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Château de Vaux-Gaillard, Brittany region of France
French vintage postcard, mailed in 1916
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detournementsmineurs · 3 months
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"Comb with Bees" by Lucien Gaillard in horn (1904), "Shiseido" by Baba Daisuke (1785-1868) and "Bracelet" by Lucien Gailalrd in gold, enamel and diamonds (1904) presented in “A History of Jewellery: Bedazzled (part 6: Art Nouveau 1890-1914)” by Beatriz Chadour-Sampson - International Jewellery Historian and Author - for the V&A Academy online, march 2024.
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Tullius could still hear the water running when he came back from running errands, which was odd. He stood in the doorway for a moment, eyes glued to the bathroom door at his right. He held his paper bag  a bit tighter to his chest with a sigh.
« Gaillard, are you really still in there? I left two hours ago. » He spoke loud enough for his companion to hear as he stepped into the small motel room they had rented, putting the bag of groceries down onto the wobbly dinning table he wasn't really looking forward to sit at.
No response as he put the fresh produce away, worry slowly growing in him. He turned his head to stare back at the bathroom door, still feeling uneasy. He knew that Gaillard was there, and it wasnt like him to play dead unless he was troubled by something.
Quiet steps towards the door and a gentle knock, then came Tullius' voice once more.
« Gaillard you're wasting water. »
Gaillard sighed, frustrated
« I'm not done. »
« Not done? You got in before I left. I know you are sitting in the bath, get up. »
He gave the door another gentle knock, letting him know that he was considering getting in. He could pratically see him through the door, Gaillard's behavior had become very predictable to him.
« I'm not. » Gaillard replied as he was, indeed, sitting in the bath, shower head spraying warm water directly onto his back. He rested his chin onto his knees as he held his legs close to his body, gaze lost into nothingness.
Tullius let out a small frustrated groan and finally turned the doorhandle, hit with a wave of warmth as he stepped in. The room was full of steam, and smelled strongly of cheap bath products. His nose picked up on another, much more sublte scent, which he very easily recognized. In the middle of the room were Gaillard's discared clothes, Tullius bending down with a sigh as he picked up his friends pants and undergarnment. Without any questions asked, he took them to the sink for a rince, the awfully familliar, iron like scent tickling at his nose as he scrubbed the fabric under cold water.
Gaillard had tensed up, knowing very well what his guardian had tasked himself with. He slowly rocked back and forth, holding his head in his hands. Both stayed in silence for a moment, Tullius the first to break the ice
« I thought you said that you had packed everything you needed. »
« I thought I did. I got mixed up. »
Mixed up he sure was, he was convinced that he still had a few injection vials left, but didn't. He completely forgot about his injections as a whole until his body betrayed him this very morning. Gaillard had spent over a millenia without hormone therapy, he was used to periods, but having lived even a short moment without them had been enough to completely change his view on them. This now affected him more than it had ever before and it was utterly humiliating.
« I suppose our plans for this afternoon are changing, then? I will look for a pharmacy, small and easy one to…borrow from. » Tullius suggested.
He had no interest in standing witness to yet another one of Gaillard's crimes but Gai needed it, both for materials and as a way to cheer up.
« …I want to go home. »
Gaillard's voice was low, quiet like a whisper, yet filled with such a strong sorrow that it made Tullius' heart sink.
Both of them knew there was no such place as ‘home' for Gai. He did have a lair, but it was more of a storage space and hideout than an actual home.
Tullius let the fabric slip out of his hands as he turned the water off with a sigh.
« Get out, you need rest. »
Knowing Gai's boundaries well, he did not hesitate to pull the hideous shower curtain out of his way to cut the water off from the shower as well.
Gaillard swore under his breath, getting up with shaky legs, feeling a bit numb from sitting for so long. He clung onto one of Tullius' arms as he stood out of the bath, puddle forming at his feet.
He did not look his friend in the eye once, instead walking straight to the clean clothes he had hung near the door. He did not take time to dry himself off properlly either, simply shaking his body a little before slidding himself into clean pijamas.
Pijamas. Yeah. That told Tullius everything he needed to know about Gai's current mood.
Gaillard stepped out of the bathroom without a word, throwing himself onto one of the beds with a loud thud. Tullius stood there for a moment before he decided to grab a towel to clean the mess of blood and water on the floor. He did not get time to do much tho, as Gai's voice called for him soon enough.
« You can clean up later, come here these sheets are cold as fuck. »
Gaillard never asked for comfort, not directly at least. But Tullius had gotten more than enough time to learn to read through the lines when it came to some of Gai's requests. He had studied him like a book, not like it was much of a choice but it came in handy.
