaux, et l'on y grimpe avec fierté, même si ce n'est que pour faire le tour du port.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around here, we call them "sharp".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the old times, they used to be working boats, , today they are used for leisure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were build to be able to sail on strong seas and to fight with waves, but today, they only sail when the sea is as calm as a mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, people who are lucky enough to own one take care of them with love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're often painted, so they are like flowers of colors on the blue sea . When there are maritime feasts, people decorate them with flowers and little flags, and like to be seen on them, even when it's only for a short sail in the port.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd2cSSSTQ3I/AAAAAAAAHOo/22b94VgX5E4/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322582172581970802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd2cSSSTQ3I/AAAAAAAAHOo/22b94VgX5E4/s400/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd2a_BgEBiI/AAAAAAAAHOY/2IyNb0YPq5U/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322580742147147298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd2a_BgEBiI/AAAAAAAAHOY/2IyNb0YPq5U/s400/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et tant pis si cet amour peut parfois prendre des formes inattendues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And  this love may sometimes be of unusual kind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322581712895312786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd2b3h0dg5I/AAAAAAAAHOg/xTexWik-tWA/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-277166808495753262?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/277166808495753262/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=277166808495753262&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/277166808495753262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/277166808495753262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/pointus-sharp.html' title='Pointus / &quot;Sharp&quot;'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sd2cSSSTQ3I/AAAAAAAAHOo/22b94VgX5E4/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-129737952577817298</id><published>2009-04-08T12:43:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:18:43.751+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice'/><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>Ils sont sept.&lt;br /&gt;Sept géants d'à peu près deux mètres chacun.&lt;br /&gt;Posés sur sept mâts.&lt;br /&gt;Représentant les sept continents.&lt;br /&gt;Et parlant entre eux depuis maintenant près d'un an et demi.&lt;br /&gt;Nul ne sait ce qu'ils ont pu se dire pendant tout ce temps.&lt;br /&gt;Leur créateur, l'artiste Jaume Plensa, espère qu'ils représentent la paix dans le monde, obtenue dans  le calme et par la discussion..&lt;br /&gt;Les artistes sont de doux rêveurs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyTxUFWpTI/AAAAAAAAHNw/OAd0z9_z61U/s1600-h/IMG_9101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322291335059121458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyTxUFWpTI/AAAAAAAAHNw/OAd0z9_z61U/s400/IMG_9101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyTY_s_kXI/AAAAAAAAHNo/rueV7TxI7wk/s1600-h/IMG_9100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322290917271376242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyTY_s_kXI/AAAAAAAAHNo/rueV7TxI7wk/s400/IMG_9100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyS_46ShkI/AAAAAAAAHNg/MZ3yYeemu-o/s1600-h/IMG_9098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322290485951366722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyS_46ShkI/AAAAAAAAHNg/MZ3yYeemu-o/s400/IMG_9098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdySm-gH00I/AAAAAAAAHNY/aL7bHQyvfIc/s1600-h/IMG_9097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322290057955496770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdySm-gH00I/AAAAAAAAHNY/aL7bHQyvfIc/s400/IMG_9097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdySQXCQMOI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/FIzXurL_69U/s1600-h/IMG_9094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322289669404111074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdySQXCQMOI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/FIzXurL_69U/s400/IMG_9094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyRyNViYZI/AAAAAAAAHNI/2qmD601vHAg/s1600-h/IMG_9052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322289151404564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyRyNViYZI/AAAAAAAAHNI/2qmD601vHAg/s400/IMG_9052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyQ5AyetsI/AAAAAAAAHM4/i7Yn4zBXjnE/s1600-h/IMG_9056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322288168783754946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyQ5AyetsI/AAAAAAAAHM4/i7Yn4zBXjnE/s400/IMG_9056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyQcTwhaXI/AAAAAAAAHMw/V03HoG8-xu0/s1600-h/IMG_9059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322287675659610482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyQcTwhaXI/AAAAAAAAHMw/V03HoG8-xu0/s400/IMG_9059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; They are seven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven giants, each one being around two meters high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting on seven masts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As symbols for the seven continents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now they're speaking together since one year and a half long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noone knows what they are talking about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man that created them, the artist Jaume Plensa, sees them as the peace in the world, reached thanks to calm and talking.&lt;br /&gt;Artists are sweet dreamers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-129737952577817298?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/129737952577817298/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=129737952577817298&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/129737952577817298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/129737952577817298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdyTxUFWpTI/AAAAAAAAHNw/OAd0z9_z61U/s72-c/IMG_9101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-4065113234629688836</id><published>2009-04-07T09:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:28:41.248+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie/poetry'/><title type='text'>Jeux du matin / Morning games</title><content type='html'>Après les pluies nocturnes, les pigeons au matin viennent prendre leur bain dans les reflets des brumes.Indifférents au bleu, ils sautent dans les nuages, faisant briller leurs plumes.&lt;br /&gt;Mêlant leurs ombres noires aux reflets blancs du ciel,ils croient pour un moment pouvoir voler sans ailes.&lt;br /&gt;Dans le calme de l'aube, ils brisent le silence, jouant dans l'eau qui dort en taquinant leurs belles.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive le passant. Figés en sentinelles,ils se taisent soudain, puis s'envolent à tire-d'aile vers le calme lointain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdsQFegHw_I/AAAAAAAAHL4/M7mvDdMROF0/s1600-h/IMG_8162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321865070941553650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdsQFegHw_I/AAAAAAAAHL4/M7mvDdMROF0/s400/IMG_8162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdsPoTurnXI/AAAAAAAAHLw/mck3OoDVEpw/s1600-h/IMG_8161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321864569833626994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdsPoTurnXI/AAAAAAAAHLw/mck3OoDVEpw/s400/IMG_8161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the rains of the night,pigeons come in the morning light to take their bath in the reflects of the sky. Indifferent to the blue, they jump into the clouds, and make their feathers shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mixing their black shadows with the white of the clouds, they think for a while to be able to fly without wings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the quiet dawn, they're breaking the silence, playing in the sleeping water and teasing their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ladies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comes a passer-by.They suddenly fall silent, freezed as sentinels.Then they fly away, looking for a faraway calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-4065113234629688836?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/4065113234629688836/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=4065113234629688836&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4065113234629688836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4065113234629688836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/apres-les-pluies-nocturnes-les-pigeons.html' title='Jeux du matin / Morning games'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdsQFegHw_I/AAAAAAAAHL4/M7mvDdMROF0/s72-c/IMG_8162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2728347354181461192</id><published>2009-04-06T08:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:09:40.074+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizarre'/><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>Choisir un endroit calme et serein, où il  y a  de la place..&lt;br /&gt;De préférence, bien aéré, ..&lt;br /&gt;Pratiquer plutôt le matin de bonne heure..&lt;br /&gt;La tête en bas et les jambes en haut, rien de mieux pour évacuer le stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sdm2Lq6V2ZI/AAAAAAAAHLA/WU0wpRHiDnk/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321484746328758674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sdm2Lq6V2ZI/AAAAAAAAHLA/WU0wpRHiDnk/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Better choose a quiet place, with a good ventilation..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practice early in the morning..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head down and legs up, nothing better to clear up the stress..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2728347354181461192?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2728347354181461192/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2728347354181461192&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2728347354181461192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2728347354181461192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sdm2Lq6V2ZI/AAAAAAAAHLA/WU0wpRHiDnk/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7714585388509409753</id><published>2009-04-04T20:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:29:11.560+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Calm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sde0jRQoDUI/AAAAAAAAHKI/UJRQnAAqx78/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320920002783087938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sde0jRQoDUI/AAAAAAAAHKI/UJRQnAAqx78/s400/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sde0JLsWB7I/AAAAAAAAHKA/oXaclKOmG7w/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7714585388509409753?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7714585388509409753/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7714585388509409753&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7714585388509409753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7714585388509409753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/calm.html' title='Calm...'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sde0jRQoDUI/AAAAAAAAHKI/UJRQnAAqx78/s72-c/IMG_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-634558304013318169</id><published>2009-04-04T08:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:34:28.759+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Samedi japonais/Japanese saturday</title><content type='html'>Utagawa Hiroshige (1797-1858) est l'un des plus grands artistes japonais.&lt;br /&gt;Il contemplait la nature,et le monde qui l'entourait, puis dans ses oeuvres, il en rendait l'image la plus parfaite et la plus harmonieuse.&lt;br /&gt;Sa démarche était tout autant spirituelle qu'artistique, les deux étant liées, l'une étant l'aboutissement de l'autre.&lt;br /&gt;Ses dessins et ses peintures sont d'une délicatesse extrême, et encore aujourd'hui, impressionnent par leur justesse, et leur beauté.&lt;br /&gt;L'exposition se déroule depuis le 17 mars et jusqu'au 6 juillet au Fondazione Roma Museo.&lt;br /&gt;Cliquez &lt;a href="http://expositions.bnf.fr/japonaises/arret/08.htm"&gt;là&lt;/a&gt; pour plus d'informations sur Hiroshige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdcVQn2-WrI/AAAAAAAAHJw/KS4FHLVCNyo/s1600-h/IMG_5823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320744860083182258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdcVQn2-WrI/AAAAAAAAHJw/KS4FHLVCNyo/s400/IMG_5823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdcUpnmiLRI/AAAAAAAAHJo/4NMu9VF6fH0/s1600-h/hiroshige_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320744189999328530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdcUpnmiLRI/AAAAAAAAHJo/4NMu9VF6fH0/s400/hiroshige_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdcUijEk7wI/AAAAAAAAHJg/WDNRfcdAB5A/s1600-h/hiroshige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320744068524076802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdcUijEk7wI/AAAAAAAAHJg/WDNRfcdAB5A/s400/hiroshige.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Utagawa Hiroshige (1797-1858) is one of the most famous japanese artists.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He contemplated nature and the world around him, and then, he painted them in the most perfect and harmonious way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;His way was as much spiritual than artistic, both being strongly bound.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;His drawings and his painting are still very impressive today, because of their extreme delicacy, and their accuracy and their beauty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The exhibition began on march, 7th, and will last until july, 6th, at the Fondazione Roma Museo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click&lt;a href="http://expositions.bnf.fr/japonaises/arret/08.htm"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;for more informations about Hiroshige.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-634558304013318169?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/634558304013318169/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=634558304013318169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/634558304013318169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/634558304013318169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/samedi-japonaisjapanese-saturday.html' title='Samedi japonais/Japanese saturday'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdcVQn2-WrI/AAAAAAAAHJw/KS4FHLVCNyo/s72-c/IMG_5823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7573946621931507051</id><published>2009-04-03T12:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:32:31.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinéma'/><title type='text'>"Que sera, sera.."</title><content type='html'>Le sourire, la bonne humeur, le charme et l'élégance..&lt;br /&gt;Heureux anniversaire à Doris Day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdXyrR5CU-I/AAAAAAAAHJA/mAP9MBC4hso/s1600-h/dorisday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320425360159036386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdXyrR5CU-I/AAAAAAAAHJA/mAP9MBC4hso/s400/dorisday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The smile, the good humour, the charm and the elegance...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to Doris Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7573946621931507051?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7573946621931507051/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7573946621931507051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7573946621931507051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7573946621931507051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/dds-day.html' title='&quot;Que sera, sera..&quot;'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdXyrR5CU-I/AAAAAAAAHJA/mAP9MBC4hso/s72-c/dorisday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3768150848832223664</id><published>2009-04-01T15:16:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:23:34.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>En survolant la Toscane /Flying over Tuscany</title><content type='html'>Voici la terre de mes ancêtres.&lt;br /&gt;C'est de là que vient ma famille.&lt;br /&gt;Pour moi, un des plus beaux endroits du monde...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the land of my ancestors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's where my family is coming from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, one of the most beautyful places in the world...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN7hSbGwrI/AAAAAAAAHIA/wVIN0_e-ZmM/s1600-h/IMG_6841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319731396666114738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN7hSbGwrI/AAAAAAAAHIA/wVIN0_e-ZmM/s400/IMG_6841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN7KqszpiI/AAAAAAAAHH4/66V1q-YA-sc/s1600-h/IMG_6846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319731008045819426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN7KqszpiI/AAAAAAAAHH4/66V1q-YA-sc/s400/IMG_6846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN6reOgRtI/AAAAAAAAHHw/t6xqr_7ppyo/s1600-h/IMG_6849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319730472121550546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN6reOgRtI/AAAAAAAAHHw/t6xqr_7ppyo/s400/IMG_6849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN6TqYWZSI/AAAAAAAAHHo/KZzHHEEWS0o/s1600-h/IMG_6860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319730063067211042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN6TqYWZSI/AAAAAAAAHHo/KZzHHEEWS0o/s400/IMG_6860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN52dibdXI/AAAAAAAAHHg/YwqvazsiAQA/s1600-h/IMG_6867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319729561403618674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN52dibdXI/AAAAAAAAHHg/YwqvazsiAQA/s400/IMG_6867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN5daqcApI/AAAAAAAAHHY/kA6AkjmucIU/s1600-h/IMG_6873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319729131135173266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN5daqcApI/AAAAAAAAHHY/kA6AkjmucIU/s400/IMG_6873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN5CUx0BNI/AAAAAAAAHHQ/4_kiaLeke_s/s1600-h/IMG_6875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728665699026130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN5CUx0BNI/AAAAAAAAHHQ/4_kiaLeke_s/s400/IMG_6875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN4py3ZFnI/AAAAAAAAHHI/T6dppwSSAnA/s1600-h/IMG_6906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728244278761074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN4py3ZFnI/AAAAAAAAHHI/T6dppwSSAnA/s400/IMG_6906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN4WboowsI/AAAAAAAAHHA/zm3IEAL4vIc/s1600-h/IMG_6908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319727911625343682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN4WboowsI/AAAAAAAAHHA/zm3IEAL4vIc/s400/IMG_6908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN39vukKQI/AAAAAAAAHG4/vq5k3D9ZRhI/s1600-h/IMG_6909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319727487522187522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN39vukKQI/AAAAAAAAHG4/vq5k3D9ZRhI/s400/IMG_6909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN3o2yevxI/AAAAAAAAHGw/P6sp3E3UHto/s1600-h/IMG_6919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319727128640405266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN3o2yevxI/AAAAAAAAHGw/P6sp3E3UHto/s400/IMG_6919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3768150848832223664?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3768150848832223664/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3768150848832223664&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3768150848832223664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3768150848832223664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/en-survolant-la-toscane-flying-over.html' title='En survolant la Toscane /Flying over Tuscany'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN7hSbGwrI/AAAAAAAAHIA/wVIN0_e-ZmM/s72-c/IMG_6841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2072524867324176316</id><published>2009-04-01T14:58:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:50:52.268+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Est omnium vicissitudo (*)..</title><content type='html'>-On est bien, là..&lt;br /&gt;-Oui, mais il va falloir songer au retour..&lt;br /&gt;-Oh non, pas déjà?!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-We're so well, here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-I know, but it's time to go back home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Oh, no,not yet?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319722329588536610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdNzRg7WlSI/AAAAAAAAHGI/KqNLfQql_4E/s400/IMG_6034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-Plus jamais on ne retrouvera un point de vue pareil!&lt;br /&gt;-Mais si, on reviendra un jour..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-We will never find such a place again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-We will, we'll come back one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdNzqdp6KJI/AAAAAAAAHGY/1IfexAJXF7I/s1600-h/IMG_6046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319722758206793874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdNzqdp6KJI/AAAAAAAAHGY/1IfexAJXF7I/s400/IMG_6046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Accorde-moi une faveur!&lt;br /&gt;-Oui, quoi?&lt;br /&gt;-Un dernier tour au-dessus des toits avant de partir..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Please, do me a favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Yes, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A last fly over the roofs before we leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319723042604840050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdNz7BHr9HI/AAAAAAAAHGg/rWkk7B1bDQI/s400/IMG_6468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(Soupir)..&lt;br /&gt;-(Soupir)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-(Sigh)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-(sigh).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319723246429716402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdN0G4bUv7I/AAAAAAAAHGo/DfcSu2MJoLE/s400/IMG_6466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-Maintenant, on peut vraiment partir...&lt;br /&gt;-Alors, envolons-nous!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Now, we can leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Then, let's fly away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(*): Tout passe ../&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Everything goes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2072524867324176316?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2072524867324176316/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2072524867324176316&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2072524867324176316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2072524867324176316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/est-omnium-vicissitudo.html' title='Est omnium vicissitudo (*)..'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdNzRg7WlSI/AAAAAAAAHGI/KqNLfQql_4E/s72-c/IMG_6034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3616228728906689638</id><published>2009-04-01T06:52:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:26:19.442+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizarre'/><title type='text'>Quelque bizarreries../ Some odd shots..</title><content type='html'>Quand un bébé naît, on le fait savoir en accrochant ceci à la porte. Trop mignon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a baby's born, there's a sign on the door. So cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMFinNjd_I/AAAAAAAAHGA/ykQFGaw_KgE/s1600-h/IMG_6584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319601677054212082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMFinNjd_I/AAAAAAAAHGA/ykQFGaw_KgE/s400/IMG_6584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;br /&gt;Une femme portant une tête coupée dans une église.Une légende biblique, sans doute?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman holding a cut head in a church. A story in the Bible?..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMFMrjqDnI/AAAAAAAAHF4/tpnockdey3k/s1600-h/IMG_6537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319601300263538290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMFMrjqDnI/AAAAAAAAHF4/tpnockdey3k/s400/IMG_6537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;La Fontaine Del Mascherone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Del Mascherone Fountain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdME1Y3fWPI/AAAAAAAAHFw/NVZ9uUG2Xno/s1600-h/IMG_6762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319600900109457650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdME1Y3fWPI/AAAAAAAAHFw/NVZ9uUG2Xno/s400/IMG_6762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Réparation " de poupées..Les pauvres!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolls "repairing".. Poor dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMEhPKvrxI/AAAAAAAAHFo/DsTZRCN1x_8/s1600-h/IMG_6507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319600553908481810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMEhPKvrxI/AAAAAAAAHFo/DsTZRCN1x_8/s400/IMG_6507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi Angelina Jolie se ressemble sur les dessins, mais JAMAIS les touristes?