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Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today we have not strayed far from Cavendish Mews and are still in Mayfair, but are far enough away in her mind that Lettice has chosen to take a taxi, hailed for her by her maid Edith from the nearby square, to Bond Street where the premises of the Portland Gallery stand. She is sharing the taxi with her friend Minnie Palmerston, a banker’s wife whom she met at the Embassy Club, which is also on Bond Street. Minnie decided to attempt to redecorate her own dining room with disastrous results, so she has enlisted the assistance of Lettice, who has already established a colour palette and has ordered wall hangings and fabric for new dining chairs, to repair the damage she has done. As the taxi pulls up to the kerb, Lettice and Minnie both peer through the window at the impressive three storey Victorian building with Portland stone facings, which is where the gallery takes its name from. The ground floor part of the façade has been modernised in more recent times, and now sports magnificent plate glass windows through which passers by may look at the beautiful objets d’art artfully presented in them. Currently one window is full of brilliantly painted pottery which reminds Lettice of her Aunt Eglantine’s works, whilst the other has a single modernist statue of white marble set up against a rich black velvet curtain, bathed in light from a spotlight, giving it a very dramatic look.
“That’ll be four and six, mum.” the taxi driver says through the glass divider between the driver’s compartment and the passenger carriage as he leans back in his seat. Stretching his arm across the seat he tips his cap in deference to the well dressed ladies swathed in fox furs and stylish hats in the black leather back seat.
After paying the taxi fare for them both, Minnie encourages Lettice to alight from the taxi first. As they spill from its door, they are both mid laugh over an amusing story about a mutual acquaintance that Minnie shared with Lettice.
Minnie remarks excitedly as the taxi chugs away belching out fumes, “And thinking of gossip, I read in the newspapers that your friend Elizabeth* is going to be the Princess of Wales**.”
“You’re such a gossip, Minnie darling.” Lettice chides her friend mildly as she guides them both across the busy footpath and towards the door. “You’d be the last person I’d share Elizabeth’s confidences with.”
“So she has…”
“If she had shared any with me!” Lettice quickly extinguishes Minnie’s burrowing for gossip with a definite statement in serious and well modulated tones. “As it is, I haven’t seen her since she went to spend Christmas at St Paul’s, Walden Bury. Now come along. We are here to pick objets d’art for your dining room, not prattle about idle gossip.”
“You’re such a spoil sport!” Minnie sulks.
“I’m not when it comes to interior design.” Lettice assures her. “Now let’s find something to go with those wonderful paintings of your husband’s.”
Lettice ushers Minnie through the full length plate glass doors on which the Portland Galleries’ name is written in elegant gilt font along with the words ‘by appointment only’ printed underneath in the same hand. As the door closes behind them, shutting out the sound of noisy automobiles and chugging busses and the clatter of footsteps on the pavement and the chatter of shoppers, the air about them changes. In the crisp and cool silence of the gallery the ladies’ heels click across the black and white marble floor.
“Now, I’ve ordered wall hangings from Jeffrey and Company*** to deck out the dining room. It’s metallic and red dioxide in colour,” Lettice enthuses, suddenly aware of how her well modulated tones bounce off the hard surfaces and objects on display in the gallery. “It’s so striking, I know you’re just going to love it.”
“Hhhmmm,” Minnie muses in a non-committal fashion as her eye flits around the red painted gallery hung with paintings and populated with tables, cabinets and pillars upon which stand different sculptures and other artistic pieces.
“The wallpaper, Minnie,” Lettice sighs in exasperation, misunderstanding Minnie. “I’ve ordered it. Goodness, I do wish you’d concentrate for more than five minutes for a change.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about that, Lettice darling.”
“About what?”
“About the wall hangings Lettice darling.” Minnie purrs. “I’m wondering whether we shouldn’t reconsider how the dining room is to be furbished.”
“Reconsider, Minnie?” Lettice looks with shocked and wide eyes at her friend. “What on earth do you mean, reconsider?”
“Well, I was just wondering whether it mightn’t be better to have gold wallpaper instead.”
“Gold wallpaper?”
“You know darling, to represent the golden sands of Egypt.” Minnie says with a dramatic air, raising her right hand to her forehead, her eyes drifting upwards in the affected stance of a silent film star. “Everyone I know is going positively wild over anything Egyptian after the discovery of that boy king’s tomb****. Simply mad for it, darling! All of Charles’ frightfully boring banking friends can talk of nothing else, and nor can their wives.” She giggles. “They’ve finally got something interesting to talk about.”