He let the wet towel drop onto the edge of the sink with a flop and followed Gai's footsteps, making it to one of the small beds in the crowded room. He laid by Gai's side, Gaillard quickly turning to wrap an arm around him, resting his head on Tullius' chest. He still avoided looking him in the face and was awfully quiet, which was quite a rare occurrence.
« Do you still want to go back to the lair? » Tullius asked, slowly rubbing Gai's back.
They were not even on the right continent, but they had went on bigger trips on a more sudden thought before. Tullius would be ready to leave at any time that Gaillard decided.
« No I- I don't know. We'll see. »
Gaillard closed his eyes and Tullius could feel him relax slightly, his smaller body melting against his.
The silence was heavy, he knew that Gai was unwell but there was not much he could do. Gaillard had a very, very thick shell.
« I will make dumplings for dinner. »
Distractions were usually the way to go, and it seemed to work its charm now as well as he felt Gai giggle by his side.
« Damn, you should have said that right away, I would have thrown myself out of that shower. »
« I'm not letting you eat the ingredients before I get to finish. Get rest, I'll cook while you sleep. »
Tullius gave his companion's head a gentle rub, pulling a small hum out of Gai.
« Fine, do it the boring way. » He replied with a small smile. « Not letting you go just yet tho, just push me off when I start snoring. »
« I figured. » Tullius closed his eyes to let himself rest as well, listening to his friends breath slow down as he drifted into slumber, letting go of his worries even if it was just for a short time.
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vincentreproches · 2 years
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La France qui fait peur
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lescientifique · 2 months
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Effet de deux doses de fertilisants minéraux (12-12-20 et 46-0-0) sur la performance agronomique du poivron (Capsicum annnum, var califonia Wonder) dans la section communale de Gaillard, commune de Cayes-Jacmel
Résumé Cette étude dont l’objectif vise à analyser le comportement du poivron (Capsicum annum, var California Wonder) sous l’effet de deux doses de fertilisants minéraux 12-12-20 et 460-0 a été conduite dans la section communale de Gaillard, Commune de Cayes-Jacmel. L’étude a été réalisée par voie expérimentale à travers un dispositif en Bloc Complet et Aléatoire (DBCA) sur des parcelles…
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greenbagjosh · 11 months
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Saturday 2 August 2003 - Lake Parade along the northeast bank - quick stop in Gaillard, France - lunch at Jardin Anglais - fun watching the mobiles - supper in Martigny VS
Saturday 2 August 2003
Good morning!  Today I will go to Geneva for the Lake Parade, but first I want to see a bit of Gaillard in France, accessible with the line 16 tram at Moillesullaz, and also go to Meyrin, close to the Geneva airport, by trolleybus.  At the end, about 7 PM, I will eventually take the train to Martigny and eat supper, then return to the hostel.  It will be quite a nice Saturday.
Guten Morgen! Heute fahre ich zur Lake Parade nach Genf, aber zuerst möchte ich ein bisschen Gaillard in Frankreich sehen, erreichbar mit der Straßenbahnlinie 16 in Moillesullaz, und außerdem mit dem Trolleybus nach Meyrin in der Nähe des Genfer Flughafens fahren. Am Ende, gegen 19 Uhr, werde ich schließlich mit dem Zug nach Martigny fahren, zu Abend essen und dann zur Herberge zurückkehren. Es wird ein ganz schöner Samstag.
Bonjour! Aujourd'hui j'irai à Genève pour la Lake Parade, mais d'abord je veux voir un peu de Gaillard en France, accessible avec le tram ligne 16 à Moillesullaz, et aussi aller à Meyrin, près de l'aéroport de Genève, en trolleybus. A la fin, vers 19h, je prendrai éventuellement le train pour Martigny et souperai, puis retournerai à l'auberge. Ce sera un bon samedi.
Dobro jutro! Danes bom šel v Ženevo na jezersko parado, a najprej si želim ogledati delček Gaillarda v Franciji, dostopnega s tramvajem na liniji 16 na Moillesullazu, pa tudi v Meyrin, blizu ženevskega letališča, s trolejbusom. Na koncu, okoli 19h, se bom na koncu odpeljal z vlakom do Martignyja in pojedel večerjo, nato pa se bom vrnil v hostel. Prav lepa sobota bo.
Dobro jutro! Danas ću ići u Ženevu na jezersku paradu, ali prvo želim vidjeti malo Gaillarda u Francuskoj, do kojeg se može doći tramvajem na liniji 16 u Moillesullazu, a također želim otići do Meyrina, blizu ženevske zračne luke, trolejbusom. Na kraju, oko 19 sati, eventualno ću sjesti na vlak za Martigny i večerati te se vratiti u hostel. Bit će to jako lijepa subota.