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does Angelina Jolie looks like herself, and a tourist NEVER looks like himself on this drawings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMEJBUyNcI/AAAAAAAAHFg/Nx3fSDVMkrE/s1600-h/IMG_5793a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319600137875633602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMEJBUyNcI/AAAAAAAAHFg/Nx3fSDVMkrE/s400/IMG_5793a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;br /&gt;Ne jamais laisser un pigeon se poser sur le museau d'un cheval! ça l'énerve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let a pidgeon sit on a horse's nose! it's getting on its nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMDut_-ctI/AAAAAAAAHFY/RVHcNJy5lYU/s1600-h/IMG_5790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319599686011482834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMDut_-ctI/AAAAAAAAHFY/RVHcNJy5lYU/s400/IMG_5790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La dernière mode ...religieuse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most recent fashion..for sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMDZoKJd2I/AAAAAAAAHFQ/huhPJMY2PeY/s1600-h/IMG_5238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319599323666282338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMDZoKJd2I/AAAAAAAAHFQ/huhPJMY2PeY/s400/IMG_5238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le fantôme de la statue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ghost of the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMDAFnQF1I/AAAAAAAAHFI/MQZf7bpyoVo/s1600-h/IMG_6071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319598884896380754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMDAFnQF1I/AAAAAAAAHFI/MQZf7bpyoVo/s400/IMG_6071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Légionnaires romains. Il y a encore quelques vétérans..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roman legions. There are still some veterans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMCsSOIuAI/AAAAAAAAHFA/RiRxPqBxOlI/s1600-h/IMG_5963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319598544683317250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMCsSOIuAI/AAAAAAAAHFA/RiRxPqBxOlI/s400/IMG_5963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obligations modernes en language international..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Modern obligations in international language..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMCYSBK-PI/AAAAAAAAHE4/W3UKrwG1hJ8/s1600-h/IMG_5554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319598201031555314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMCYSBK-PI/AAAAAAAAHE4/W3UKrwG1hJ8/s400/IMG_5554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'escalier hélicoïdal du Vatican..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The turning stairs in Vatican..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMCHbjb4WI/AAAAAAAAHEw/140rD9naumo/s1600-h/IMG_5522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319597911533412706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMCHbjb4WI/AAAAAAAAHEw/140rD9naumo/s400/IMG_5522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Souvenir chinois de Rome (Musée du Vatican)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese souvenir from Rome (Vatican museum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMBx7pQI1I/AAAAAAAAHEo/3KJsiO8Bfc8/s1600-h/IMG_5508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319597542190621522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMBx7pQI1I/AAAAAAAAHEo/3KJsiO8Bfc8/s400/IMG_5508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3616228728906689638?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3616228728906689638/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3616228728906689638&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3616228728906689638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3616228728906689638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/04/quelque-bizarreries-some-odd-shots.html' title='Quelque bizarreries../ Some odd shots..'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdMFinNjd_I/AAAAAAAAHGA/ykQFGaw_KgE/s72-c/IMG_6584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5408581957433998030</id><published>2009-03-31T14:41:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:24:57.153+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visages de pierre/Stone faces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Pas un pas sans elles /Not a step without them</title><content type='html'>Il y des statues partout à Rome: dans les rues, dans les églises, dans les cours, dans les musées, sur les terrasses, dans les jardins, dans les fontaines..&lt;br /&gt;Il y en a des centaines, des milliers!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are statues everywhere in Rome: in the streets, in the churches, in the yards, in the museums, on the terraces, in the gardens, in the fountains..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are hundreds, thousends of them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIhhWrwyAI/AAAAAAAAHEE/K9gM53VbcLo/s1600-h/IMG_6717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319350966786508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIhhWrwyAI/AAAAAAAAHEE/K9gM53VbcLo/s400/IMG_6717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elles peuvent être grandes ou petites, célèbres ou inconnues, être l'oeuvre d'un artiste célèbre ou d'un anonyme...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They may be tall or small, famous or not, made by a well known artist or by a unknown one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIhMHWRFmI/AAAAAAAAHD8/b37Y6ZVa3y0/s1600-h/IMG_6678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319350601892566626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIhMHWRFmI/AAAAAAAAHD8/b37Y6ZVa3y0/s400/IMG_6678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elles représentent des dieux, ou des gens qui ont existé, célèbres ou pas, des scènes de l'histoire la plus réelle ou tirées de la mythologie, parfois de la littérature..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They show gods, or people who existed, wether they are famous or not, they show pieces of real history or of mythology, sometimes of litterature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIg08WIgHI/AAAAAAAAHD0/Oy4M5fc0qWg/s1600-h/IMG_6653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319350203802222706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIg08WIgHI/AAAAAAAAHD0/Oy4M5fc0qWg/s400/IMG_6653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Certaines vous font monter les larmes aux yeux..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some bring tears to your eyes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIgdC7q4XI/AAAAAAAAHDs/Akv77cz_LR4/s1600-h/IMG_5598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319349793253417330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIgdC7q4XI/AAAAAAAAHDs/Akv77cz_LR4/s400/IMG_5598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Choisir seulement quelques photos a été la chose la plus difficile à faire..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To choose only a few pictures to show was the most difficult thing to do for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIgGZvX4HI/AAAAAAAAHDk/-KnLxevGTWY/s1600-h/IMG_5984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319349404238864498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIgGZvX4HI/AAAAAAAAHDk/-KnLxevGTWY/s400/IMG_5984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Il y a tant de force, tant de beauté, tant de puissance dans chacune de ces statues!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is so much strengh, so much beauty, so much power in each of those statues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIfxA_sPdI/AAAAAAAAHDc/0uAOOmSpApk/s1600-h/IMG_6169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319349036819168722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIfxA_sPdI/AAAAAAAAHDc/0uAOOmSpApk/s400/IMG_6169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Il y a derrière chacune d'elles tant d'histoire, tant de siècles, tant de temps..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind each statue, there is so much history, so much centuries, so much time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIfYAwkyTI/AAAAAAAAHDU/3xnhB5IC-kg/s1600-h/IMG_6280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319348607259035954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIfYAwkyTI/AAAAAAAAHDU/3xnhB5IC-kg/s400/IMG_6280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elles portent en elles la grandeur d'une civilisation, elles disent tout un monde perdu..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are carrying the greatness of a civilisation, they are telling a whole lost world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIe__DrQPI/AAAAAAAAHDM/4sc7FJtOL4Y/s1600-h/IMG_6302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319348194485420274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIe__DrQPI/AAAAAAAAHDM/4sc7FJtOL4Y/s400/IMG_6302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIepmgrhzI/AAAAAAAAHDE/OH7TLwxJHa0/s1600-h/IMG_6350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319347809939064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIepmgrhzI/AAAAAAAAHDE/OH7TLwxJHa0/s400/IMG_6350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leur beau regard immobile à jamais figé dans la pierre nous fixe , nous regarde les regarder, puis semble nous suivre lorsque nous quittons les lieux..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their beautyful and forever still glance are looking at us looking at them, then it seems they follow us when we are living..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIeUs-aEOI/AAAAAAAAHC8/Y6A9KIQb3Ak/s1600-h/IMG_6369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319347450897109218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIeUs-aEOI/AAAAAAAAHC8/Y6A9KIQb3Ak/s400/IMG_6369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et leur sourire froid semble nous dire:" Moi, je reste, mais pour l'éternité, bien au-delà du temps où ton nom même sera oublié"...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And their cold smile seems to say: "I stay, but it's for eternity,much farther than the time when even your name will be forgotten..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIeB4Ak6NI/AAAAAAAAHC0/jPYdtH-Twi0/s1600-h/IMG_6377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319347127441483986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIeB4Ak6NI/AAAAAAAAHC0/jPYdtH-Twi0/s400/IMG_6377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et on les quitte en pleurant, parce qu'on sait qu'elles ont raison...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when we go away, we are crying, because we know they are right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5408581957433998030?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5408581957433998030/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5408581957433998030&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5408581957433998030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5408581957433998030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/pas-un-pas-sans-elles-not-step-without.html' title='Pas un pas sans elles /Not a step without them'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdIhhWrwyAI/AAAAAAAAHEE/K9gM53VbcLo/s72-c/IMG_6717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-6145082078320174166</id><published>2009-03-30T08:03:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:53:39.318+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littérature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Vue par les écrivains /Through writers eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Montaigne&lt;/strong&gt;: "C'est la plus commune ville du monde et où étrangeté et différence de nation se considère le moins;(...). Chacun y est comme chez soi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montaigne&lt;/strong&gt;:" It's the most common city of the world and where strangeness and difference of nation are the less considered;(...) Here, every one feels like home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stendhal&lt;/strong&gt;: "Rome est une grande capitale et une petite ville"."Il est des jours où la beauté seule du climat de Rome suffit au bonheur".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stendhal&lt;/strong&gt;:" Rome is a tall capitale and a small town"."There are days when the only beauty of the climate of Rome is enough to make you feel happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gogol&lt;/strong&gt;: "On s'éprend de Rome fort lentement, mais une fois qu'on l'aime, c'est pour la vie.(...)Ici, l'homme se sent de toute une verste plus proche des dieux."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gogol&lt;/strong&gt;: "It takes time to fall in love with Rome;But once it's done, that's for life. Here, men feel much nearer to the gods."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318878456063286994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBzxnEhXtI/AAAAAAAAHBE/hQ76hYQxWN8/s400/IMG_5092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBx-zOXh-I/AAAAAAAAHA8/kAU2_5JSaKQ/s1600-h/IMG_5093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318876483640854498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBx-zOXh-I/AAAAAAAAHA8/kAU2_5JSaKQ/s400/IMG_5093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Châteaubriand&lt;/strong&gt;:"Le Tibre sépare les deux gloires: assises dans la même poussière, Rome païenne s'enfonce de plus en plus dans ses tombeaux, et Rome chrétienne redescend peu à peu dans ses catacombes."&lt;br /&gt;"Dans un de plus beaux sites de la terre, parmi les orangers et les chênes verts, Rome entière sous mes yeux..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chateaubriand&lt;/strong&gt;:" The Tibre separates the two glories: sit in the same dust, pagan Rome is more and more sinking to its tombs, and christian Rome is going back down to its catacombs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In one of the most beautyful place of the world, among orange trees and green oaks, entire Rome under my eyes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBxkj1TI5I/AAAAAAAAHA0/P3ZlxAaJMd8/s1600-h/IMG_6429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318876032832578450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBxkj1TI5I/AAAAAAAAHA0/P3ZlxAaJMd8/s400/IMG_6429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBxT8-0r1I/AAAAAAAAHAs/2W0_Q2_sbLk/s1600-h/IMG_6440a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318875747525635922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBxT8-0r1I/AAAAAAAAHAs/2W0_Q2_sbLk/s400/IMG_6440a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;:" Celui qui a bien vu l'Italie, et surtout Rome, ne peut jamais être tout à fait malheureux."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;:"The one who has very well seen Italy, and Rome especially, will never be unhappy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBxAs6zeXI/AAAAAAAAHAk/eJM9qECcPJY/s1600-h/IMG_6504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318875416796297586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBxAs6zeXI/AAAAAAAAHAk/eJM9qECcPJY/s400/IMG_6504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBwpGz1SeI/AAAAAAAAHAc/edVvLOE1vUc/s1600-h/IMG_6505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318875011429517794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBwpGz1SeI/AAAAAAAAHAc/edVvLOE1vUc/s400/IMG_6505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keats, Shelley, Byron&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Toute beauté est une joie éternelle".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keats, Shelley, Byron&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every beauty is  a joy forever".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBwO--5TOI/AAAAAAAAHAU/2dsuP_O0nWo/s1600-h/IMG_6544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318874562651835618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBwO--5TOI/AAAAAAAAHAU/2dsuP_O0nWo/s400/IMG_6544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBv4Dq2L-I/AAAAAAAAHAM/BY7r_yyqZ4w/s1600-h/IMG_6547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318874168772931554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBv4Dq2L-I/AAAAAAAAHAM/BY7r_yyqZ4w/s400/IMG_6547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBvp_1AFHI/AAAAAAAAHAE/w-LmymMkfIE/s1600-h/IMG_6549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318873927223612530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBvp_1AFHI/AAAAAAAAHAE/w-LmymMkfIE/s400/IMG_6549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBvXXf2HsI/AAAAAAAAG_8/Jpa-l9L0mmQ/s1600-h/IMG_6560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318873607159815874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBvXXf2HsI/AAAAAAAAG_8/Jpa-l9L0mmQ/s400/IMG_6560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBvIqg3-KI/AAAAAAAAG_0/7IgU6DZomnE/s1600-h/IMG_6571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318873354566367394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBvIqg3-KI/AAAAAAAAG_0/7IgU6DZomnE/s400/IMG_6571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Valbonne&lt;/strong&gt;: "On peut visiter Rome en trois jours; il y faudrait trois semaines..Mais l'on n'en aura pas épuisé les richesses en six mois."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Valbonne&lt;/strong&gt;:"You can visit Rome in three days;You would need three weeks..But you would not have enough time in six months.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno Racine&lt;/strong&gt;:"Le charme de Rome s'éprouve plus qu'il ne se définit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno Racine&lt;/strong&gt;:"It's easier to feel Rome's charm that to define it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-6145082078320174166?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/6145082078320174166/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=6145082078320174166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6145082078320174166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6145082078320174166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/vue-par-les-ecrivains-through-writers.html' title='Vue par les écrivains /Through writers eyes'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SdBzxnEhXtI/AAAAAAAAHBE/hQ76hYQxWN8/s72-c/IMG_5092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7594227175989228612</id><published>2009-03-28T08:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:59:03.764Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Un repos romantique / A romantic rest</title><content type='html'>Nous avons beaucoup marché dans Rome , cette semaine.&lt;br /&gt;Reposons nous un peu .&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We walked a lot through Roma, this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's have some rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sc3lw6Zq8eI/AAAAAAAAG-0/RS5Lsf57ZFg/s1600-h/IMG_6481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318159363467833826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sc3lw6Zq8eI/AAAAAAAAG-0/RS5Lsf57ZFg/s400/IMG_6481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prenons le temps de rêver..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's take time to dream..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sc3lH-5B12I/AAAAAAAAG-s/xUcTqR-ivvg/s1600-h/IMG_6652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318158660298463074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sc3lH-5B12I/AAAAAAAAG-s/xUcTqR-ivvg/s400/IMG_6652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Si Rome vous manque déjà, il y a quelques photos &lt;a href="http://lovelylonelybench.blogspot.com/"&gt;ici.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passez un bon week-end!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you already miss Roma, there are some pictures &lt;a href="http://lovelylonelybench.blogspot.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a quiet week-end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7594227175989228612?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7594227175989228612/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7594227175989228612&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7594227175989228612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7594227175989228612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-repos-romantique-romantic-rest.html' title='Un repos romantique / A romantic rest'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sc3lw6Zq8eI/AAAAAAAAG-0/RS5Lsf57ZFg/s72-c/IMG_6481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2300397698914533794</id><published>2009-03-27T08:48:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:37:08.707Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Plein de pleins / A lot of lots</title><content type='html'>Rien n'est jamais simple à Rome, au sens où rien ne va par un.&lt;br /&gt;Il y a PLEIN de monde, PLEIN d'églises, PLEIN de fontaines, PLEIN de bruit, PLEIN d'émotions,PLEIN de monuments...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is simple in Roma, in the meaning that nothing goes alone. There are always A LOT of people, A LOT of churches,A LOT of fountains,  A LOT of noise, A LOT of emotions, A LOT of monuments...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyXofJONFI/AAAAAAAAG-k/gAQ02IKEsbI/s1600-h/IMG_6682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317791981828453458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyXofJONFI/AAAAAAAAG-k/gAQ02IKEsbI/s400/IMG_6682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cette impression touche tout ce que l'on voit,que ce soit  des statues antiques..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feeling comes from every thing you see, it may be antic statues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyXHpTIKCI/AAAAAAAAG-c/yEXKWr7CV1I/s1600-h/IMG_6358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317791417618671650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyXHpTIKCI/AAAAAAAAG-c/yEXKWr7CV1I/s400/IMG_6358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyWy42POnI/AAAAAAAAG-U/IFnVPaiHSaA/s1600-h/IMG_6354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317791061015214706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyWy42POnI/AAAAAAAAG-U/IFnVPaiHSaA/s400/IMG_6354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .. Les chaises sur la place Saint-Pierre..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..The chairs on the Place St-Peter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyWY5H1UVI/AAAAAAAAG-M/f8S9Vdp__Aw/s1600-h/IMG_5689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317790614412415314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyWY5H1UVI/AAAAAAAAG-M/f8S9Vdp__Aw/s400/IMG_5689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Les silhouettes en haut de la Basilique..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silhouettes on the roof of the Basilica..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyWEsoUTOI/AAAAAAAAG-E/dbJMNX-G088/s1600-h/IMG_5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317790267461618914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyWEsoUTOI/AAAAAAAAG-E/dbJMNX-G088/s400/IMG_5616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Les visages des musées du Vatican..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The faces in Vatican's museums..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyVyZG-bmI/AAAAAAAAG98/HHOmarNPx3E/s1600-h/IMG_5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317789952983854690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyVyZG-bmI/AAAAAAAAG98/HHOmarNPx3E/s400/IMG_5497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Les carosses des papes!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The coaches of the popes!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyVcySECGI/AAAAAAAAG90/ABg8-YNYs7M/s1600-h/IMG_5474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317789581784123490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyVcySECGI/AAAAAAAAG90/ABg8-YNYs7M/s400/IMG_5474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Les milliers de statues que l'on trouve dans chaque musée de la ville..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thousends of tatues that can be seen in every museum of the town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyVJRnpR7I/AAAAAAAAG9s/Ltry7CDCKWg/s1600-h/IMG_5370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317789246598760370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyVJRnpR7I/AAAAAAAAG9s/Ltry7CDCKWg/s400/IMG_5370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais il en va de même pour les choses plus populaires ou plus modestes, comme ces photos d'acteurs vendues par des marchands ambulants..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it is the same for things that are more modest or more popular, like this pictures of famous actors sold by little mobile merchants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyUuL1nKFI/AAAAAAAAG9k/0AGXuX6KD2c/s1600-h/IMG_5303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317788781190260818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyUuL1nKFI/AAAAAAAAG9k/0AGXuX6KD2c/s400/IMG_5303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les souvenirs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Souvenirs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyUabyxYhI/AAAAAAAAG9c/haPDCT8LGi8/s1600-h/IMG_5285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317788441875931666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyUabyxYhI/AAAAAAAAG9c/haPDCT8LGi8/s400/IMG_5285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ou pour les choses plus surprenantes, comme les immenses vitrines de De Ritis, LA boutique de vêtements religieux..