“But we’re here today, Minnie darling, to pick ornaments to decorate the room with. The papers are already ordered at great expense.” Lettice looks with concern at her friend. “You can’t go and change your mind now.”
“Of course I can, Lettice darling!” Minnie scoffs with a wave of her maroon coloured leather glove clad hand. “Charles is footing the bill. He’ll pay for whatever you ask, carte blanche.” She cocks one of her well manicured eyebrows over her glittering eye. “He’s convinced that anything you choose will be a patch on anything I’ve done thus far, which in reality probably isn’t too far from the truth.”
“Exactly!” Lettice retorts. “And I’ve chosen red dioxide as the colour for the dining room, not gold.”
“But gold would be so fashionable, Lettice darling!” Minnie insists. “So now!”
“And it might just as quickly be yesterday, tomorrow.” Lettice retorts, irritated at little by the fickle nature of her friend. “I’m trying to help you come up with a dining room that won’t need redecorating for a while.”
“But I…”
Lettice silences Minnie by holding up her navy glove clad hands in protestation. “I promise that it will be modern and fashionable, and yet timeless too.” She plays her trump card knowingly. “Don’t you trust me, Minnie darling?” She gazes at her friend with dewy eyes. “After all, you did ask me to redecorate the room for you. Don’t you trust my judgement any more?”
“Oh… oh no!” Minnie stutters in reply. “No! Of course I do. Your taste is excellent. Of course, you’re right.”
“Then metallic red dioxide wallpaper it will be.” Lettice says with a satisfied sigh.
“Well, I’ll settle for some rather exotic looking Egyptian statues then,” Minnie says. “Like that one you have on your mantle.”
“My ‘Theban Dancer’***** do you mean?”
“Yes, yes! She’s the one!” Minnie enthuses. “Or that daringly modern one you have on your dining room sideboard.”
“Well, they both came from the Portland Gallery, so I’m sure we can find some beautiful examples to suit you here.” Lettice assures her as she entwines her arm with her friend. “Come on, let’s see what there is.”
“Ah! Miss Chetwynd!” a mature frock coated man greets Lettice with a broad smile. Taking her hand, he kisses it affectionately, yet with respect. “How do you do.”
“Mr. Chilvers!” Lettice greets the smartly dressed man with a warm smile and the familiarity of the regular client that she is. “How do you do.”
“And to what do we owe this great pleasure of your visit today, Miss Chetwynd?” Mr. Chilvers asks obsequiously, releasing Lettice’s fingers and clasping his hands together in front of him.
Born Grand Duke Pytor Chikvilazde in the Russian seaside resort town of Odessa, the patrician gallery owner with the beautifully manicured and curled handlebar moustache fled Russia after the Revolution, escaping aboard the battleship HMS Marlborough****** from Yalta in 1919 along with the Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna and other members of the former, deposed Russian Imperial Family. Arriving a in London later that year after going via Constantinople and Genoa, the Russian emigree was far more fortunate than others around him on the London docks, possessing valuable jewels smuggled out of Russia in the lining of his coat. Changing his name to the more palatable Peter Chilvers, he sold most of the jewels he had, shunned his Russian heritage, honed his English accent and manners, to reinvent himself as the very British owner of an art gallery in Bond Street, thus enabling him to continue what he enjoyed most about being Grand Duke Pytor Chikvilazde and enjoy a thriving arts scene. As one of his more high profile customers, Mr. Chilvers happily fawns over Lettice, delighted that she chooses to patronise his very exclusive gallery for pieces to decorate the interiors of her clients’ homes with.
“Mr. Chilvers, this is my friend Minnie Palmerston. I’m redecorating her St John’s Wood dining room. Minnie, this is Mr Chilvers. He owns and runs the Portland Gallery.”
“Charmed, I’m sure.” Mr. Chilvers raises Minnie’s hand to his lips and kisses it, all the while admiring the beautiful redhead with striking green eyes, swathed in maroon and draped in red fox furs.
“Minnie’s taken rather a shine to my ‘Theban Dancer’ and my ‘Modern Woman’, Mr. Chilvers,” Lettice explains. “Perhaps you can show us something of a similar vein?”
“It would be my pleasure, Miss Chetwynd, Miss Palmerston,” Mr. Chilvers croons. “Right this way. I think I might have just the thing.”
“He’s the gallery owner,” Lettice whispers to her friend behind her hand. “He always thinks he has something.” She pauses. “Although to be fair, this is an amazing gallery and he often does.”
Minnie looks at Lettice with a hopeful smile.
Indicating for them to follow him with an open palm gesture, Mr. Chilvers leads the ladies through the gallery.