Buongiorno! Oggi andrò a Ginevra per la Lake Parade, ma prima voglio vedere un po' di Gaillard in Francia, raggiungibile con il tram linea 16 a Moillesullaz, e andare anche a Meyrin, vicino all'aeroporto di Ginevra, con il filobus. Alla fine, verso le 19, prenderò il treno per Martigny e cenerò, poi tornerò in ostello. Sarà un bel sabato.
I woke up about 6:30 AM, took a shower, got dressed, and went to breakfast.  The breakfast place was not very crowded.  I was able to find a table, and enjoy my breakfast.  I had coffee, toast, cheese, sliced meat and corn flakes.  After I finished, I went back to the room to brush my teeth, then went on a walk to the Territet rail station.  The day was very nice, so it was possible.  I boarded the westbound REV for Lausanne through Vevey, and connected there for an inter city train to Geneva.  The train did not stop at Renens, Morges or Nyon, but went through it.  It did not stop until Geneva.  Geneva has a couple of exclaves just a little southwest of Nyon, making the town of Céligny, which the train passed through.  Céligny even has a spot on Lac Léman, also known as Lake Geneva.  The last town in Vaud before the actual canton of Geneva is Mies.  Versoix and Genthod are the next towns the train passed before stopping at Geneva.  The first station in Geneva is Sécheron, very close to Parc Mon Repos.  
At the time, tracks 7 and 8 were still used for the SNCF trains, coming from France.  In 2003, Switzerland was not yet in Schengen, so there was a passport check at the station, for tracks 7 and 8 before accessing the rest of the station.  There is also an RER line to La Plaine, close to the border with France.  
I exited the train at Geneva.  I bought a day pass for the bus and tram lines.  The first place I went was to Meyrin to buy some soft drinks.  I took the trolleybus line 10 to Centre Balexert.  It is on the city limits of Geneva and Meyrin.  At some stage in February 2012, I had stayed in a hotel along the way towards the airport, along Avenue Louis Casai.  Once I bought my soft drinks at the Pick Pay grocery store, I took another tram to the rail station and took line 12 to Plainpalais where I could see the Monument des Reformateurs.  I took another tram, not sure which line, to connect to the one that was supposed to go to Moillesullaz, however it terminated at Gare des Eaux Vives, generally in the right direction but not exactly where I wanted to go.
I had to walk from Gare des Eaux Vives back to Route de Chêne and wait on line 16.  The train went through Thônex, and ended at Moillesullaz.  That was the terminus at the time, before crossing into France.  Anyone who wanted to go to France, would have to walk across the border.  I walked eastward along Rue de Genève up to the SPAR grocery store, where I bought some lunchmeat and cheese, as well as some bread rolls.  Also I bought a bottle of my favorite shampoo, the Pétrole Hahn for oily hair.  I was ready to eat lunch after I paid for everything.  It is worthwhile to mention, that the SPAR grocery store is located next to the tram stop Gaillard-Libération, which was built in the late 2010s, as an extension to Annemasse SNCF station.  In December 2016, I noticed that there were initial steps being made to create the extension, and I noticed this when I visited there.
I walked back across the Swiss border at Moillesullaz.  It was about 12 PM, and I wanted to be at Parc Mon Repos by 2 PM, prior to the start of the Lake Parade.  I took the tram to Place Molard, and walked to the Horloge Fleurie and found a bench in the Jardin Anglais to eat.  I watched the Jet d'Eau pump its water high into the air.  Jet d'Eau operates all day long during the summer, but is shut off for much of the winter.        
After I finished lunch, I put away my unused soft drink bottles, and walked back to Molard to catch the tram to Gare CFF, and transfer to the line 1 bus to Parc Mon Repos.  It was about 1:30 when I arrived.  This would be the start of the parade.  There was supposed to be about 20 or 30 mobiles with people dancing to loud techno music and many other similar styles.  Some mobiles were rented for local dance clubs.  While I was waiting for the parade to start, I was listening to One FM with my radio.  I had a cassette in it, so I could record the music.  I also had my microphone so I could hear the live music as well.  
There were so many people in costume.  It resembled the Love Parade in Berlin and Street Parade in Zürich that I had remembered.  I remember one young lady dressed as a leopard with face paint.  I also remember seeing a few nurses, a few equestriennes, a few cowgirls, many more.  
The parade started a little past 2 PM.  It went south along Quai Wilson and eventually Quai du Mont Blanc.  On the parade, it is better to try to remain in one spot, as the mobiles can take up much space, and there is a crowd that can be difficult to go around.  Crossing the road will sometimes be faced with resistance, as others might want to cross.  This is also true for the Zürich Street Parade.  The parade made its way across Pont du Mont Blanc and Jardin Anglais.  I was watching the mobiles most of the time.  