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or for more surprising or odd things, like here, in the De Ritis shop, which is THE place to buy religious clothes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyUDiaCgwI/AAAAAAAAG9U/MHZIofYT_vc/s1600-h/IMG_5237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317788048514253570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyUDiaCgwI/AAAAAAAAG9U/MHZIofYT_vc/s400/IMG_5237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tous les cadenas déposés par les amoureux du monde entier sur les grilles de l'Eglise San Vincenzo e Anastasio, en face de la fontaine de Trevi, pour s'assurer d'un amour éternel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the padlocks that the world wide lovers hang on the gate of the church San Vincenzo e Anastasio, in front of the fountain of Trevi, to make sure that their love will last forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyTprG-FLI/AAAAAAAAG9M/IZmTqacM53c/s1600-h/IMG_5117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317787604173591730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyTprG-FLI/AAAAAAAAG9M/IZmTqacM53c/s400/IMG_5117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et même en regardant la tentative de la mairie de Rome d'installer des vélos dans les rues  (mais QUI osera circuler en vélo dans les rues de Rome, considérant la façon dont conduisent les Romains?!!), on ne peut s'empêcher de penser que c'est décidément une ville qui a PLEIN  d'espoir, PLEIN  de rêves etPLEIN d'optimisme!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even when you look at this: the city of Rome would like that more people use bikes in the streets (but WHO  will dare to use a bike in Rome, considering the way the Romans use to drive?!!). Then you can't help thinking that Roma is a town withA LOT  of hope,A LOT of dreams and A LOT of optimism!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyTRPQas5I/AAAAAAAAG9E/pLe6NX8Zcds/s1600-h/IMG_5102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317787184380162962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyTRPQas5I/AAAAAAAAG9E/pLe6NX8Zcds/s400/IMG_5102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2300397698914533794?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2300397698914533794/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2300397698914533794&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2300397698914533794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2300397698914533794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/plein-de-pleins-lot-of-lots.html' title='Plein de pleins / A lot of lots'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScyXofJONFI/AAAAAAAAG-k/gAQ02IKEsbI/s72-c/IMG_6682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3372448211669605092</id><published>2009-03-26T07:24:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:53:43.584Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nourriture/ Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Une autre vue du paradis / An other side of paradise</title><content type='html'>Aller en Italie et ne pas goûter à LA spécialité locale? Vous pouvez toujours essayer...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visiting Italy and not tasting THE local speciality?You can try...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScswA7z0n5I/AAAAAAAAG8s/rQGe4Qz_xq8/s1600-h/IMG_6818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317396577654185874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScswA7z0n5I/AAAAAAAAG8s/rQGe4Qz_xq8/s400/IMG_6818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais dans ce cas, promenez vous les yeux fermés; Ne regardez pas les échoppes;Fermez vous aux senteurs...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then, stroll with closed eyes; don't look at the shops; don't breath any kind of perfume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScsvoHg35NI/AAAAAAAAG8k/6Qq9r1QWibQ/s1600-h/IMG_6815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317396151299204306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScsvoHg35NI/AAAAAAAAG8k/6Qq9r1QWibQ/s400/IMG_6815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oubliez les centaines de formes que peut prendre la tentation..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget the hundreds shapes temptation may have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScsvRs2wgYI/AAAAAAAAG8c/MHmKPUYCQRY/s1600-h/IMG_6797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317395766186115458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScsvRs2wgYI/AAAAAAAAG8c/MHmKPUYCQRY/s400/IMG_6797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quelqu'un saura toujours vous montrer le chemin du paradis..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone will always know to show you the way to paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScsuqqAy3PI/AAAAAAAAG8U/9bQi7NJsgjs/s1600-h/IMG_5314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317395095408008434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScsuqqAy3PI/AAAAAAAAG8U/9bQi7NJsgjs/s400/IMG_5314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..et là, vous succomberez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..and then, you'll surrender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScsuNg4MviI/AAAAAAAAG8M/GDlbGwL4sZo/s1600-h/IMG_5310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317394594739830306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScsuNg4MviI/AAAAAAAAG8M/GDlbGwL4sZo/s400/IMG_5310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3372448211669605092?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3372448211669605092/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3372448211669605092&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3372448211669605092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3372448211669605092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/une-autre-vue-du-paradis-other-side-of.html' title='Une autre vue du paradis / An other side of paradise'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScswA7z0n5I/AAAAAAAAG8s/rQGe4Qz_xq8/s72-c/IMG_6818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5931295854730250799</id><published>2009-03-25T08:02:00.018Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:38:57.026Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Une parfaite touriste / A perfect tourist</title><content type='html'>Une touriste parfaite aurait expliqué à quel point le Tibre semblait beau lorsqu'il détournait de façon élégante son cours vert argenté comme pour s'incliner devant la perspective de la Basilique St-Pierre..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perfect tourist would explain how beautyful the Tibre was when it slowly changed its silver-green flew as to pay homage to the perspective of the St-Peter ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317037764987974002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnprSdx8XI/AAAAAAAAG7U/qAnJJE7ncTY/s200/IMG_5718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais une touriste imparfaite préfère le fleuve dans un endroit moins spectaculaire, là où il semble encore dormir sous les arbres nus de l'hiver..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But a not perfect tourist prefers the river in a place where it seems to be still asleep under the naked trees of winter..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnrHBXJW1I/AAAAAAAAG7k/wFal8COCn94/s1600-h/IMG_6775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317039340944710482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnrHBXJW1I/AAAAAAAAG7k/wFal8COCn94/s400/IMG_6775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Une touriste parfaite se pâmerait devant les incroyables boutiques de mode..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perfect tourist would be happy in front of the gorgeous fashion shops..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317037356711671234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnpThhH9cI/AAAAAAAAG7M/I8E4QgIhQkI/s200/IMG_5339-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais une touriste imparfaite, et moins riche, préfère trouver des vendeurs de marrons chauds au coin de rues...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the not perfect tourist, and a less rich one, prefers to find something hot to eat at each corner of the streets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnqFnUaOXI/AAAAAAAAG7c/JpVMlcyeWZ4/s1600-h/IMG_6581-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317038217262414194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnqFnUaOXI/AAAAAAAAG7c/JpVMlcyeWZ4/s400/IMG_6581-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Une parfaite touriste trouverait fantastiques les immenses statues de la Place du Capitole..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perfect tourist would think that the immense statues of the Capitole Place are fantastic..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Scno3rgvgLI/AAAAAAAAG7E/WDLnPGBVyqQ/s1600-h/IMG_6264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317036878358085810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Scno3rgvgLI/AAAAAAAAG7E/WDLnPGBVyqQ/s200/IMG_6264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais une touriste imparfaite adorerait découvrir des statues tout aussi belles , bien que plus modestes, cachées au fond des cours à l'abri des regards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But a not prefect tourist would also love those beautyful statues, even more modest, that are hidden in the yards of the buildings..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnoejOzhRI/AAAAAAAAG68/D3dfxe5wsbU/s1600-h/IMG_6410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317036446638638354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnoejOzhRI/AAAAAAAAG68/D3dfxe5wsbU/s400/IMG_6410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Une touriste parfaite dirait son émotion devant le Colysée où tant de gladiateurs sont morts dans des combats perdus d'avance face à des lions et des tigres..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perfect tourist would say how she was moved in the Colisseum, where so much gladiators died in fights against lions and tigers..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317036011788145314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnoFPSXkqI/AAAAAAAAG60/RjN2SfEUw70/s200/IMG_5902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais une touriste imparfaite noterait qu'il y a encore quelques animaux sauvages en liberté..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but a not perfect tourist would notice that there are still some wild beasts in liberty around here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Scnn3AePDLI/AAAAAAAAG6s/mKZbuCvmZAI/s1600-h/IMG_5909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317035767293217970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Scnn3AePDLI/AAAAAAAAG6s/mKZbuCvmZAI/s400/IMG_5909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une touriste parfaite jouerait les stars sur les grands escaliers cinématographiques de la Piazza di Spagna..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perfect tourist would play to be a star on the famous stairs of the Piazza di Spagna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnncocSAyI/AAAAAAAAG6k/YI9AM7wOOnw/s1600-h/IMG_5336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317035314165973794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnncocSAyI/AAAAAAAAG6k/YI9AM7wOOnw/s200/IMG_5336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mais une touriste imparfaite aurait plus de sensations dans l'escalier qui monte à la coupole de la Basilique..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but a not perfect tourist would have more thrill to climb the stairs that lead to the roof of St-Peter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnnFsESWnI/AAAAAAAAG6c/TuKNukmghVQ/s1600-h/IMG_5634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317034920002083442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnnFsESWnI/AAAAAAAAG6c/TuKNukmghVQ/s400/IMG_5634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Une touriste parfaite s'extasierait devant les splendeurs du passé..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perfect tourist would be admiring the marvels of the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317033256643513554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Scnlk3kszNI/AAAAAAAAG58/clqh6hKZcIU/s200/IMG_5533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mais une touriste imparfaite n'oublierait pas de noter les obligations d'aujourd'hui..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but a not perfect tourist would not forget to notice the today's obligations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317033655804776274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Scnl8GkKT1I/AAAAAAAAG6E/4cm-SegBb7A/s400/IMG_5553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une touriste parfaite aimerait flâner DEVANT les grandes colonnades de la place Saint-Pierre, parce que tout le monde le fait ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perfect tourist would like to stroll IN FRONT OF the magnificent columns of the St-Peter's Place, because every one does it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Scnmq7FXpjI/AAAAAAAAG6U/Q7ql1_bgn5w/s1600-h/IMG_5539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317034460176688690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Scnmq7FXpjI/AAAAAAAAG6U/Q7ql1_bgn5w/s200/IMG_5539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une touriste imparfaite aimerait aussi flâner SOUS la colonnade de la place St-Pierre parce que personne n'y va!..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A not perfect tourist would also like to stroll UNDER the columns of St-Peter's place because noone goes there!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnmaisVGrI/AAAAAAAAG6M/7E6Ll46BOkk/s1600-h/IMG_5694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317034178751306418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnmaisVGrI/AAAAAAAAG6M/7E6Ll46BOkk/s400/IMG_5694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5931295854730250799?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5931295854730250799/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5931295854730250799&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5931295854730250799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5931295854730250799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/une-parfaite-touriste-perfect-tourist.html' title='Une parfaite touriste / A perfect tourist'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScnprSdx8XI/AAAAAAAAG7U/qAnJJE7ncTY/s72-c/IMG_5718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3179282048200369685</id><published>2009-03-24T07:32:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:19:43.444Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Au prochain tournant /After the next turning point.</title><content type='html'>On flâne dans les rues du quartier historique de Rome.&lt;br /&gt;C'est la fin de l'après-midi.&lt;br /&gt; Les rues tissent un canevas patient , que l'on suit sans savoir où l'on va, porté par chaque découverte qu'amène la prochaine rue.&lt;br /&gt;L'atmosphère est légère, et la lumière dorée de fin de journée rebondit sur les façades en gerbes d'ocres, d'orange et d'or.&lt;br /&gt;Partout,des promeneurs, des passants,des visiteurs, et quelques romains pressés, et le murmure incessant de la foule.&lt;br /&gt;Soudain, le murmure enfle pour devenir grondement.La foule se densifie. On ne flâne plus , on piétinne, se demandant pourquoi plus rien n'avance..&lt;br /&gt;Puis, on distingue un autre son. C'est... de l'eau! On se fraie un chemin, on lève les yeux et là, on comprend enfin...&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stroll in the old streets of the historical part of Roma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the end of the afternoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Streets are making a patient canvas, that we follow without knowing where we are going to, only droven by the discover that the next turning point will bring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mood is light, and the golden light of the end of the day is reflecting in the ocres, the yellows and golds of the façades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everywhere, there are strollers, walkers, visitors, and some Roman people in a hurry.Everywhere , you can hear the murmur of the crowd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, the murmur is becoming a rumbling. You can't walk anymore, and you don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, you hear another sound.It's ...water!You find a path among the crowd, your eyes are looking upside, and then , you finally understand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciPw6QLp4I/AAAAAAAAG5U/PjoqrZ6pqhI/s1600-h/IMG_5118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316657430544492418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciPw6QLp4I/AAAAAAAAG5U/PjoqrZ6pqhI/s400/IMG_5118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciPW_tymJI/AAAAAAAAG5M/Nd_JkMDMy44/s1600-h/IMG_5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656985334257810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciPW_tymJI/AAAAAAAAG5M/Nd_JkMDMy44/s400/IMG_5119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciPFgi42iI/AAAAAAAAG5E/ET53GBWY-v8/s1600-h/IMG_5123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656684909255202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciPFgi42iI/AAAAAAAAG5E/ET53GBWY-v8/s400/IMG_5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La mythique Fontaine de Trevi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mythic fountain of Trevi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciOwumgAuI/AAAAAAAAG48/v2pivyAaqBA/s1600-h/IMG_5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656327905247970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciOwumgAuI/AAAAAAAAG48/v2pivyAaqBA/s400/IMG_5126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciOcX8DGTI/AAAAAAAAG40/dEye4qA0keY/s1600-h/IMG_5127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655978224228658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciOcX8DGTI/AAAAAAAAG40/dEye4qA0keY/s400/IMG_5127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciN_8Oio8I/AAAAAAAAG4s/R5rDaMa7eFA/s1600-h/IMG_5135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655489749263298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciN_8Oio8I/AAAAAAAAG4s/R5rDaMa7eFA/s400/IMG_5135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entourée par la foule, baignée de lumière, un peu étouffée  au milieu des immeubles , et pourtant immense, royale, belle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrounded by the crowd, somewhat suffocating in the middle of the buildings around, and yet, immense, royal, beautyful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciNiYXINII/AAAAAAAAG4k/J6pbRvbry58/s1600-h/IMG_6811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316654981905396866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciNiYXINII/AAAAAAAAG4k/J6pbRvbry58/s400/IMG_6811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La nuit règne la même atmosphère attirante, seule la lumière change...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the night, there is the same attractive mood, only light has changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciNLyLxZWI/AAAAAAAAG4c/7jQ1EHQ9Q1k/s1600-h/IMG_6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316654593700095330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciNLyLxZWI/AAAAAAAAG4c/7jQ1EHQ9Q1k/s400/IMG_6812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surgissent alors inévitablement les images de "La Dolce Vita", de Federico Fellini..Anita Ekberg se baignant dans l'eau de la fontaine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then , you can't help remembering the pictures of the "Dolce Vita", the movie of Federico Fellini...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anita Ekberg , dancing in the water of the fountain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciM20J5JmI/AAAAAAAAG4U/c3eZSlMPbwo/s1600-h/IMG_6813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316654233451832930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciM20J5JmI/AAAAAAAAG4U/c3eZSlMPbwo/s400/IMG_6813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et en quittant la fontaine pour s'enfoncer à nouveau dans le dédale des rues , on croit entendre un écho lointain murmurer: "Marcello..."..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you live the foutain to dive back in the dark streets, it seems that you hear a faraway echo whispering: "Marcello..."..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3179282048200369685?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3179282048200369685/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3179282048200369685&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3179282048200369685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3179282048200369685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/au-prochain-tournant-after-next-turning.html' title='Au prochain tournant /After the next turning point.'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SciPw6QLp4I/AAAAAAAAG5U/PjoqrZ6pqhI/s72-c/IMG_5118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3165636822851476753</id><published>2009-03-23T09:03:00.018Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:31:04.783Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Plongée depuis les nuages / Diving from the clouds</title><content type='html'>Si vous voyez une frontière, oubliez la.&lt;br /&gt;Si vous croisez des montagnes, évitez les.&lt;br /&gt;Mais lorsque vous trouverez un fleuve aux courbes lascives qui descend vers le sud, suivez le, juqu'à trouver une percée dans les nuages.&lt;br /&gt;Et là, plongez sur..Rome!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you see a frontier, forget it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you meet mountains, avoid them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when you'll find a stream with lazy curves that's running towards south, follow it, until you find an opening in the clouds, and then, dive into...Rome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316309674507517554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdTe2D-PnI/AAAAAAAAG3U/jPHbpwCkE-U/s400/IMG_5645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome, la "Ville aux sept collines, qu'il est si difficile d'apercevoir et de compter lorsqu'on est au ras du sol.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roma, the"City with seven hills", which are so difficult to see and count when you're down on the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdViWacSGI/AAAAAAAAG38/JpQGFpQ5RnM/s1600-h/IMG_5639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316311933754558562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdViWacSGI/AAAAAAAAG38/JpQGFpQ5RnM/s400/IMG_5639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Des bâtiments immenses, des rues enchevétrées, et un grondement sourd et incessant qui monte de la ville.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Immense buildings, entanglement of streets, and this never ending rumbling that 's going up from the town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdT0KmMqNI/AAAAAAAAG3c/0OfFdU0b9l0/s1600-h/IMG_5644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316310040797030610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdT0KmMqNI/AAAAAAAAG3c/0OfFdU0b9l0/s400/IMG_5644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parfois, on aperçoit le havre d'un jardin, un espace miraculeusement sauvegardé que ni la foule ni les voitures ni le bruit ne semblent pouvoir atteindre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, you'll find a garden, like a miraculous shelter that crowd, cars and noise can't reach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdTHsYJWSI/AAAAAAAAG3M/6-hi4AhDOZE/s1600-h/IMG_5648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316309276770785570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdTHsYJWSI/AAAAAAAAG3M/6-hi4AhDOZE/s400/IMG_5648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais la plupart du temps, ce sont des vagues de pierre qui se succèdent, d'où émergent comme de grands navires les silhouettes de monuments qui jouent avec l'ombre ou la lumière que leur accordent les nuages..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But most of the time, there are waves of stone that come one after the other, from which the silhouettes of the monuments emerge, as if they were tall ships, playing with the shadows and the lights that the clouds send to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdSmaI-6hI/AAAAAAAAG3E/TvvRFAuuNMU/s1600-h/IMG_5649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316308704939665938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdSmaI-6hI/AAAAAAAAG3E/TvvRFAuuNMU/s400/IMG_5649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316308298568767746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdSOwSnGQI/AAAAAAAAG28/DPPam1ly6Fw/s400/IMG_5650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdR0BXE9jI/AAAAAAAAG20/OVXlJqEpCjU/s1600-h/IMG_5653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316307839294436914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdR0BXE9jI/AAAAAAAAG20/OVXlJqEpCjU/s400/IMG_5653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdRDld2zbI/AAAAAAAAG2k/UPOOFSwGuV8/s1600-h/IMG_5663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316307007172955570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdRDld2zbI/AAAAAAAAG2k/UPOOFSwGuV8/s400/IMG_5663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puis vient le moment de se poser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the time comes to find a place to rest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdQqFk3gwI/AAAAAAAAG2c/6mlfKqt8vFA/s1600-h/IMG_6206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316306569115697922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdQqFk3gwI/AAAAAAAAG2c/6mlfKqt8vFA/s400/IMG_6206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De profiter de la chaleur du soleil pour se glisser doucement dans la magie du lieu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To enjoy the heat of the sun and to slide slowly into the magic of the place.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316307463595056690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdReJxXXjI/AAAAAAAAG2s/4V0qW6eILOU/s400/IMG_5654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pas de doute, c'est bien Rome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No doubt, it's Roma..