The rich red walls are hung with all kinds of modern paintings, many not dissimilar to those that grace the walls of Minnie and Charles’ dining room. Lettice’s own drawing room paintings come from the gallery. Dour street scenes and vibrant abstract still lives hang alongside dynamic portraits. Most of the furnishings are black japanned wood and made in a very stark, yet stylish way, so as not to distract from the artworks that sit upon their surfaces. Hand painted pottery in bright colours and ornate spun glass pieces sit upon tables and buffets and inside mirrored cabinets whilst statues stand proudly on pillars and stands. The air is rich with the fragrance of ornate floral arrangements strategically set about the gallery as colourful foils to compliment various artworks. Everywhere there is colour and interest.
“What kind of display are you looking for, ladies?” Mr. Chilvers asks as Lettice and Minnie follow in his sweetly spiced eau de cologne wake.
Minnie looks alarmingly at Lettice, who quickly answers for them both, “I have two rather tall pillars that will stand either side of an existing new tile fireplace. I also have a simple black japanned sideboard.”
“Is there a mantle on the fireplace?” the gallery owner asks as they walk.
“A small central recess only, Mr. Chilvers.” Lettice says knowledgably, much to Minnie’s surprise, for even as the owner of the fireplace she has never so much as considered whether it has a mantle or not.
“And the specifics of the room?” Mr. Chilvers asks, running his index finger along the edge of a display table as he does, rubbing his clean thumb and forefinger together and releasing a satisfied sigh as he does.
“It’s my dining room.” Minnie begins. “I tried to do the redecoration myself but…”
Lettice quickly places a forbidding arm across Minnie’s chest, silencing her. Minnie glances at her friend whose eyes widen as she shakes her head to indicate that the gallery owner doesn’t need to know about Minnie’s decorative disasters.
“The room,” Lettice says smoothly over the top of her friend. “Is in an early Victorian townhouse, so it has high ceilings and is tall rather than wide. I have metallic red dioxide papers embossed with leaves and flowers on order from Jeffrey and Company. Mr. and Mrs. Palmerston are devotees of modern art, Mr. Chilvers, so the paper, whilst striking, is really there to support their paintings already chosen for the room.”
“Always the arbiter of smart and select taste, Miss Chetwynd.” Mr. Chilvers replies with a smile as he glances back at the two ladies and tweaks his moustache. “So, something tall, perhaps, with some gilding?”
“Quite so, Mr. Chilvers.” Lettice agrees.
“And nothing too ornate, of course.” he adds.
“Indeed no, Mr. Chilvers.” Lettice concurs.
“You are very fortunate in your choice of interior designer, Mrs. Palmerston.” He turns back and keeps walking. “Too many women with too much time on their hands take it upon themselves to redecorate rooms, creating a disastrous and gauche pale imitation of what they have seen elsewhere, which simply doesn’t suit their homes.”
Minnie’s eyes grow wide as she glances at Lettice in alarm. Lettice silently raises he finger to her lips to indicate that she hasn’t said anything about Minnie’s attempt to redecorate her dining room herself, which makes Minnie sigh with relief.
“Rather like creating a Maida Vale dining room in St John’s Wood, would you say, Mr. Chilvers?” Minnie asks a little nervously.
“Quite so, Mrs. Palmerston. Well said.” he agrees as his pace slows. “I do so dislike bored ladies like that. I have no time for artless women who dabble in art, and I won’t have them in my gallery.”
“Oh!” Minnie bluffs with false joviality. “Oh, my husband and I quite agree with you. There is nothing worse than a poorly decorated room, Mr. Chilvers, full of tasteless tatt.” She is so grateful that the imposing gallery owner has his back to her so that he cannot see the colour of her face betraying the truth of Minnie’s experience.
“Indeed, Mrs. Palmerston,” he agrees. “But that is something you won’t have to suffer under the skilled artistic eye and adept hands of Miss Chetwynd. She has found the profession that suits and showcases her skills admirably.”
“Yes,” Minnie says, blushing deeper and smiling coyly. “I’ve seen the work she has done to the home of friends of ours.”
“Ah,” Mr. Chilvers purrs as they reach a corner of the gallery. He stops in front of a beautiful, and unusually, round flame wood cabinet on a large pedestal. “I think, ladies, you might find something to your liking in here.” He opens up the doors and turns to the two ladies. “A selection of modern sculpture and some of my finest Venetian glass*******. There are also some rather fetching sculptures to either side.” he adds with a wave of his elegant hand. “Well, I’ll leave you to discuss your choices with your client, Miss Chetwynd. I do hope, Mrs. Palmerston, that you will find something to please you.”