About 6 PM I decided I had had enough, as I was getting tired walking the parade route.  I had to go to Rue du Stand and catch the tram to Gare CFF, and take a train.  I found one that went to Martigny, in the Canton of Valais.  I had been to Valais in April 2001 and November 2002, but did not spend time in Martigny.  The canton Valais is separated from Vaud, mainly by the Rhône at the far east of Lac Léman / Lake Geneva, up to about Saint-Maurice.  Saint-Maurice is the first station in Valais that the train arrives in.  Valais has a short section right next to France that has a coastline on Lac Léman / Lake Geneva.  
When I was in Martigny, I found a place to eat.  It was the L'Ambroise restaurant, located at the Garni Forclaz Touring hotel, across the street from the rail station.  I was wanting some pasta and beer.  It was on the menu for a cheap price, so I picked the carbonara and Feldschlösschen half liter.  Was excellent.  The meal cost under CHF 25.00 even with tip.
I took the train back to Territet, and the sun was starting to set.  I enjoyed the quick visit to the canton of Valais.  When I arrived at Territet, I walked along the street to the hostel.  There was not much traffic.  As soon as I got to bed, I went to sleep.  The next two days would involve long travels, much of it during the night of the 3rd to the morning of the 4th.  
Please join me on my next journey to Lausanne, Fribourg, Düdingen, Zürich and a night in the night train through Tirol and Kärnten.  In the morning we will pass through Slovenia and end up in Ljubljana.  Hoping the weather will be cooperative there.  Good night!
Bitte begleiten Sie mich auf meiner nächsten Reise nach Lausanne, Freiburg, Düdingen, Zürich und einer Nacht im Nachtzug durch Tirol und Kärnten. Am Morgen durchqueren wir Slowenien und landen in Ljubljana. Ich hoffe, dass das Wetter dort mitspielt. Gute Nacht!
Veuillez me rejoindre lors de mon prochain voyage à Lausanne, Fribourg, Düdingen, Zürich et une nuit dans le train de nuit à travers le Tyrol et Kärnten. Dans la matinée, nous traverserons la Slovénie et finirons à Ljubljana. En espérant que le temps sera coopératif là-bas. Bonne nuit!
Prosim, da se mi pridružite na mojem naslednjem potovanju v Lausanne, Fribourg, Düdingen, Zürich in noč v nočnem vlaku skozi Tirolsko in Kärnten. Zjutraj bomo prečkali Slovenijo in končali v Ljubljani. Upam, da bo vreme tam sodelovalo. Lahko noč!
Molim vas da mi se pridružite na mom sljedećem putovanju u Lausannu, Fribourg, Düdingen, Zürich i jednu noć u noćnom vlaku kroz Tirol i Kärnten. Ujutro ćemo proći kroz Sloveniju i završiti u Ljubljani. Nadajući se da će vrijeme tamo biti naklonjeno. Laku noć!
Per favore, unisciti a me nel mio prossimo viaggio a Losanna, Friburgo, Düdingen, Zurigo e una notte nel treno notturno attraverso il Tirolo e la Carinzia. Al mattino attraverseremo la Slovenia e finiremo a Lubiana. Sperando che il tempo sarà collaborativo lì. Buona notte!
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Juicio a la mafia
Comienza el proceso de juicio político a la Corte Suprema macrista. Kicillof incoa denuncia por el entongue de Larreta y Rosatti a través de sus amanuenses D´Alessandro y Robles. Juicio al complot de Larreta y Rosatti Juicio a los delincuentes de la Corte Imagen: Página/12.
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restonscalmes · 2 years
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Oh, le valeureux gaillard !
Oh, le valeureux gaillard !
Lui, j’éviterai de lui marcher accidentellement sur les orteils, tu vois.
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nuveau-deco · 8 months
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Zoomorphic Magnifying Glass. Designed by Lucien Gaillard (French, 1861–1842) and made around 1904. Medium is cast bronze with a black-brown patina, partially silvered, gold? and glass. Musée d'Orsay inventory number: OAO 63.
(Source: musee-orsay.fr)
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Château Gaillard in Wissous, southern suburbs of Paris
French vintage postcard, mailed in 1907
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"Le Défenseur du Temps" horloge-automate de Jacques Monestier (1979), à l'arrêt depuis 2003 vient tout juste d'être restaurée et réinstallée à l'initiative de l’artiste Cyprien Gaillard, elle a donné son nom au "Quartier de l'Horloge" à Paris, février 2023.
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sirrsfunkylilbitches · 5 months
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oldsardens · 4 months
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Marcel Gaillard - 'Nostalgie' A standing black nude on a boat
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Leverage 3x5 - "The Double-Blind Job"
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random-brushstrokes · 8 months
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François Gaillard - Carnaval à Bruxelles (1886)
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dozydawn · 1 year
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Sylvie Guillem, 1986. Photographed by Pierre Perrin and Raphael Gaillarde.
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