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316310457892080690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdUMcZaDDI/AAAAAAAAG3k/ItlPstoyFHs/s400/IMG_5643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3165636822851476753?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3165636822851476753/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3165636822851476753&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3165636822851476753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3165636822851476753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/plongee-vers-linconnu-diving-into.html' title='Plongée depuis les nuages / Diving from the clouds'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScdTe2D-PnI/AAAAAAAAG3U/jPHbpwCkE-U/s72-c/IMG_5645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3251815668248204615</id><published>2009-03-22T15:19:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:53:39.958Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Retour au nid /Back to the nest</title><content type='html'>Me revoilà !&lt;br /&gt;Merci à tous ceux qui ont laissé un gentil commentaire en mon absence.&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme si quelques amis avaient entretenu le feu dans la cheminée pour que la maison ne soit pas froide à mon retour.&lt;br /&gt;A partir de demain, je vous emmène en voyage.&lt;br /&gt;Portés par le vent du sud, nous volerons vers une destination mythique..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScZc8QOsZRI/AAAAAAAAG10/Jbjgl-CHRi8/s1600-h/IMG_6184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038600375952658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScZc8QOsZRI/AAAAAAAAG10/Jbjgl-CHRi8/s400/IMG_6184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScZcBIy1cGI/AAAAAAAAG1s/VSCekKNkzCk/s1600-h/IMG_5547c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316037584767774818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScZcBIy1cGI/AAAAAAAAG1s/VSCekKNkzCk/s400/IMG_5547c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here I am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you so much to all those who left a nice comment when I was away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like if nice friends had made a fire in the chimney, so that the house was not cold when I came back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow, I'll take you on my wings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll follow the southern winds towards a mythic destination..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3251815668248204615?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3251815668248204615/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3251815668248204615&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3251815668248204615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3251815668248204615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/retour-au-nid-back-to-nest.html' title='Retour au nid /Back to the nest'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScZc8QOsZRI/AAAAAAAAG10/Jbjgl-CHRi8/s72-c/IMG_6184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7381491552008361734</id><published>2009-03-14T10:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:15:18.057Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances/Holidays'/><title type='text'>Une pause / A break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbuB-KGqshI/AAAAAAAAGz0/9TTdOSYB2n0/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312983090277822994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbuB-KGqshI/AAAAAAAAGz0/9TTdOSYB2n0/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je prends quelques jours de vacances.&lt;br /&gt;J'espère ramener plein de jolies photos à partager avec vous.&lt;br /&gt;Webbises à tous!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm leaving for a few days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope to be back with pretty pictures to share with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Webhugs to all of you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbuApZC5-MI/AAAAAAAAGzs/Z0r_zcN93ks/s1600-h/IMG_4996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312981633999698114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbuApZC5-MI/AAAAAAAAGzs/Z0r_zcN93ks/s400/IMG_4996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7381491552008361734?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7381491552008361734/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7381491552008361734&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7381491552008361734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7381491552008361734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/une-pause-break.html' title='Une pause / A break'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbuB-KGqshI/AAAAAAAAGz0/9TTdOSYB2n0/s72-c/IMG_1365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2435137211574793232</id><published>2009-03-13T08:27:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:35:25.976Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histoire/ History'/><title type='text'>Chère Catherine /Dear Catherine</title><content type='html'>1543.&lt;br /&gt;La ville est assiégée par les troupes de François 1er alliées aux forces navales turques de Barberousse.&lt;br /&gt;Les assauts se succèdent. Toute la population, hommes, femmes, enfants, s'est réfugiée dans le château et aide les soldats à résister par tous les moyens. Mais bientôt, une brèche est ouverte dans les remparts.Les turcs escaladent les débris et un de leur porte-drapeau vient planter l'étendard orné du croissant sur le haut du mur. Les assiégés, à bout de force et moralement abattus, reculent.&lt;br /&gt;Soudain, une femme surgit de la foule.C'est une lavandière, grande et solide, pas vraiment jolie, habituée aux durs travaux.Elle tient à la main un battoir en bois.&lt;br /&gt;Elle s'en sert pour porter un coup violent au porte-drapeau, qui bascule dans le vide. Elle s'empare du drapeau tombé au sol, le roule en boule, se retourne et retrousse ses jupes, dévoilant aux assiégeants médusés la partie charnue de son anatomie; Après avoir fait semblant de souiller le drapeau, elle le renvoie à l'ennemi! Les turcs sont tétanisés, Les Niçois, galvanisés , reprennent le combat et repoussent l'ennemi!!&lt;br /&gt;Les historiens locaux s'interrogent encore aujourd'hui sur la véracité de cette histoire. Mais pas la population.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Segurane, notre héroïne, surnommée Maufacha ("Mauvaise face") à cause de sa laideur, issue du peuple, en incarne le courage et la simplicité. Elle est honorée tous les 15 août, elle a son monument , sa rue, un collège porte son nom.&lt;br /&gt;C'est notre chère Catherine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbocT303t4I/AAAAAAAAGy8/1MD1kwdkD0M/s1600-h/IMG_5027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312589838165718914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbocT303t4I/AAAAAAAAGy8/1MD1kwdkD0M/s400/IMG_5027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Le monument , sur les vestiges des remparts où se situe l'histoire.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The monument, on the ramparts where the story happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sbob50aOMpI/AAAAAAAAGy0/Q6-9uNls4Cg/s1600-h/IMG_5030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312589390572040850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sbob50aOMpI/AAAAAAAAGy0/Q6-9uNls4Cg/s400/IMG_5030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Le battoir dont Catherine s'est servie pour assommer l'ennemi.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beetle used by her to stun the ennemy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbobqJdWedI/AAAAAAAAGys/N1yhr5aDwtY/s1600-h/IMG_5025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312589121344403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbobqJdWedI/AAAAAAAAGys/N1yhr5aDwtY/s400/IMG_5025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Le drapeau avec le croissant, dont elle s'est emparée.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The flag with the croissant on it, that she took from the ennemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SboawW0QN1I/AAAAAAAAGyk/1pSxml4jrCs/s1600-h/IMG_5023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312588128497710930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SboawW0QN1I/AAAAAAAAGyk/1pSxml4jrCs/s400/IMG_5023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Un boulet , tiré lors de ces combats, souvenir de cette bataille , conservé dans la vieille ville, entouré de deux plaques expliquant sa provenance.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cannonball used during this battle, is kept as a souvenir in the old town. Two signs explain where it comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SboaXKqs17I/AAAAAAAAGyc/1UvuxghvIwQ/s1600-h/IMG_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312587695739688882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SboaXKqs17I/AAAAAAAAGyc/1UvuxghvIwQ/s400/IMG_5011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SboZ96CGnJI/AAAAAAAAGyU/5TntXxdhY5k/s1600-h/IMG_5015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312587261777714322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SboZ96CGnJI/AAAAAAAAGyU/5TntXxdhY5k/s400/IMG_5015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; 1543.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The town is besieged by the soldiers of the king François the 1rst, allied with the turkish marine under Captain Redbear 's command.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assaults are following one each others;The whole population of the town, men, women, children, came into the castle to help its soldiers to resist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But a cannonball opens a breach in the walls. Turkish soldiers climb on the stones and one of them succeeds in sticking the turkish flag on the top of the destroyed wall.Inside of the ramparts, soldiers are tired, discouraged.They retreat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, a woman gets out of the crowd.She is a washerwoman.She is tall and strong, not really pretty. She is holding a wooden beetle in her hand.She uses it to stun the turkish soldier, who falls down the ramparts. Then, she takes the flag, she rolls up her skirt, showing her bottom to the petrified ennemies, she does like if she was.. you know, soiling the flag, and then , throws the flag back to the turkish men!The people of Nice, seeing that, finds its courage back and begins to fight again, and finally pushes back the assault!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Local historians are not sure that this story really happened that way.But the people here are sure it's true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catherine Segurane is our heroine.She was called Maufacha (which means "bad face"), because she was ugly, but she came from the crowd, and she incarnates its courage and its simplicity.Every year, we pay homage to her, she has a monument, a street, a college has her name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is our dear Catherine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2435137211574793232?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2435137211574793232/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2435137211574793232&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2435137211574793232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2435137211574793232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/chere-catherine-dear-catherine.html' title='Chère Catherine /Dear Catherine'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbocT303t4I/AAAAAAAAGy8/1MD1kwdkD0M/s72-c/IMG_5027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-943668990375063683</id><published>2009-03-12T08:42:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:21:23.910Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Nettoyage de printemps /Spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjTjJqOsKI/AAAAAAAAGx0/fxyOSEj2C6o/s1600-h/IMG_4991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312228361325424802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjTjJqOsKI/AAAAAAAAGx0/fxyOSEj2C6o/s400/IMG_4991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cela paraît si facile quand on les regarde faire..&lt;br /&gt;Ils grimpent avec une agilité déconcertante, donnent deux ou trois coups de tronçonneuse, la branche tombe par terre et le tour est joué..&lt;br /&gt;MAIS , si ce matin les arbres étaient relativement petits, j'en ai vu dont la coupe annuelle se situait à une hauteur quatre ou cinq fois plus importante; Une fois là-haut, il y a le vent, qui secoue l'arbre et les branches; il y a des insectes, des oiseaux, parfois même des rats!Et que dire des épines, des branches cassées coupantes comme du verre; Que penser du fait de rester accroché en l'air juste par un filin autour de la taille.Que dire du bruit de la machine toute la journée dans les oreilles;sans parler du poids de cet engin, qu'il faut tenir à bout de bras;de l'attention constante qu'il faut avoir pour éviter de couper autre chose que l'arbre..&lt;br /&gt;Cela "paraît" facile, mais je crois que ça ne l'est pas.&lt;br /&gt;D'où mon admiration pour ces jardiniers de l'extrême..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjMvoaONII/AAAAAAAAGxc/3HPL7tCA6g8/s1600-h/IMG_4988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312220879156819074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjMvoaONII/AAAAAAAAGxc/3HPL7tCA6g8/s400/IMG_4988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjMSWalmCI/AAAAAAAAGxU/B2HvkwuEbDE/s1600-h/IMG_4989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312220376110307362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjMSWalmCI/AAAAAAAAGxU/B2HvkwuEbDE/s400/IMG_4989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjLn0CbIRI/AAAAAAAAGxE/R2BIX8kFLag/s1600-h/IMG_4993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312219645327646994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjLn0CbIRI/AAAAAAAAGxE/R2BIX8kFLag/s400/IMG_4993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312220023239990930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjL9z3v3pI/AAAAAAAAGxM/rdGJxxfuWmw/s400/IMG_4992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjLSif6Y9I/AAAAAAAAGw8/roeqH47CcLU/s1600-h/IMG_4995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312219279842239442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjLSif6Y9I/AAAAAAAAGw8/roeqH47CcLU/s400/IMG_4995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems so easy when you look at him..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He 's climbing quite easily, then he cuts a branch or two and the work is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT, this morning, the trees were small ones. I sometimes saw those men climbing four or five times higher.When you're there, the wind is blowing and makes the branches and the tree move and rock.There are insects, birds, and sometimes even rats!There are spines, and cut branches as sharp as glass. And what about the idea to stay in the air only bound with a small rope;What about the noise of the machine,and about its weight;and what about the constant attention you need to keep all the day long, to avoid to cut something else than the tree..&lt;br /&gt;It "seems " to be easy, but I don't think it is.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always admire those gardeners of the extreme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-943668990375063683?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/943668990375063683/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=943668990375063683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/943668990375063683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/943668990375063683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/nettoyage-de-printemps-spring-cleaning.html' title='Nettoyage de printemps /Spring cleaning'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbjTjJqOsKI/AAAAAAAAGx0/fxyOSEj2C6o/s72-c/IMG_4991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5995050322218743245</id><published>2009-03-11T07:17:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:54:37.934Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade/Stroll'/><title type='text'>A travers les arbres/Through the trees</title><content type='html'>En marchant sur le sentier qui longe le bord de mer, on entrevoit des mondes à travers les arbres, petits bouts de rêve cachés entre les branches..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're walking on the path along the sea, you can have a glimpse on others worlds behind the trees, small pieces of dreams hidden in the branches..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbdnfDuiIAI/AAAAAAAAGwk/4NdQzJHht5s/s1600-h/IMG_4788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311828068780875778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbdnfDuiIAI/AAAAAAAAGwk/4NdQzJHht5s/s400/IMG_4788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La villa Kerylos, le rêve d'un homme riche passionné par l'histoire grecque, qui a reconstruit à l'identique une authentique demeure de patricien, avec ses bains, ses cours interieures et ses jardins méditerranéens..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Villa Kerylos, which was the dream of a rich man whose passion was the Greek antic time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He build a perfect patrician greek house, exactly like the real ones,with its bathes, its inner yard, and its mediterranean gardens..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sbdm6b6232I/AAAAAAAAGwc/6unI3HLLx0A/s1600-h/IMG_4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311827439619858274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sbdm6b6232I/AAAAAAAAGwc/6unI3HLLx0A/s400/IMG_4832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un petit phare, et sa lumière attractive pour tous les marins à la recherche d'un abri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A small lighthouse, and its attractive light for all the sailors who are looking for a shelter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sbdma699JpI/AAAAAAAAGwU/2dTdAb5wlsM/s1600-h/IMG_4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311826898198537874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sbdma699JpI/AAAAAAAAGwU/2dTdAb5wlsM/s400/IMG_4912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Une voile rouge, comme symbole de tranquilité, d'isolement,et la délicieuse perspective d'une calme journée de pêche et de farniente, loin du bruit de la foule..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A red sail , as a symbol of quietness and loneliness, and the delicious vision of a peaceful day of fishing and resting, far from the crowd..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sbdl3-9CmaI/AAAAAAAAGwM/My2EMWd-ZDg/s1600-h/IMG_4930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311826297973021090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sbdl3-9CmaI/AAAAAAAAGwM/My2EMWd-ZDg/s400/IMG_4930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Un horizon bleu, une envie de fuir, de prendre le large, de tout quitter pour aller se perdre dans les vagues, en faisant cap vers le soleil, en se laissant porter par le vent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A blue skyline, a desire to escape, an inclination to leave everything behind and to get lost among the waves,to make road to the sun, pushed by the wind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5995050322218743245?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5995050322218743245/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5995050322218743245&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5995050322218743245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5995050322218743245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/travers-les-arbresthrough-trees.html' title='A travers les arbres/Through the trees'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbdnfDuiIAI/AAAAAAAAGwk/4NdQzJHht5s/s72-c/IMG_4788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5105227276573176302</id><published>2009-03-10T07:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:54:01.314Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizarre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade'/><title type='text'>Un fantôme de fontaine../ A ghost of fountain..</title><content type='html'>Ici, on appelle ça un "Trompe-l'oeil"..De loin, on  pense voir une fontaine, de l'eau qui coule, des plantes..Mais c'est une porte de garage!Plutôt sympa comme graffiti, non?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311461522828981074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbYaHRpgc1I/AAAAAAAAGu8/t-qAe4gfzZw/s400/IMG_4853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbYai-fwHgI/AAAAAAAAGvE/nsFSZN0j--k/s1600-h/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311461998724128258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbYai-fwHgI/AAAAAAAAGvE/nsFSZN0j--k/s400/IMG_4854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311462561166788642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbYbDtwiCCI/AAAAAAAAGvM/gzCPe2XYc1s/s400/IMG_4855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; Around here, we call that a "trompe-l'oeil", which means something like "make -the -eyes -believe -something -wrong"..At first sight, you think you're looking at a fountain, with water and plants, but it's only a garage's door! Nice graffiti, isn't it?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5105227276573176302?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5105227276573176302/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5105227276573176302&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5105227276573176302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5105227276573176302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-fantome-de-fontaine-ghost-of.html' title='Un fantôme de fontaine../ A ghost of fountain..'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbYaHRpgc1I/AAAAAAAAGu8/t-qAe4gfzZw/s72-c/IMG_4853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5438455857955998685</id><published>2009-03-09T08:58:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:02:26.303Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade/Stroll'/><title type='text'>Bouts du monde / Ends of the world</title><content type='html'>Hier, j'ai trouvé cette petite chapelle tout au bout de la Pointe Saint-Hospice.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, I found this little chapel at the end of Holy-Hospice Cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311111836340928402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTcE195P5I/AAAAAAAAGt8/yCV4wJkdMps/s400/IMG_4900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle est au bout de la route, on ne peut pas aller plus loin.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's at the end of the road, it's impossible to go farther.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311112213713750546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTcazylihI/AAAAAAAAGuE/PYp7iJQN68E/s400/IMG_4893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur la droite du portail, il y avait un panneau qui présentait le texte suivant:..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the right of the iron gate, there was a notice:...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311112553884713378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTcunBqgaI/AAAAAAAAGuM/Zy-ZG40tIZs/s400/IMG_4882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The hazard of a stroll lead you to this chapel at the end of the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind the apse, it's the wide sea;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind the porch, the harbour is offering a shelter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are between Sea and Earth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the long journey of the eastern  and western waves is ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here, so much sailors came just before sailing away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here, so much women climbed the hill to find the strenght to hope for their return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are between Sea and Earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a rest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep silent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And may come from your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the millenial prayer and your adoration to the God who created&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earth and Sea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Effectivement, comme le rappelait le nom d'une maison un peu plus loin,j'étais "au bout de la route"..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, as the name of a house reminded it to me, I was at" the end of the road"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTb0lgSOmI/AAAAAAAAGt0/RXlybr2GUkI/s1600-h/IMG_4783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311111557043862114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTb0lgSOmI/AAAAAAAAGt0/RXlybr2GUkI/s400/IMG_4783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Entre la Mer et la Terre"..Là où les montagnes, dans un dernier élan,viennent se jeter dans la Méditerranée et noyer leur âme grise dans le bleu des vagues..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Between the Sea and the Earth.."There where the mountains , in their last surge, come and dive into the Mediterranean Sea, and drown their grey soul into the blue of the waves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTbBcQgYpI/AAAAAAAAGtk/X2NOjQ_a_DM/s1600-h/IMG_4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311110678388433554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTbBcQgYpI/AAAAAAAAGtk/X2NOjQ_a_DM/s400/IMG_4825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tout était calme, j'ai écouté le silence, et soudain, j'étais seule au bout du monde...avec le souffle d'un vent qui m'a paru aussi léger qu'une prière..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything was peaceful, I listened to the silent, and suddenly, I was alone at the end of the world...with the breath of a wind which seemed to me being as light as a prayer..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311111216432545554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTbgwoN_xI/AAAAAAAAGts/7z6txmnCOQI/s400/IMG_4804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5438455857955998685?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5438455857955998685/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5438455857955998685&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5438455857955998685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5438455857955998685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/bouts-du-monde-ends-of-world.html' title='Bouts du monde / Ends of the world'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbTcE195P5I/AAAAAAAAGt8/yCV4wJkdMps/s72-c/IMG_4900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-4277956322385688633</id><published>2009-03-08T13:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:54:21.244Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fêtes/feast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evènement /Event'/><title type='text'>Journée Internationale de la Femme /International Day of the Women</title><content type='html'>Juste un voeu: qu'il n'y ait plus besoin d'une journée internationale de la femme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbPNdPaA4HI/AAAAAAAAGs8/trfH1Bsy4Yc/s1600-h/IMG_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310814287835488370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbPNdPaA4HI/AAAAAAAAGs8/trfH1Bsy4Yc/s400/IMG_4859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Only a wish: No more need of an international day of the women...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-4277956322385688633?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/4277956322385688633/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=4277956322385688633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4277956322385688633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4277956322385688633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/journee-internationale-de-la-femme.html' title='Journée Internationale de la Femme /International Day of the Women'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbPNdPaA4HI/AAAAAAAAGs8/trfH1Bsy4Yc/s72-c/IMG_4859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3533631144434730391</id><published>2009-03-07T09:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:29:21.251Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Réflexion'/><title type='text'>Entre deux mondes / Between two worlds</title><content type='html'>"La porte la mieux fermée est celle qu'on peut laisser ouverte."&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbe chinois)&lt;br /&gt;Bon week-end à tous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbI9wTBCI4I/AAAAAAAAGs0/x33cwELtWak/s1600-h/IMG_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310374810570859394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbI9wTBCI4I/AAAAAAAAGs0/x33cwELtWak/s400/IMG_3692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The door which is the better closed is the one you can let opened."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chinese quote)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you all a good week-end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3533631144434730391?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3533631144434730391/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3533631144434730391&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3533631144434730391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3533631144434730391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/entre-deux-mondes-between-two-worlds.html' title='Entre deux mondes / Between two worlds'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbI9wTBCI4I/AAAAAAAAGs0/x33cwELtWak/s72-c/IMG_3692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3843240827566569225</id><published>2009-03-06T08:24:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:17:05.401Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><title type='text'>Mots pour la pluie /Words for the rain</title><content type='html'>Les bateaux n'étaient pas les seuls à faire des ronds dans l'eau ce matin..&lt;br /&gt;Il y avait aussi les gouttes de pluie.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boats were not the only ones to make circles on the water this morning..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raindrops did it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDhJU1GBeI/AAAAAAAAGsE/ikA4Hst4EiY/s1600-h/IMG_4697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309991510996288994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDhJU1GBeI/AAAAAAAAGsE/ikA4Hst4EiY/s400/IMG_4697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Petite pluie , tombe du ciel en jolis diamants, ta mélodie est un enchantement"..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Small rain, fall from the sky into pretty diamonds, your melody is an enchantement"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDg0fVpvZI/AAAAAAAAGr8/UVLy1UQuu-E/s1600-h/IMG_4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309991153039949202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDg0fVpvZI/AAAAAAAAGr8/UVLy1UQuu-E/s400/IMG_4752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "La pluie est le mode de pensée de ceux qui ont le goût pour une certaine suspension du monde.Dire que l'on aime la pluie, c'est affirmer une différence."(Martin Page)&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The rain is the way of thinking of those who like a kind of suspension of the world. To say you love the rain means to assert a difference."(Martin Page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDgpO_SLoI/AAAAAAAAGr0/5LKDRT_s_Oo/s1600-h/IMG_4705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309990959672602242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDgpO_SLoI/AAAAAAAAGr0/5LKDRT_s_Oo/s400/IMG_4705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"De l'orage philarmonique, chaque goutte est une musique, qu'on écoute et que l'on goutte, c'est le bonheur au goutte à goutte.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the philarmonic storm, every drop is a music, that we hear and taste, it's a drop by drop happyness.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDgc6WyGWI/AAAAAAAAGrs/LFKOB3XId1Y/s1600-h/IMG_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309990747975588194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDgc6WyGWI/AAAAAAAAGrs/LFKOB3XId1Y/s400/IMG_4708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDgHSPlN0I/AAAAAAAAGrk/_JvtiEvbDdQ/s1600-h/IMG_4725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309990376430712642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDgHSPlN0I/AAAAAAAAGrk/_JvtiEvbDdQ/s400/IMG_4725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Et ruisselle à jamais sur le chemin l'eau d'une heure de pluie dans la lumière". (Yves Bonnefoy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And may flow forever on the path the water of an hour of rain in the light." (Yves Bonnefoy) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDfpo250UI/AAAAAAAAGrc/aJUrQglVZmM/s1600-h/IMG_4727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309989867105145154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDfpo250UI/AAAAAAAAGrc/aJUrQglVZmM/s400/IMG_4727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Il n'y a plus de solitude là où est la poésie". (Charles Ferdinand Ramuz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is no loneliness where there is poetry". (Charles Ferdinand Ramuz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDfIDQRTHI/AAAAAAAAGrU/hUDPNtn0sPM/s1600-h/IMG_4729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309989290075311218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDfIDQRTHI/AAAAAAAAGrU/hUDPNtn0sPM/s400/IMG_4729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Que retiendra l'univers des cercles faits par nos bras alors que notre étoile sait devoir renoncer à l'eternité? Le ciel devient invisible sous le crachin, et chacun ne sait plus que l'eau est toujours en mouvement."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.M. Bongireaud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What will the universe remember about the circles made by our arms, when our star knows to have to renounce to eternity?The sky becomes invisible under the drizzle,and everyone knows no more that water is always moving." (J.M. Bongireaud)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDepZTpXhI/AAAAAAAAGrM/SiJqPTFvZbI/s1600-h/IMG_4733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309988763419106834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDepZTpXhI/AAAAAAAAGrM/SiJqPTFvZbI/s400/IMG_4733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Autant apprendre à marcher sous la pluie, le visage offert".(J.J. GOldman)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As well learn to walk under the rain with an offered face". (J.J. Goldman)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3843240827566569225?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3843240827566569225/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3843240827566569225&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3843240827566569225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3843240827566569225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/vous-avez-dit-printemps-spring-you-said.html' title='Mots pour la pluie /Words for the rain'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SbDhJU1GBeI/AAAAAAAAGsE/ikA4Hst4EiY/s72-c/IMG_4697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-4629257590162748496</id><published>2009-03-05T09:09:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:55:13.936Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos anciennes/Old pictures'/><title type='text'>Vieille neige / Old snow</title><content type='html'>J'aurais aimé pouvoir dire que ces photos sortaient de mes albums et qu'elles faisaient partie de ma collection personnelle, mais ce n'est pas le cas.&lt;br /&gt;Pendant Carnaval, ces photos étaient exposées le long des tribunes afin de promouvoir les sports d'hiver dans l'arrière-pays et de soutenir la candidature de la région aux jeux olympiques de&lt;br /&gt;2018.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have liked to tell you that those pictures were mine and came from my private collection, but it's not the case.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During Carnaval time, they were exposed along the galleries, to promote the winter sports in the mountains behind the town and also to sustain the candidature of the region to the next olympic winter games in 2018.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-ZL4I0Z_I/AAAAAAAAGqk/4rZ22rol_-Q/s1600-h/IMG_4422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309630915020089330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-ZL4I0Z_I/AAAAAAAAGqk/4rZ22rol_-Q/s400/IMG_4422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-YyoW-gSI/AAAAAAAAGqc/rrW5Eo06imU/s1600-h/IMG_4421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309630481287774498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-YyoW-gSI/AAAAAAAAGqc/rrW5Eo06imU/s400/IMG_4421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comme j'aime les vieilles photos, j'ai aimé cette idée..Voici quelques-uns des plus jolis clichés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I like old pictures, I loved this idea..Here are some of the prettiest pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-YjNaXS8I/AAAAAAAAGqU/y1L0CjZuqxk/s1600-h/IMG_4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309630216356187074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-YjNaXS8I/AAAAAAAAGqU/y1L0CjZuqxk/s400/IMG_4408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J'aime voir les costumes, les chapeaux, le vieux matériel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les dames sont en jupe à la neige!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like to see those costumes, those hats, the old material for skiying..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ladies are wearing skirts to walk in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-YVKYhyWI/AAAAAAAAGqM/FTJlGH5q-zM/s1600-h/IMG_4409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629975025011042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-YVKYhyWI/AAAAAAAAGqM/FTJlGH5q-zM/s400/IMG_4409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quelques audacieuses jeunes femmes portaient quand même des pantalons..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some young courageous women dared to wear pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-YJLi5T7I/AAAAAAAAGqE/XsOguELeqvM/s1600-h/IMG_4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629769178501042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-YJLi5T7I/AAAAAAAAGqE/XsOguELeqvM/s400/IMG_4411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Une belle brochette de chasseurs alpins, à l'allure martiale..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beautyful rank of soldiers called here "alpine hunters", standing proudly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-X80t5DlI/AAAAAAAAGp8/p11Sic6q3Hs/s1600-h/IMG_4412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629556892175954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-X80t5DlI/AAAAAAAAGp8/p11Sic6q3Hs/s400/IMG_4412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Encore des jupes!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More skirts!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-Xr4Vc_OI/AAAAAAAAGp0/9SCTLjzAVe0/s1600-h/IMG_4413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629265805638882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-Xr4Vc_OI/AAAAAAAAGp0/9SCTLjzAVe0/s400/IMG_4413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Une vieille affiche : Peira-Cava est un petit village, à une heure de Nice dans les montagnes, la première station à notre portée.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;An old sign: Peira-Cava is a very small village near Nice in the mountains, only an hour away from here, the nearest place to find snow and to ski.("Sports d'hiver" means "winter games") &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-XeYt0T2I/AAAAAAAAGps/yTHILo3yfaw/s1600-h/IMG_4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629033979596642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-XeYt0T2I/AAAAAAAAGps/yTHILo3yfaw/s400/IMG_4415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Un rassemblement près d'une chapelle de montagne..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A meeting near a small mountain's chapel..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-XSmwltpI/AAAAAAAAGpk/9nEaNBsiEbo/s1600-h/IMG_4420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309628831590889106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-XSmwltpI/AAAAAAAAGpk/9nEaNBsiEbo/s400/IMG_4420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le pique-nique près de la rivière; Nous sommes à la montagne, mais ces messieurs portent tous le costume et la cravate, les dames sont en robe longue; tout le monde porte un chapeau;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La tabourets sont des pliants, mais la vaisselle sur la table n'a pas dû être facile à transporter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vieux temps, joli temps, jolies photos...Jolies vies?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The picnic near the river; we are in the mountain, but every man is wearing a costume and a tie, and every woman has a long dress; evryone is wearing a hat;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stools are folding, but plates , pots and glasses on the table were probably heavy to carry until there..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old times, pretty times, pretty pictures...Pretty lifes?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-4629257590162748496?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/4629257590162748496/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=4629257590162748496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4629257590162748496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4629257590162748496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/vieille-neige-old-snow.html' title='Vieille neige / Old snow'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa-ZL4I0Z_I/AAAAAAAAGqk/4rZ22rol_-Q/s72-c/IMG_4422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7260186336409481815</id><published>2009-03-04T08:08:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:38:41.889Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animaux/Animals'/><title type='text'>Nourrir les oiseaux../ Feeding the birds..</title><content type='html'>Ils sont nombreux, ceux qui prennent le temps de nourrir les oiseaux..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of people take time to feed the birds..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa448kwfpDI/AAAAAAAAGo0/hNUaz30_pTw/s1600-h/IMG_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309243624026776626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa448kwfpDI/AAAAAAAAGo0/hNUaz30_pTw/s400/IMG_4672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Certains le font tranquillement, comme en invitant les oiseaux à se joindre à la conversation, dans une sorte d'intimité amicale et familière..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people do it quietly, they seem to invite the birds to join the conversation, in a friendly intimity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa44pm_EvvI/AAAAAAAAGos/MYdFM65QtxE/s1600-h/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309243298207284978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa44pm_EvvI/AAAAAAAAGos/MYdFM65QtxE/s400/IMG_4666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pour d'autres, on dirait qu'il s'agit d'invoquer quelque dieu et de s'attirer ses bonnes grâces..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some others, it seems that they want to invoke some god and get some favor from the sky..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa44S9mwsdI/AAAAAAAAGok/hxzgrRn2ZPE/s1600-h/IMG_4382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309242909142331858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa44S9mwsdI/AAAAAAAAGok/hxzgrRn2ZPE/s400/IMG_4382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parfois, cela ressemble à la recherche désespérée d'un ami..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes , it looks like the desperate search for a friend..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa43VaVGklI/AAAAAAAAGoc/RYuDyE7ZQOA/s1600-h/IMG_3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309241851701006930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa43VaVGklI/AAAAAAAAGoc/RYuDyE7ZQOA/s400/IMG_3330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quoi rêvent les oiseaux?.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tête blanche ou tête noire,leur amitié n'est qu'éphémère et interessée. Leurs pensées et leurs ailes les ramènent toujours vers les vagues..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the birds dreaming of?..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;White head or black head does not matter. Their friendship is only ephemere . Their thoughts and their wings always bring them back to the waves..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309244516165698450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa45wgO_Q5I/AAAAAAAAGpE/BLDBcpQN0o4/s400/IMG_3333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309244027879917314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa45UFOlhwI/AAAAAAAAGo8/ysx_ZGlrO3Q/s400/IMG_4677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7260186336409481815?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7260186336409481815/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7260186336409481815&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7260186336409481815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7260186336409481815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/nourrir-les-oiseaux-feeding-birds.html' title='Nourrir les oiseaux../ Feeding the birds..'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sa448kwfpDI/AAAAAAAAGo0/hNUaz30_pTw/s72-c/IMG_4672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-8938254455850563846</id><published>2009-03-03T09:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:17:11.378Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Réflexion'/><title type='text'>Meditation...</title><content type='html'>"La vie, ce n'est pas attendre que la tempête passe...C'est apprendre à danser sous la pluie"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saz0Rw83IrI/AAAAAAAAGoE/18tegHCXIeU/s1600-h/IMG_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308886646798099122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saz0Rw83IrI/AAAAAAAAGoE/18tegHCXIeU/s400/IMG_4390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-8938254455850563846?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/8938254455850563846/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=8938254455850563846&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8938254455850563846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8938254455850563846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/meditation.html' title='Meditation...'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saz0Rw83IrI/AAAAAAAAGoE/18tegHCXIeU/s72-c/IMG_4390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-397106016651416467</id><published>2009-03-02T09:05:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:52:28.688Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histoire/ History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><title type='text'>Le Monument du Centenaire / The Monument of the Centenarian</title><content type='html'>Comme toutes les villes situées près des frontières, Nice a eu au fil des siècles une histoire longue et très mouvementée.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like most of the cities located near a frontier, Nice had a long and eventful story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaujkaKQTrI/AAAAAAAAGns/wSrlUcL4Be8/s1600-h/IMG_3177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308516431679213234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaujkaKQTrI/AAAAAAAAGns/wSrlUcL4Be8/s400/IMG_3177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pour faire court, après la Révolution Française, la ville fut rattachée une première fois à la France en 1793, puis en fut séparée à nouveau, avant de devenir définitivement française en 1860.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make short, after the French Revolution, the city became french a first time in 1793, then it was separated from France and then , in 1860, the town became french definitively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaujJCRg6EI/AAAAAAAAGnk/m-nzGgJ3qhU/s1600-h/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308515961410742338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaujJCRg6EI/AAAAAAAAGnk/m-nzGgJ3qhU/s400/IMG_3179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En fait, le monument DU centenaire en célèbre deux!..(1793-1893, et 1860-1960)&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the monument of THE centenarian is celebrating TWO centenarians!..(1793-1893, and 1860-1960)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saui5LHuYnI/AAAAAAAAGnc/UBRUInbmZ_g/s1600-h/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308515688907694706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saui5LHuYnI/AAAAAAAAGnc/UBRUInbmZ_g/s400/IMG_3180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais ce que je préfère dans ce genre de monuments, c'est moins l'évènement lui-même que la façon dont il est symbolisé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what I prefer in this kind of monument is less the event itself than the symbols that are used to illustrate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sauikp4BJjI/AAAAAAAAGnU/6odbHM1JxZM/s1600-h/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308515336386061874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sauikp4BJjI/AAAAAAAAGnU/6odbHM1JxZM/s400/IMG_3183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tout en haut de la colonne, on trouve la déesse grecque Niké, ou Nikaia, (ce qui signifie "victoire" en grec; c'est de là que vient le nom de la ville) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice, c'est cette jeune fille qui se réfugie dans les bras de la femme ,plus vieille et plus grande, La France. Celle-ci enlace et protège la fille de son bras droit, tout en s'appuyant du bras gauche sur un faisceau symbolisant la République.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the top of the column, the greek goddess Nike, or Nikaia (which means "victory" in greek; from there comes the name of the town)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice is this young girl, who is coming in the arms of the older and bigger lady: this one is France ;She protects the younger one with her right arm, and the left arm is put on a bundle, which is the symbol for the republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SauiMf1BWxI/AAAAAAAAGnM/wC1Ny6MfAew/s1600-h/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514921372277522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SauiMf1BWxI/AAAAAAAAGnM/wC1Ny6MfAew/s400/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Derrière la colonne, la Méditerranée, mon bien-aimé fragment bleu, symbolisée ici par une jeune femme aux courbes rondes et voluptueuses..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind the column, the Mediterranean Sea, my beloved blue fragment, whose symbol is a beautyful young women with voluptuous curves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sauh7sSNFBI/AAAAAAAAGnE/2S1wM7WBLu4/s1600-h/IMG_3189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514632658129938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sauh7sSNFBI/AAAAAAAAGnE/2S1wM7WBLu4/s400/IMG_3189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tout un monde de pierre, féminin, immuable..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'aime l'idée de ma ville et de mon pays ayant des visages de femmes, doux mais fermes, protecteurs,sereins, sous l'oeil bienveillant de la déesse fondatrice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un monde maternel, où l' on se sent bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A whole world of stone, feminine, immutable..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the idea of my town with faces of women, mild but firm, protector, serene, under the kindly eye of the founder goddess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A maternal world, where it's good to live. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sauhso6PiUI/AAAAAAAAGm8/4rgY_vLGlIw/s1600-h/IMG_3192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514374054283586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sauhso6PiUI/AAAAAAAAGm8/4rgY_vLGlIw/s400/IMG_3192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-397106016651416467?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/397106016651416467/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=397106016651416467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/397106016651416467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/397106016651416467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/le-monument-du-centenaire-monument-of.html' title='Le Monument du Centenaire / The Monument of the Centenarian'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaujkaKQTrI/AAAAAAAAGns/wSrlUcL4Be8/s72-c/IMG_3177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-5346759305956583804</id><published>2009-03-01T15:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:24:19.389Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinéma'/><title type='text'>Gran Director</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saq2jzVuBtI/AAAAAAAAGmM/W2pdTarmtWQ/s1600-h/gran-torino-teaser-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308255837002532562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saq2jzVuBtI/AAAAAAAAGmM/W2pdTarmtWQ/s400/gran-torino-teaser-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qu'est-ce qui fait un grand réalisateur de films?&lt;br /&gt;Le plaisir qu'on ressent lorsqu'on apprend que sa dernière oeuvre va sortir.&lt;br /&gt;Le fait qu'à chaque fois , il arrive à nous surprendre.&lt;br /&gt;Le fait qu'à chaque fois, ses sujets sont graves , passionnants, et toujours d'actualité.&lt;br /&gt;Le fait qu'on a l'impression d'être plus intelligents après avoir vu son film qu'avant.&lt;br /&gt;Le fait que le silence qui suit la fin de la projection, appartient aussi et encore à son film.&lt;br /&gt;Le fait que les spectateurs applaudissent debout à la fin de la projection, avec des larmes dans les yeux. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être simplement que ce qui fait un grand réalisateur de films, c'est qu'il soit d'abord et avant tout un grand Homme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaqxGvYau0I/AAAAAAAAGl0/Le7gWLkBaEw/s1600-h/gran-torino-image-2-grand-format.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308249840165763906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaqxGvYau0I/AAAAAAAAGl0/Le7gWLkBaEw/s400/gran-torino-image-2-grand-format.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saqw1yU3-2I/AAAAAAAAGls/_bDscgdA3HU/s1600-h/GranTorinoG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308249548898433890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saqw1yU3-2I/AAAAAAAAGls/_bDscgdA3HU/s400/GranTorinoG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; What does make a great director?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each time we know that a movie he made is arriving on the screens, we're happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time he makes a new film, he surprises us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For each movie, subjects are grave, fascinating, and talk about actuality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After having seen his movies, you feel more clever than before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silent that comes after the film is still part of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of the film, people are standing, with tears in their eyes, and they are applausing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, a great film maker is , before and above all ,simply a big Man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-5346759305956583804?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/5346759305956583804/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=5346759305956583804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5346759305956583804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/5346759305956583804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/03/gran-director.html' title='Gran Director'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saq2jzVuBtI/AAAAAAAAGmM/W2pdTarmtWQ/s72-c/gran-torino-teaser-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-6957826680787057487</id><published>2009-02-28T13:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:16:11.100Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gens / People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musique/ Music'/><title type='text'>Babe alone in Babylone</title><content type='html'>Il cherchait l'inspiration , et Bob Dylan lui a soufflé la réponse...&lt;br /&gt;"The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak4Nk9FqJI/AAAAAAAAGlk/dvD-LzD6ndI/s1600-h/IMG_4453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835441742194834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak4Nk9FqJI/AAAAAAAAGlk/dvD-LzD6ndI/s400/IMG_4453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak4BS80SvI/AAAAAAAAGlc/u7alFKC8MfQ/s1600-h/IMG_4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835230750788338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak4BS80SvI/AAAAAAAAGlc/u7alFKC8MfQ/s400/IMG_4454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak3xjllbmI/AAAAAAAAGlU/oaRJ7Dr0fI4/s1600-h/IMG_4455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307834960338841186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak3xjllbmI/AAAAAAAAGlU/oaRJ7Dr0fI4/s400/IMG_4455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak3fQ-xBqI/AAAAAAAAGlM/wAXGxBh0qR0/s1600-h/IMG_4459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307834646106539682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak3fQ-xBqI/AAAAAAAAGlM/wAXGxBh0qR0/s400/IMG_4459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak3PAHHMjI/AAAAAAAAGlE/5c7jaM3itek/s1600-h/IMG_4460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307834366700237362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak3PAHHMjI/AAAAAAAAGlE/5c7jaM3itek/s400/IMG_4460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; He was looking for inspiration, and then Bob Dylan said...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-6957826680787057487?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/6957826680787057487/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=6957826680787057487&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6957826680787057487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/6957826680787057487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/babe-alone-in-babylone.html' title='Babe alone in Babylone'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Sak4Nk9FqJI/AAAAAAAAGlk/dvD-LzD6ndI/s72-c/IMG_4453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-8676552772500724793</id><published>2009-02-27T09:02:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:38:18.189Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><title type='text'>Marcher le nez en l'air /To walk with the nose up..</title><content type='html'>C'est la meilleure saison pour les couleurs.&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque le soleil récupère sa place, écartant les rideaux blancs des nuages et chassant la grisaille,à la fin de l'hiver, il semble que les couleurs se réveillent aussi.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the best season for colors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sun comes back, when it opens the white curtains of the clouds and hunts the grey, at the end of winter, it seems that colors are awakening too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeukP-ZS_I/AAAAAAAAGkk/m1crB8fy8UQ/s1600-h/IMG_4293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307402623666179058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeukP-ZS_I/AAAAAAAAGkk/m1crB8fy8UQ/s400/IMG_4293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Même les blancs et les gris s'illuminent sous l'effet de la lumière..&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the whites and the greys are brighting up under the effect of the  light..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeuTrmVWJI/AAAAAAAAGkc/WODxJ4Ros8U/s1600-h/IMG_4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307402339023673490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeuTrmVWJI/AAAAAAAAGkc/WODxJ4Ros8U/s400/IMG_4285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeuFXpERbI/AAAAAAAAGkU/0sX6g9woWW4/s1600-h/IMG_4284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307402093148259762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeuFXpERbI/AAAAAAAAGkU/0sX6g9woWW4/s400/IMG_4284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Les vieilles couleurs engourdies par l'hiver se tournent vers le soleil, cherchant des forces dans sa chaleur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old colors, numbed by winter, are turning to the sun, looking for some strength in its heat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaetzOsfImI/AAAAAAAAGkM/3U4196vuvZ0/s1600-h/IMG_4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307401781509038690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaetzOsfImI/AAAAAAAAGkM/3U4196vuvZ0/s400/IMG_4264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plus on va vers la mer, plus les couleurs chantent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more you approach the sea, the more colors are singing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaetlN9gY2I/AAAAAAAAGkE/TGIdT8RKYNQ/s1600-h/IMG_4256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307401540793820002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaetlN9gY2I/AAAAAAAAGkE/TGIdT8RKYNQ/s400/IMG_4256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; comme pour appeler le bleu à la rescousse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;like if they wanted the blue to join them..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaetZgIPeMI/AAAAAAAAGj8/2ub2KeJ_18g/s1600-h/IMG_4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307401339512256706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaetZgIPeMI/AAAAAAAAGj8/2ub2KeJ_18g/s400/IMG_4236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L'ombre jalouse essaie de trouver sa place dans cet arc-en-ciel, soulignant une fenêtre pour mieux en cacher une autre..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dark and jealous shadow tries to find a place among this rainbow, underlining a window, hiding an other one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaetMn8zDaI/AAAAAAAAGj0/TmStCwkWEGQ/s1600-h/IMG_4192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307401118273441186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaetMn8zDaI/AAAAAAAAGj0/TmStCwkWEGQ/s400/IMG_4192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les mouettes et les goëlands ajoutent leur touche de blanc virevoltant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gulls and seagulls add their touches of spining round white..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saes0hWwYsI/AAAAAAAAGjs/2dGHrNDA8RU/s1600-h/IMG_4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307400704186409666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/Saes0hWwYsI/AAAAAAAAGjs/2dGHrNDA8RU/s400/IMG_4153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Et le bouquet éclate pour le bonheur des yeux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the bouquet appears, making the eyes happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeskR09kFI/AAAAAAAAGjk/O-9V3VbSKXI/s1600-h/IMG_4152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307400425140228178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeskR09kFI/AAAAAAAAGjk/O-9V3VbSKXI/s400/IMG_4152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plus tard, avec l'été, le soleil vainqueur engloutira la ville dans le blanc tremblant de sa chaleur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later in the year, when summer will arrive, the sun conqueror will engulf the city into its white heat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaesbNc7DaI/AAAAAAAAGjc/9s63ppY8Zi4/s1600-h/IMG_4151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307400269346835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaesbNc7DaI/AAAAAAAAGjc/9s63ppY8Zi4/s400/IMG_4151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alors s'effaceront les couleurs et ne comptera plus que l'espoir d'un souffle de vent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then  the colors will wear away, and only the hope of the breath of the wind will remain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-8676552772500724793?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/8676552772500724793/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=8676552772500724793&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8676552772500724793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/8676552772500724793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/marcher-le-nez-en-lair-to-walk-with.html' title='Marcher le nez en l&apos;air /To walk with the nose up..'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaeukP-ZS_I/AAAAAAAAGkk/m1crB8fy8UQ/s72-c/IMG_4293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7325784148798490255</id><published>2009-02-26T07:55:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:36:09.392Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histoire/ History'/><title type='text'>Ecrire au passé /To write in past time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZTW26N7MI/AAAAAAAAGi0/MbP6nwh8iVg/s1600-h/IMG_4487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307020863064632514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZTW26N7MI/AAAAAAAAGi0/MbP6nwh8iVg/s400/IMG_4487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Des cachettes secrètes dans le décor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiding-places in the decoration...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZOpz_A9NI/AAAAAAAAGik/OO991MHA6MY/s1600-h/IMG_4488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307015691138823378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZOpz_A9NI/AAAAAAAAGik/OO991MHA6MY/s320/IMG_4488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Des tiroirs eux-aussi secrets, pour les plumes ou les petits mots doux..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiding drawers, for little sweet messages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZOIdOXWjI/AAAAAAAAGic/wFv-AVjZa4k/s1600-h/IMG_4491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307015118093507122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZOIdOXWjI/AAAAAAAAGic/wFv-AVjZa4k/s400/IMG_4491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZNtxeQMMI/AAAAAAAAGiU/xZ53-5YbPBM/s1600-h/IMG_4492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307014659672387778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZNtxeQMMI/AAAAAAAAGiU/xZ53-5YbPBM/s320/IMG_4492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'étranges sabots de bouc à chaque coin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange hoofs, belonging to a he-goat, at each corner...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307013427923950642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZMmE2inDI/AAAAAAAAGh8/Y7dT-PaVXu4/s400/IMG_4502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et voilà un objet comme on n'en utilise plus, un encrier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here is a thing that's not used anymore, an inkstand..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZNW3dILnI/AAAAAAAAGiM/xEd9ona8Xrc/s1600-h/IMG_4498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307014266141290098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZNW3dILnI/AAAAAAAAGiM/xEd9ona8Xrc/s400/IMG_4498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; avec ses têtes de bouc, son petit artichaut au sommet!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with its heads of he-goats, and its little artichoke on the top!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZM-H8WmAI/AAAAAAAAGiE/g2bE5me8tqs/s1600-h/IMG_4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307013841070495746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZM-H8WmAI/AAAAAAAAGiE/g2bE5me8tqs/s400/IMG_4499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et pour compléter le voyage dans le passsé,n'oublions pas quelques plumes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to complete this journey into the past, let's not forget some steel pens..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZMOYw6idI/AAAAAAAAGh0/hdC2XTqpv0o/s1600-h/IMG_4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307013020952201682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZMOYw6idI/AAAAAAAAGh0/hdC2XTqpv0o/s400/IMG_4506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Les porte-plumes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pens...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZLz48F_VI/AAAAAAAAGhs/0aQpP82f2n4/s1600-h/IMG_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307012565732556114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZLz48F_VI/AAAAAAAAGhs/0aQpP82f2n4/s400/IMG_4508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et le plumier, dont se servait ma grand-mère...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the pen box, which was used by my grandmother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZLSDNopGI/AAAAAAAAGhk/V9Ctd__99OQ/s1600-h/IMG_4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307011984374932578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZLSDNopGI/AAAAAAAAGhk/V9Ctd__99OQ/s400/IMG_4512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ensuite, prendre une plume et laisser s'envoler son imagination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then , take a pen and let your imagination fly away...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Avec une pensée spéciale pour Kenza...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7325784148798490255?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7325784148798490255/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7325784148798490255&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7325784148798490255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7325784148798490255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/ecrire-au-passe-to-write-in-past-time.html' title='Ecrire au passé /To write in past time'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaZTW26N7MI/AAAAAAAAGi0/MbP6nwh8iVg/s72-c/IMG_4487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-4131996269612055624</id><published>2009-02-25T09:12:00.016Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:39:57.938Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saison/ Season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie/poetry'/><title type='text'>Le bruit de l'eau /The sound of water</title><content type='html'>Quand sera venu le temps des cigales&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the time of the cicadas will be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaURg_DsLPI/AAAAAAAAGg0/WOYHEuEnMFg/s1600-h/IMG_4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306666994306395378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaURg_DsLPI/AAAAAAAAGg0/WOYHEuEnMFg/s400/IMG_4301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand soufflera le vent du sud&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the southern wind will be blowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaURMeJdyYI/AAAAAAAAGgs/hibE3wGCmGM/s1600-h/IMG_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306666641874864514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaURMeJdyYI/AAAAAAAAGgs/hibE3wGCmGM/s400/IMG_4303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand la terre deviendra blanche&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the earth will become white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUQ7EXyt3I/AAAAAAAAGgk/feXEWBfQCG0/s1600-h/IMG_4304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306666342897858418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUQ7EXyt3I/AAAAAAAAGgk/feXEWBfQCG0/s400/IMG_4304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand les fissures apparaîtront dans le sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the fissures will appear in the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUQbxZccTI/AAAAAAAAGgc/yf33aeX6SU8/s1600-h/IMG_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306665805228568882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUQbxZccTI/AAAAAAAAGgc/yf33aeX6SU8/s400/IMG_4307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand les crevasses creuseront la poussière&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When crevices will dig the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUQCvml_kI/AAAAAAAAGgU/rh13r19jpWg/s1600-h/IMG_4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306665375250120258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUQCvml_kI/AAAAAAAAGgU/rh13r19jpWg/s400/IMG_4312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quand les arbres assoiffés baisseront leurs branches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the dirsty trees will lower their branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306664932995102738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUPpAEx-BI/AAAAAAAAGgM/F1dUjrcCbss/s400/IMG_4315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quand leur écorce sèche craquera sous la brise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When their dry bark will creak under the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUPaRcoQgI/AAAAAAAAGgE/lSyArDiYvNw/s1600-h/IMG_4316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306664679960494594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUPaRcoQgI/AAAAAAAAGgE/lSyArDiYvNw/s400/IMG_4316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand l'herbe jaunira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the grass will become yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUPIcZrzKI/AAAAAAAAGf8/W1hdKNuaIbc/s1600-h/IMG_4320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306664373663288482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUPIcZrzKI/AAAAAAAAGf8/W1hdKNuaIbc/s400/IMG_4320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand les lits des rivières deviendront des lits de pierres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the beds of the rivers will become beds of stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUOygfqOaI/AAAAAAAAGf0/_masAq6bMQ0/s1600-h/IMG_4327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306663996804970914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUOygfqOaI/AAAAAAAAGf0/_masAq6bMQ0/s400/IMG_4327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand on cherchera l'ombre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we will be looking for shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUOO9YE-2I/AAAAAAAAGfs/-T8b3F3bZU8/s1600-h/IMG_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306663386082507618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUOO9YE-2I/AAAAAAAAGfs/-T8b3F3bZU8/s400/IMG_4329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand les yeux souffriront de trop de lumière&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the eyes will suffer from too much of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUN-getntI/AAAAAAAAGfk/YQlyymwMJV4/s1600-h/IMG_4330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306663103447801554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUN-getntI/AAAAAAAAGfk/YQlyymwMJV4/s400/IMG_4330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quand ce sera l'été&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it will be summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUNQQqAacI/AAAAAAAAGfc/5lPBiUUyYm0/s1600-h/IMG_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306662308926220738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUNQQqAacI/AAAAAAAAGfc/5lPBiUUyYm0/s400/IMG_4331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quand la pluie ne sera plus qu'un lointain souvenir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When rain will only be a faraway memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUMpTv7nBI/AAAAAAAAGfU/SXe4GhTiF-k/s1600-h/IMG_4334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306661639741479954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUMpTv7nBI/AAAAAAAAGfU/SXe4GhTiF-k/s400/IMG_4334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ALORS, il sera bon de se souvenir du bruit de l'eau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN, it will be good to remember the sound of the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUMWkhbOfI/AAAAAAAAGfM/kN7tZELIHdM/s1600-h/IMG_4332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306661317826525682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaUMWkhbOfI/AAAAAAAAGfM/kN7tZELIHdM/s400/IMG_4332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-4131996269612055624?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/4131996269612055624/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=4131996269612055624&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4131996269612055624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4131996269612055624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/le-bruit-de-leau-sound-of-water.html' title='Le bruit de l&apos;eau /The sound of water'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaURg_DsLPI/AAAAAAAAGg0/WOYHEuEnMFg/s72-c/IMG_4301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7595022582448656224</id><published>2009-02-24T09:19:00.016Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:11:05.322Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monde maritime'/><title type='text'>Une dure journée / A hard day</title><content type='html'>Arriver au bureau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To arrive at the office...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPETHI_q9I/AAAAAAAAGes/omhpe-1NUXo/s1600-h/IMG_4163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306300618585910226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPETHI_q9I/AAAAAAAAGes/omhpe-1NUXo/s400/IMG_4163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ranger un peu le fouillis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To clean up the mess..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPEC3OUVMI/AAAAAAAAGek/MDnwlgki58I/s1600-h/IMG_4164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306300339435361474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPEC3OUVMI/AAAAAAAAGek/MDnwlgki58I/s400/IMG_4164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rejoindre le trafic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To join the traffic..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPDTxvRnVI/AAAAAAAAGec/HXjRav41qv0/s1600-h/IMG_4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306299530509131090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPDTxvRnVI/AAAAAAAAGec/HXjRav41qv0/s400/IMG_4181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Saluer les collègues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To say hello to colleagues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPCyw8uEKI/AAAAAAAAGeU/OR7LtnDrzpE/s1600-h/IMG_4194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306298963361403042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPCyw8uEKI/AAAAAAAAGeU/OR7LtnDrzpE/s400/IMG_4194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commencer vraiment la journée..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To really begin the job..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPCazNDT4I/AAAAAAAAGeM/vO4hWP-UF80/s1600-h/IMG_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306298551649914754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPCazNDT4I/AAAAAAAAGeM/vO4hWP-UF80/s400/IMG_4197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aller et venir..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To go here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPCFqkO2eI/AAAAAAAAGeE/9U7Bnr17lYs/s1600-h/IMG_4199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306298188553968098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPCFqkO2eI/AAAAAAAAGeE/9U7Bnr17lYs/s400/IMG_4199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPBxozb7CI/AAAAAAAAGd8/FRtzVG2bxdM/s1600-h/IMG_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306297844483484706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPBxozb7CI/AAAAAAAAGd8/FRtzVG2bxdM/s400/IMG_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rester concentré..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To stay concentrated..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPBYCPMeGI/AAAAAAAAGd0/9xq9Vs3IDPQ/s1600-h/IMG_4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306297404634200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPBYCPMeGI/AAAAAAAAGd0/9xq9Vs3IDPQ/s400/IMG_4201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laisser des post-it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let some post-it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPAtR-x99I/AAAAAAAAGdk/pND_UGN1-rE/s1600-h/IMG_4213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306296670125946834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPAtR-x99I/AAAAAAAAGdk/pND_UGN1-rE/s400/IMG_4213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et finalement rentrer à la maison..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And finally to go back home..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaO_H8XDwkI/AAAAAAAAGdc/LecdCGjifZs/s1600-h/IMG_4227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306294929155408450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaO_H8XDwkI/AAAAAAAAGdc/LecdCGjifZs/s400/IMG_4227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satisfait de sa journée..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy about this day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaO-ymf3a_I/AAAAAAAAGdU/aHA50hfqHWs/s1600-h/IMG_4229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306294562509515762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaO-ymf3a_I/AAAAAAAAGdU/aHA50hfqHWs/s400/IMG_4229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et prêt à en affronter une autre demain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ready for the next one tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaO-bgDGAgI/AAAAAAAAGdM/DinkYpmH36Q/s1600-h/IMG_4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306294165641232898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaO-bgDGAgI/AAAAAAAAGdM/DinkYpmH36Q/s400/IMG_4231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7595022582448656224?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7595022582448656224/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7595022582448656224&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7595022582448656224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7595022582448656224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/une-dure-journee-hard-day.html' title='Une dure journée / A hard day'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaPETHI_q9I/AAAAAAAAGes/omhpe-1NUXo/s72-c/IMG_4163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-3310387389811207522</id><published>2009-02-23T09:01:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:13:48.940Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>A chacun son héros /To each one a hero</title><content type='html'>"Un héros, c'est celui qui fait ce qu'il peut. Les autres ne le font pas."&lt;br /&gt;(Romain Rolland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJnYTZChGI/AAAAAAAAGc0/AuFbWQAJ5jE/s1600-h/IMG_3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305916978215683170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJnYTZChGI/AAAAAAAAGc0/AuFbWQAJ5jE/s400/IMG_3812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJnG8x_hBI/AAAAAAAAGcs/QRMmDN5stzQ/s1600-h/IMG_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305916680088552466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJnG8x_hBI/AAAAAAAAGcs/QRMmDN5stzQ/s400/IMG_3790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "A hero is the one who does everything he can. The others don't do anything."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Romain Rolland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJmwC9xFLI/AAAAAAAAGck/BwczgWtQ690/s1600-h/IMG_3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-3310387389811207522?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/3310387389811207522/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=3310387389811207522&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3310387389811207522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/3310387389811207522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/chacun-son-heros-to-each-one-hero.html' title='A chacun son héros /To each one a hero'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJnYTZChGI/AAAAAAAAGc0/AuFbWQAJ5jE/s72-c/IMG_3812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2165121912955431130</id><published>2009-02-23T08:39:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:59:49.149Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space invaders'/><title type='text'>Dernière capture / Last capture</title><content type='html'>Attention , l'invasion continue...&lt;br /&gt;Pour plus d'informations, cliquer &lt;a href="http://larchivist.blogspot.com/search/label/space%20invaders"&gt;ici&lt;/a&gt; et &lt;a href="http://www.space-invaders.com/"&gt;là&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJhmHAvCkI/AAAAAAAAGcM/5T-c4yyxQ0Q/s1600-h/IMG_3857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305910618340919874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJhmHAvCkI/AAAAAAAAGcM/5T-c4yyxQ0Q/s320/IMG_3857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJhNy5KjwI/AAAAAAAAGcE/4FFKzj2F6sM/s1600-h/IMG_3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305910200623599362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJhNy5KjwI/AAAAAAAAGcE/4FFKzj2F6sM/s320/IMG_3856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beware, invasion is going on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information , click &lt;a href="http://www.space-invaders.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://larchivist.blogspot.com/search/label/space%20invaders"&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2165121912955431130?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2165121912955431130/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2165121912955431130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2165121912955431130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2165121912955431130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/derniere-capture-last-capture.html' title='Dernière capture / Last capture'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaJhmHAvCkI/AAAAAAAAGcM/5T-c4yyxQ0Q/s72-c/IMG_3857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2965215764042799569</id><published>2009-02-22T11:02:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:30:22.167Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Réflexion'/><title type='text'>Airport</title><content type='html'>Quel étrange endroit qu'un aéroport...&lt;br /&gt;Il y règne une atmosphere entre deux mondes, plus tout à fait ici, mais pas encore ailleurs.&lt;br /&gt;C'est le lieu de tous les espoirs et de toutes les attentes; on retrouve avec plaisir ceux que l'on vient chercher, on regarde avec envie ceux qui partent.&lt;br /&gt;C'est une frontière invisible ; selon que l'on doit ou non utiliser des ailes , les rêves deviennent possibles ou pas.&lt;br /&gt;Au milieu de l'hiver, en regardant s'envoler les autres vers l'infini du bleu, on perçoit les fenêtres métalliques, pourtant largement ouvertes sur le monde, comme autant de prisons qui filtrent les espoirs et exacerbent les envies de partir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305577200493348418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaEyWovRRkI/AAAAAAAAGbc/ytS6ltN1Pb0/s320/IMG_4126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaEyDUhn_mI/AAAAAAAAGbU/BwLYRyWs8X0/s1600-h/IMG_4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305576868649893474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaEyDUhn_mI/AAAAAAAAGbU/BwLYRyWs8X0/s320/IMG_4127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaExyfv6eSI/AAAAAAAAGbM/LUZGaSfEAzQ/s1600-h/IMG_4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305576579604838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaExyfv6eSI/AAAAAAAAGbM/LUZGaSfEAzQ/s320/IMG_4129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaExkDN28mI/AAAAAAAAGbE/B5biFQT-qN4/s1600-h/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305576331427639906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaExkDN28mI/AAAAAAAAGbE/B5biFQT-qN4/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaExSyRP-BI/AAAAAAAAGa8/ZSOfgUENz8Y/s1600-h/IMG_4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305576034820683794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaExSyRP-BI/AAAAAAAAGa8/ZSOfgUENz8Y/s320/IMG_4132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaExAsK48SI/AAAAAAAAGa0/bsEK6BaZx4A/s1600-h/IMG_4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305575723945750818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaExAsK48SI/AAAAAAAAGa0/bsEK6BaZx4A/s320/IMG_4133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An airport is a strange place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel like being between two worlds, no more really here, but not yet really somewhere else .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a place for all kinds of hopes and all kinds of waitings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You welcome with great pleasure the ones who are arriving, and you secretly envy the ones that are flying away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an invisible frontier;Wether you'll have to use wings or not, dreams may become possible or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of winter, when you look at the others, flying away towards the infinite blue, it seems that the windows, even largely opened on the world, are like jails that are filtering the hopes and exacerbating the desires of leaving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2965215764042799569?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2965215764042799569/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2965215764042799569&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2965215764042799569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2965215764042799569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/airport.html' title='Airport'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SaEyWovRRkI/AAAAAAAAGbc/ytS6ltN1Pb0/s72-c/IMG_4126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2043855261794942321</id><published>2009-02-21T09:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:07:38.428Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nourriture/ Food'/><title type='text'>"Ganses"</title><content type='html'>Vous voyez le plat à droite de la photo, dans la vitrine? Ce sont des "ganses", des pâtisseries que l'on ne mange qu'en période de Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Petite recette:&lt;br /&gt;Il faut&lt;br /&gt;-500 g. de farine&lt;br /&gt;-1 oeuf bien battu&lt;br /&gt;-4 cueillerées à soupe d'eau de fleurs d'oranger&lt;br /&gt;-1 pincée de sel&lt;br /&gt;-eau&lt;br /&gt;- huile&lt;br /&gt;-sucre en poudre&lt;br /&gt;Mélanger la farine, l'oeuf, l'eau de fleur d'oaranger, le sel; Bien pétrir la pâte, en ajoutant éventuellement un peu d'eau, et laisser reposer 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Etaler la pâte, découper des rubans ou des formes.&lt;br /&gt;Faire frire dans de l'huile bouillante et les laisser dorer.&lt;br /&gt;Egoutter et saupoudrer immédiatement de sucre en poudre.&lt;br /&gt;Bon appétit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ_Oqj6_ptI/AAAAAAAAGak/6D4Ho2Je6yg/s1600-h/IMG_3374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305186116658243282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ_Oqj6_ptI/AAAAAAAAGak/6D4Ho2Je6yg/s320/IMG_3374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Do you see those cakes, on a plate on the right of the picture?These are GANSES, that are eaten only during Carnaval time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little recept:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-500 g. of flour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-1 egg, beaten with a fork.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-4 big spoons of water of orange flowers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A little salt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-a little water &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-oil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Sugar in powder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mix together flour, water of orange flowers, egg and salt;You can add a little water if you want the past be lighter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the past rest during 30 minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spread the pastry, and cut ribbons or shapes in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dive the pieces of pastry in boiling oil, and let them become of gold color.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the pieces out, dry them, and sprinkle them with sugar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bon appetit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2043855261794942321?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2043855261794942321/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2043855261794942321&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2043855261794942321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2043855261794942321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/ganses.html' title='&quot;Ganses&quot;'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ_Oqj6_ptI/AAAAAAAAGak/6D4Ho2Je6yg/s72-c/IMG_3374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-1168025486406096375</id><published>2009-02-20T08:20:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:52:52.798Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fêtes/feast'/><title type='text'>A  la maison / Back home</title><content type='html'>Certains d'entre vous savent déjà que je n'aime pas Carnaval. Mais en vivant ici, c'est difficile d'y échapper.&lt;br /&gt;Cette semaine, j'ai croisé les chars au retour du corso.&lt;br /&gt;A cette heure, la fête est finie.&lt;br /&gt;Ils roulent lentement et normalement dans les rues, pour rentrer dans les ateliers où ils ont été fabriqués.&lt;br /&gt;A ce moment, plus de musique,plus de cris, plus de confettis.Les danseurs épuisés restent assis; Les gens n'applaudissent plus sur leur passage.&lt;br /&gt;Etrange cortège silencieux et grotesque, le masque est tombé, il ne reste que des lambeaux de joie factice..&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of you already know that I don't like Carnaval. But living here, it's impossible to escape from it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This week, I met the chariots as they were coming back from the corso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this time, the feast is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are driving slowly, in a normal way, among normal cars, to go back to the place where they have been made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A this moment, no more music, no more confettis.The dancers are sitting, they are tired.People don't applause anymore when they see them passing by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange and silent grotesque procession, the mask has fallen down , only remain some shreds of artificial joy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qzWBiBwI/AAAAAAAAGaM/-LHgZmoYbO4/s1600-h/IMG_3996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304794841406899970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qzWBiBwI/AAAAAAAAGaM/-LHgZmoYbO4/s320/IMG_3996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qhVZ5uWI/AAAAAAAAGaE/H1ZOoMT1B9k/s1600-h/IMG_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304794532003035490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qhVZ5uWI/AAAAAAAAGaE/H1ZOoMT1B9k/s320/IMG_3997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qUci67jI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/jUR0xwEKuOI/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304794310581612082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qUci67jI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/jUR0xwEKuOI/s320/IMG_4002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qMbvWDkI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/FBEhV75SOSE/s1600-h/IMG_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304794172926332482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qMbvWDkI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/FBEhV75SOSE/s320/IMG_4004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5p_aNtYlI/AAAAAAAAGZs/2dQWayZpHVo/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304793949178520146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5p_aNtYlI/AAAAAAAAGZs/2dQWayZpHVo/s320/IMG_4005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5psG6ht8I/AAAAAAAAGZk/jSy4hiNoP4Q/s1600-h/IMG_4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304793617580275650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5psG6ht8I/AAAAAAAAGZk/jSy4hiNoP4Q/s320/IMG_4006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5pEmqz0XI/AAAAAAAAGZc/8yi3ZnSVndg/s1600-h/IMG_4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304792938909520242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5pEmqz0XI/AAAAAAAAGZc/8yi3ZnSVndg/s320/IMG_4010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5o3fGsZsI/AAAAAAAAGZU/L1bRjsg5eV0/s1600-h/IMG_4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304792713540691650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5o3fGsZsI/AAAAAAAAGZU/L1bRjsg5eV0/s320/IMG_4011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5ojaxw2UI/AAAAAAAAGZM/ahQXW2NQ6Qs/s1600-h/IMG_4015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304792368781777218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5ojaxw2UI/AAAAAAAAGZM/ahQXW2NQ6Qs/s320/IMG_4015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5oNL0oiNI/AAAAAAAAGZE/uwB2W93nA6Q/s1600-h/IMG_4018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304791986810161362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5oNL0oiNI/AAAAAAAAGZE/uwB2W93nA6Q/s320/IMG_4018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais dans une vitrine, une décoration évoquant le carnaval de Venise attire mon regard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par les jeux de transparence, j'ai l'impression de contempler mon rêve, celui d'un autre genre de carnaval, élégant, subtil, sensuel et mystérieux....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in a shop-window, my eyes are captured by a decoration made like the Carnaval in Venice .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In those games between reflects and transparency, it seems to me that I'm looking at my own dream, the one of an other kind of carnaval, smart, subtle , sensual and mysterious...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5n8nHJpyI/AAAAAAAAGY8/pd1iU4qzFSg/s1600-h/IMG_4103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304791702077810466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5n8nHJpyI/AAAAAAAAGY8/pd1iU4qzFSg/s320/IMG_4103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-1168025486406096375?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/1168025486406096375/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=1168025486406096375&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1168025486406096375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1168025486406096375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-maison-back-home.html' title='A  la maison / Back home'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ5qzWBiBwI/AAAAAAAAGaM/-LHgZmoYbO4/s72-c/IMG_3996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-1241331905178233841</id><published>2009-02-19T10:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:24:07.537Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinéma'/><title type='text'>Oiseau-mouche / Humming-bird</title><content type='html'>Quand TOUS les critiques de TOUS les journaux s'accordent pour dire qu'il y a une belle histoire d'amour à voir, j'y vais.&lt;br /&gt;Effectivement, il y a là une belle histoire d'amour. Mais finalement, on s'y attend tellement que la surprise vient d'ailleurs.&lt;br /&gt;En allant voir Benjamin Button ,vous découvrirez que..&lt;br /&gt;-On peut apprendre beaucoup sur Shakespeare de la part de quelqu'un qui travaille avec un assassin.&lt;br /&gt;-C'est délicieux de prendre le thé à minuit dans un hotel de Mourmansk pendant qu'il neige dehors.&lt;br /&gt;-Les horloges qui ont la plus belle histoire sont celles qui tournent à l'envers.&lt;br /&gt;-Etre frappé par la foudre peut donner une signification à la vie.&lt;br /&gt;-Que l'on prenne la vie dans le bon ou le mauvais sens, c'est toujours l'amour qui triomphe.&lt;br /&gt;-Et surtout, que les oiseaux-mouche ont de bien étranges pouvoirs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ0udjzwB1I/AAAAAAAAGYk/R1ZHDqI1tpE/s1600-h/ptite+affiche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304447021475694418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ0udjzwB1I/AAAAAAAAGYk/R1ZHDqI1tpE/s320/ptite+affiche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; When absolutly ALL the newspapers say that there is a beautyful love story in a film, I have to go .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, yes, there is a beautyful love story in this movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, as you already know it, the real surprise comes from somewhere else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you go to see Benjamin Button, you will learn that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-You can learn a lot about Shakespeare from someone living with an assassin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-It's delightful to drink a tea at midnight in an hotel in Mourmansk, when snow is falling outside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The clocks that have the most beautyful stories are those which turn in the wrong direction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-To be striked by a lightening can give a meaning to life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-In whatever direction you take the life, love is the winner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-And , most of all, that humming-birds have strange powers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-1241331905178233841?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/1241331905178233841/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=1241331905178233841&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1241331905178233841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1241331905178233841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/oiseau-mouche-humming-bird.html' title='Oiseau-mouche / Humming-bird'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZ0udjzwB1I/AAAAAAAAGYk/R1ZHDqI1tpE/s72-c/ptite+affiche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-993808419440560449</id><published>2009-02-18T07:19:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:05:49.041Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint-Paul-de-Vence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade/Stroll'/><title type='text'>Ce que j'emporte /What I'm taking with me</title><content type='html'>Lorsque l'on quitte un endroit où l'on a aimé flâner, on garde en soi quelques images qui résument une atmosphère,ou  rappellent un joli moment.&lt;br /&gt;Voici ce que je garde de Saint-Paul-de-Vence...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we have to leave a place where we have liked to stroll, we take away with us some pictures which sum up an atmosphere or make us remember of a sweet moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is what I took with me when leaving Saint-Paul-de-Vence...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cet amusant pigeon, peu farouche, qui après avoir fait sa star, est venu jouer dans ma main et se laisser caresser en roucoulant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This funny pidgeon, which let me take pictures  and then came on my hand and let me give some caress to it, and thanked me with some cooing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu7Mjzz0VI/AAAAAAAAGX8/bDYoWKEoUJc/s1600-h/IMG_3803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304038810604261714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu7Mjzz0VI/AAAAAAAAGX8/bDYoWKEoUJc/s320/IMG_3803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;La main attentionnée qui a posé une touche de couleur sur les pierres grises de la fontaine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The toughtful hand which put a touch of color on the grey stones of the fountain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu6suA_AAI/AAAAAAAAGX0/Ixo2cThQtfg/s1600-h/IMG_3609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304038263588061186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu6suA_AAI/AAAAAAAAGX0/Ixo2cThQtfg/s320/IMG_3609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Toutes ces petites statues que l'on pouvait apercevoir au-dessus de chaque porte  ou presque..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All those little statues that could be seen above almost every door or gate...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu6TwxmtMI/AAAAAAAAGXs/d8PByLdXNVA/s1600-h/IMG_3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304037834832131266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu6TwxmtMI/AAAAAAAAGXs/d8PByLdXNVA/s320/IMG_3622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Et ces fabuleuses portes, donnant accès à des paradis entrevus et interdits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And  those fabulous doors, that let you see private paradises but don't allow you to reach them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu5-cKgRpI/AAAAAAAAGXk/yr721nDaZZ4/s1600-h/IMG_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304037468522170002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu5-cKgRpI/AAAAAAAAGXk/yr721nDaZZ4/s320/IMG_3709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Un fauteuil juste posé là, dans un coin de rue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An armchair simply there, on a street corner..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu5gvNQ_HI/AAAAAAAAGXc/GD7RJ0JDWLo/s1600-h/IMG_3752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304036958237949042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu5gvNQ_HI/AAAAAAAAGXc/GD7RJ0JDWLo/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Des tableaux comme je les aime, entrevus dans une vitrine de galerie de peinture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures that I like very much, seen in the window of a painting gallery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu5AXDO-sI/AAAAAAAAGXU/PUXG4oY2JM4/s1600-h/IMG_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304036401997609666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu5AXDO-sI/AAAAAAAAGXU/PUXG4oY2JM4/s320/IMG_3787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu4osjFUnI/AAAAAAAAGXM/JMaxC6485_Y/s1600-h/IMG_3792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304035995451478642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu4osjFUnI/AAAAAAAAGXM/JMaxC6485_Y/s320/IMG_3792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'entrée tentante d'un petit salon de thé..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tempting entrance of a small tea room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu4ScOwsrI/AAAAAAAAGXE/QhvXafA0Lko/s1600-h/IMG_3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304035613114151602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu4ScOwsrI/AAAAAAAAGXE/QhvXafA0Lko/s320/IMG_3795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un endroit si méditerranéen, avec ses jarres, et ses  pierres sèches..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A very mediterranean place, with jars and white stones..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu3mO2311I/AAAAAAAAGW8/aNtUXRAMbAY/s1600-h/IMG_3804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304034853610051410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu3mO2311I/AAAAAAAAGW8/aNtUXRAMbAY/s320/IMG_3804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et une petite Venus, déesse du sud, accueillant les passants avec un regard rêveur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a little Venus, southern goddess, welcoming the passing-by people with her dreaming expression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu22Nb05iI/AAAAAAAAGW0/Zif0qybp6Gs/s1600-h/IMG_3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304034028594456098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu22Nb05iI/AAAAAAAAGW0/Zif0qybp6Gs/s320/IMG_3809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-993808419440560449?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/993808419440560449/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=993808419440560449&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/993808419440560449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/993808419440560449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/ce-que-jemporte-what-im-taking-with-me.html' title='Ce que j&apos;emporte /What I&apos;m taking with me'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZu7Mjzz0VI/AAAAAAAAGX8/bDYoWKEoUJc/s72-c/IMG_3803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-2475923552147646819</id><published>2009-02-17T10:16:00.017Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:07:41.349Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint-Paul-de-Vence'/><title type='text'>Une grande balade / A long stroll (5)</title><content type='html'>Aujourd'hui, Saint-Paul est devenue une cité qui attire les artistes.&lt;br /&gt;Ils fabriquent et exposent leurs oeuvres dans les galeries , mais aussi sur les places, les remparts, dans les ruelles...&lt;br /&gt;Lorsqu'un passe un virage ou que l'on débouche d'une porte, on ne sait jamais sur quoi l'on va tomber,ce qui rend la promenade pleine de surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Les oeuvres sont variées, parfois étranges, parfois amusantes ,d'autres fois pleines de charme ou totalement déroutantes.&lt;br /&gt;Je serais curieuse de connaître celles auxquelles vous êtes sensibles?....&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Le Chat /&lt;em&gt;The cat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqU15P1y9I/AAAAAAAAGWE/gvoh6PaFLOc/s1600-h/IMG_3614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303715164803419090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqU15P1y9I/AAAAAAAAGWE/gvoh6PaFLOc/s320/IMG_3614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Le cheval /&lt;em&gt;The horse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqUcA35kUI/AAAAAAAAGV8/n1Fld8W00wQ/s1600-h/IMG_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303714720173887810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqUcA35kUI/AAAAAAAAGV8/n1Fld8W00wQ/s320/IMG_3631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqUBOhYpXI/AAAAAAAAGV0/Uj9lVHU9QD4/s1600-h/IMG_3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303714259981084018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqUBOhYpXI/AAAAAAAAGV0/Uj9lVHU9QD4/s320/IMG_3632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'envol /&lt;em&gt;The takeoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqTiYolmWI/AAAAAAAAGVs/y3z_0l_8E8E/s1600-h/IMG_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303713730119702882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqTiYolmWI/AAAAAAAAGVs/y3z_0l_8E8E/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Les acrobates / &lt;em&gt;The acrobats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqTHw-K0lI/AAAAAAAAGVk/5l6UVWP7lsQ/s1600-h/IMG_3650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303713272796205650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqTHw-K0lI/AAAAAAAAGVk/5l6UVWP7lsQ/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqS15nsnrI/AAAAAAAAGVc/vddWGapcRbg/s1600-h/IMG_3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303712965880225458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqS15nsnrI/AAAAAAAAGVc/vddWGapcRbg/s320/IMG_3651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqSlwEKKGI/AAAAAAAAGVU/TVZ9mF54tDk/s1600-h/IMG_3655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303712688437340258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqSlwEKKGI/AAAAAAAAGVU/TVZ9mF54tDk/s320/IMG_3655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Les cannes à vent /&lt;em&gt;The canes for wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqSIS8YvEI/AAAAAAAAGVM/7q3zpT0f4Xk/s1600-h/IMG_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303712182403906626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqSIS8YvEI/AAAAAAAAGVM/7q3zpT0f4Xk/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;L'oiseau /&lt;em&gt;The bird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqR3rFTOfI/AAAAAAAAGVE/jbwNn4YJt6g/s1600-h/IMG_3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303711896825969138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqR3rFTOfI/AAAAAAAAGVE/jbwNn4YJt6g/s320/IMG_3688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mère et enfant /&lt;em&gt;Mother and child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqRei5oGjI/AAAAAAAAGU8/RqoJX6e0Lbs/s1600-h/IMG_3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303711465132792370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqRei5oGjI/AAAAAAAAGU8/RqoJX6e0Lbs/s320/IMG_3698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les poings /&lt;em&gt;The fists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqRDqxrN5I/AAAAAAAAGU0/_uGRQeQhmEc/s1600-h/IMG_3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303711003390457746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqRDqxrN5I/AAAAAAAAGU0/_uGRQeQhmEc/s320/IMG_3729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqQqiGFs1I/AAAAAAAAGUs/gwcZH3qbZLQ/s1600-h/IMG_3733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303710571563430738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqQqiGFs1I/AAAAAAAAGUs/gwcZH3qbZLQ/s320/IMG_3733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hommes en pierre /&lt;em&gt;Stone men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqQXYDg5KI/AAAAAAAAGUk/9NaJIQsOUB0/s1600-h/IMG_3816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303710242450760866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqQXYDg5KI/AAAAAAAAGUk/9NaJIQsOUB0/s320/IMG_3816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grand pied noir /&lt;em&gt;Big black foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqP6WSpFUI/AAAAAAAAGUc/PviiwXeboMs/s1600-h/IMG_3826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303709743761134914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqP6WSpFUI/AAAAAAAAGUc/PviiwXeboMs/s320/IMG_3826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Venus tranchée /&lt;em&gt;The cut Venus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqPhjE1IYI/AAAAAAAAGUU/HrW9Ipv15qs/s1600-h/IMG_3835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303709317696135554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqPhjE1IYI/AAAAAAAAGUU/HrW9Ipv15qs/s320/IMG_3835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quatre pieds colorés /&lt;em&gt;Four colored feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqPLEqMpkI/AAAAAAAAGUM/Y9BVvet1DhI/s1600-h/IMG_3838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303708931574244930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqPLEqMpkI/AAAAAAAAGUM/Y9BVvet1DhI/s320/IMG_3838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le grand pouce /&lt;em&gt;The tall thumb &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqO5uxNDaI/AAAAAAAAGUE/T-WiArPNbHo/s1600-h/IMG_3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303708633640275362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqO5uxNDaI/AAAAAAAAGUE/T-WiArPNbHo/s320/IMG_3852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, Saint-Paul is a city were a lot of artits live and create.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their works can be found in galleries, or in any place of the town, on ramparts, on small places, in small streets...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you turn after a wall or when you get out of a gate, you never know what you'll find, wich makes the stroll full of surprises...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are all kinds of arts, some strange, some funny, some surprizing, some charming..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder to which one your soul will be sensitive...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-2475923552147646819?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/2475923552147646819/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=2475923552147646819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2475923552147646819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/2475923552147646819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/une-grande-balade-long-stroll-5.html' title='Une grande balade / A long stroll (5)'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZqU15P1y9I/AAAAAAAAGWE/gvoh6PaFLOc/s72-c/IMG_3614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-7688747354212519026</id><published>2009-02-16T08:37:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:27:07.964Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint-Paul-de-Vence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balade'/><title type='text'>Une grande balade / A long stroll(4)</title><content type='html'>Quand j'entends certains parler de l'importance de l'eau aujourd'hui, dire combien elle est précieuse et pourquoi il faut l'économiser, j'ai parfois envie de sourire: on dirait qu'ils en découvrent la valeur!&lt;br /&gt;Par ici, il y a bien longtemps que l'eau est considérée comme un trésor, un atout, une source de survie et de richesse.&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette région occupée par l'homme depuis l'aube de l'humanité, et où il fait parfois si chaud, l'eau a toujours été la condition sine qua non de l'installation d'un habitat.&lt;br /&gt;On ce compte plus par ici les villages désertés parce que leur source s'était tarie, et dont il ne reste aujourd'hui plus que des ruines.&lt;br /&gt;Source de vie, l'eau est aussi source de survie: un village encerclé par l'ennemi ne pouvait résister que s'il possédait une source entre ses murs.&lt;br /&gt;C'est pourquoi on trouve dans tous les vieux villages des fontaines sur toutes les places, à tous les coins de rue;Il fallait pouvoir venir chercher l'eau , et aussi la porter jusqu'à la maison.&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, les fontaines sont devenues de jolies étapes des promenades; Ce sont des points de fraîcheur autour desquels on continue de venir se rassembler pour discuter entre voisins;lestourterelles viennent s'y abreuver, mélant leur roucoulements au murmure de l'eau.&lt;br /&gt;On en oublierait presque que ce murmure fut longtemps le doux bruit de la vie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkppL_C1wI/AAAAAAAAGTk/cxi-YCTS3fY/s1600-h/IMG_3608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303315823774062338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkppL_C1wI/AAAAAAAAGTk/cxi-YCTS3fY/s400/IMG_3608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkpR4s-fpI/AAAAAAAAGTc/QPp2Hoje8uA/s1600-h/IMG_3620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303315423461015186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkpR4s-fpI/AAAAAAAAGTc/QPp2Hoje8uA/s400/IMG_3620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZko-ixjTFI/AAAAAAAAGTU/hkLp7DyJ3fw/s1600-h/IMG_3694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303315091157109842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZko-ixjTFI/AAAAAAAAGTU/hkLp7DyJ3fw/s400/IMG_3694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkonlL3wiI/AAAAAAAAGTM/n59k_ZedZgY/s1600-h/IMG_3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303314696667382306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkonlL3wiI/AAAAAAAAGTM/n59k_ZedZgY/s400/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkoLVZS0aI/AAAAAAAAGTE/zm5F83LazqE/s1600-h/IMG_3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303314211392377250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkoLVZS0aI/AAAAAAAAGTE/zm5F83LazqE/s400/IMG_3736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkn2Ygvt1I/AAAAAAAAGS8/RvxR-sjP8Ig/s1600-h/IMG_3740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313851451684690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkn2Ygvt1I/AAAAAAAAGS8/RvxR-sjP8Ig/s400/IMG_3740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZknZ4pzo2I/AAAAAAAAGS0/L14MWeDnfEI/s1600-h/IMG_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313361863418722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZknZ4pzo2I/AAAAAAAAGS0/L14MWeDnfEI/s400/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZknJcUzULI/AAAAAAAAGSs/1Q026IjPUUk/s1600-h/IMG_3799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313079381217458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZknJcUzULI/AAAAAAAAGSs/1Q026IjPUUk/s400/IMG_3799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkmkOxV6uI/AAAAAAAAGSk/Y7FkezbnWU4/s1600-h/IMG_3801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303312440087669474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkmkOxV6uI/AAAAAAAAGSk/Y7FkezbnWU4/s400/IMG_3801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkmMgBCtqI/AAAAAAAAGSc/lZkurYeUExM/s1600-h/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303312032400062114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkmMgBCtqI/AAAAAAAAGSc/lZkurYeUExM/s400/IMG_3802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I hear some people talking about water, telling how it becomes important today, how precious it is and how it's important to spare it, I feel like smiling: they seem to disvover it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around here, it has been a very long time since we understood that water is a treasure, a condition of survey, a source of richness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this part of the world there are men living since the beginning of Human Kind.It can be very hot, and without water, there is no possible way to the establishment of a human group.Around here, there are a lot of villages that are now deserted and became ruins, because one day the spring of water was dried up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source of life, water was also a condition of survey: when being surrounded by ennemies, a village could resist and survive only if it had a spring inside its ramparts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why you can find fountains in the medieval villages, on every place, in every street. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also remember that in those times, people, often children or women, had to come to the fountain to carry water back to home; It was hard and heavy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, fountains became lovely halting places during a stroll, places where people gather around to meet and chat; Lovely turtledoves come to drink and mix their sweet song to the murmur of the water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could almost forget that during centuries, this sweet noise was simply the one of life.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-7688747354212519026?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/7688747354212519026/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=7688747354212519026&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7688747354212519026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/7688747354212519026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/une-grande-balade-long-stroll4.html' title='Une grande balade / A long stroll(4)'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZkppL_C1wI/AAAAAAAAGTk/cxi-YCTS3fY/s72-c/IMG_3608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-1784377853025627836</id><published>2009-02-15T14:13:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:27:45.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fêtes/feast'/><title type='text'>Parenthèse royale / Royal parenthesis</title><content type='html'>Nous continuerons notre balade à Saint-Paul demain.&lt;br /&gt;Pour l'heure, comme le Carnaval a commencé hier soir, voici un aperçu des chars royaux.&lt;br /&gt;Ils font à peu près 15 mètres de haut. Le Roy et la Reine sont les seuls chars à rester dehors tout le temps. Tous les autres rentrent à l'atelier où ils ont été fabriqués.&lt;br /&gt;C'est parti pour quinze jours de festivités....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgkddXjZ4I/AAAAAAAAGR8/iTA7Vi9f558/s1600-h/IMG_3959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303028649746982786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgkddXjZ4I/AAAAAAAAGR8/iTA7Vi9f558/s400/IMG_3959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgkKqPLGCI/AAAAAAAAGR0/qkyTtGaUPWk/s1600-h/IMG_3960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303028326783981602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgkKqPLGCI/AAAAAAAAGR0/qkyTtGaUPWk/s400/IMG_3960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgj5vt-zZI/AAAAAAAAGRs/keEZWE3tEas/s1600-h/IMG_3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303028036197600658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgj5vt-zZI/AAAAAAAAGRs/keEZWE3tEas/s400/IMG_3965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgjs5S-XHI/AAAAAAAAGRk/kkGwsQUDv0I/s1600-h/IMG_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303027815430380658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgjs5S-XHI/AAAAAAAAGRk/kkGwsQUDv0I/s400/IMG_3981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgjjk6vkpI/AAAAAAAAGRc/YIOgiA6AaOw/s1600-h/IMG_3978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303027655341216402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgjjk6vkpI/AAAAAAAAGRc/YIOgiA6AaOw/s400/IMG_3978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgjTamKEaI/AAAAAAAAGRU/S5g3xpUqf4E/s1600-h/IMG_3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303027377692610978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgjTamKEaI/AAAAAAAAGRU/S5g3xpUqf4E/s400/IMG_3977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tomorrow we'll go back to Saint-Paul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, as Carnaval began yesterday evening, here are some pictures of the King and the Queen of Carnaval.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are about 15 meters high. Except from this two ones, all the cars or chariots has to go back where they have been made every evening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go for 15 days of feasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-1784377853025627836?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/1784377853025627836/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=1784377853025627836&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1784377853025627836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/1784377853025627836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/parenthese-royale-royal-parenthesis.html' title='Parenthèse royale / Royal parenthesis'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZgkddXjZ4I/AAAAAAAAGR8/iTA7Vi9f558/s72-c/IMG_3959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-4552415198342531824</id><published>2009-02-14T11:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:44:30.393Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fêtes/feast'/><title type='text'>Saint-Valentin /Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>Je vous souhaite beaucoup d'amour , pour aujourd'hui et tous les jours suivants!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZatM47LkII/AAAAAAAAGQk/Tlo1LGJB244/s1600-h/IMG_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302616048225980546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZatM47LkII/AAAAAAAAGQk/Tlo1LGJB244/s400/IMG_3939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you Love , for today and all the days that will follow!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1660056283239757924-4552415198342531824?l=larchivist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/feeds/4552415198342531824/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1660056283239757924&amp;postID=4552415198342531824&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4552415198342531824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1660056283239757924/posts/default/4552415198342531824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larchivist.blogspot.com/2009/02/saint-valentin-valentines-day.html' title='Saint-Valentin /Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Malyss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18083618545241369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/ScU-wRZ4QDI/AAAAAAAAGz8/tmmYDLaIoYk/S220/IMG_6184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ7HWYlKCfY/SZatM47LkII/AAAAAAAAGQk/Tlo1LGJB244/s72-c/IMG_3939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660056283239757924.post-6830476224871323168</id><published>2009-02-14T10:57:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:35:41.428Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint-Paul-de-Vence'/><title type='text'>Une grande balade / A long stroll (3)</title><content type='html'>Un petit village niché au creux d'épaisses fortifications n'a pas de grandes avenues.&lt;br /&gt;Il est silloné de ruelles étroites , mais aussi d'escaliers sombres et raides, aux marches taillées dans les mêmes pierres que celles des remparts. Du solide, donc.&lt;br /&gt;Néanmoins, le temps a fait son oeuvre, et la plus dure des pierres ne peut résister au poids des ans, des intempéries, des multiples aller-et-venues.&lt;br /&gt;Les bords deviennent lisses comme du marbre, les