The two ladies watch him sweep away before turning to the cabinet.
“Thank you for not telling Mr. Chilvers about my… you know.” Minnie starts gesticulating wildly.
“You nearly gave the game up yourself, Minnie.” Lettice chides her friend kindly in a conspiratorial whisper. “Mr. Chilvers is a frightful snob. It’s almost like he comes from the highest echelons of some European aristocracy, and yet even with Leslie’s help I’ve been unable to trace him prior to opening this gallery in 1920. He’s quite the mystery! And,” she adds. “He doesn’t let just anyone shop here, even by appointment.”
“Which would explain why Charles and I have never been here.” Minnie replies.
“Indeed. Well, I think Mr. Chilvers would refuse Charles automatically on face value. Being a banker, I think he would consider him far too gauche and newly minted for his establishment.”
“Oh.” Minnie casts her eyes downwards.
“Don’t do that, Minnie darling!” Lettice puts a comforting arm around her friend. “You are a good person, and so is Charles.” She rubs Minnie’s arm. “Don’t worry about Mr. Chilvers snobbery. I can already tell that he likes you. I knew he would admire you for your striking fiery red tresses and stunning green eyes. He finds you intriguing.”
“He does?”
“Yes. He didn’t even acknowledge poor Margot on the one occasion I brought her here.”
“But she’s richer and better connected than I am.”
“Sshhh!” Lettice shushes her friend with a finger to her lips. “He obviously doesn’t think so.”
“It’s a funny way to run a business, I must say.” Minnie says as she picks up a beautiful glass comport of aqua blue and toys with it in her hands, feeling the cool material between her fingers.
“Mr. Chilvers seems to rise above all that, which is why I think he is from a very aristocratic European family. Italian perhaps?” She picks up a tall Venetian glass vase with amber decoration around its base, holding it up as if it serves as proof as to Mr. Chilver’s lineage.
“With a name like Chilvers, he can hardly be Italian, Lettice darling!” Minnie replaces the comport on the shelf.
“Oh, you can be so dense sometimes, Minnie darling!” Lettice giggles. “You don’t imagine that Chilvers is his real name, do you?”
“Well…” Minnie gulps.
“Of course it’s not! If he’s an Italian prince, or count, he probably has a real family name of Chiavaroli or Chiodini.” Lettice giggles girlishly as the syllables roll around like a foreign language in her mouth. “Anyway, going back to what I was saying before, if through being connected with me, you receive a foray into the joys of exclusive shopping here, I know you will find many a fine piece to ornament your home with. Once Mr. Chilvers knows you have taste.”
“He hasn’t seen the disaster I made of my dining room.” Minnie blurts out, interrupting her friend.
“And he doesn’t have to know about it.” Lettice soothes quietly. “Just keep mum.”
“Yes!” Minnie sighs. “Me and my big mouth. One day you won’t be around, and I’ll get myself into real trouble.”
“Well, luckily I was here, Minnie darling.” Lettice says with a smile. “Anyway, once Mr. Chilvers knows you, he’ll forgive you if you bring Charles: especially if Charles brings an open chequebook.”
“Do you think he might be Russian?” Minnie asks quietly, looking discreetly over her shoulder to Mr. Chilvers as he sits at his black japanned desk in the middle of the gallery, scribbling notes into a ledger.
“Who?” Lettice asks, wide eyed as she removes the copy of the ‘Theban Dancer’ from the middle shelf of the cabinet and considers whether it will fit onto the recess of Minnie’s dining room fireplace.
“Mr. Chilvers, of course, Lettice darling! Now who’s being dense?”
“Good heavens no!” Lettice scoffs. “He’s English is far too good and his manners too impeccable to be a Russian emigree. Have you ever met any? They can be quite horrible and so terribly haughty, even if they are now all as poor as church mice.” She too looks over to Mr. Chilvers, who either doesn’t know he is being scrutinised, or is far too polite to acknowledge it. “No, he’s Italian, I’m sure of it.” She sighs as she admires his dark hair, pale skin, and sharp cheekbones. “Now, this isn’t helping us pick any pieces for your dining room, Minnie darling. I was thinking that the ‘Theban Dancer’ you like might just fit on the small recess on your fireplace. Do you really like her enough to want her? Is she exotic enough for your current tastes?”
The two women begin to look earnestly at the objects around them to select pieces for Minnie’s dining room, and all the while, Mr. Chilvers writes in his ledger, the nib of his fountain pen scratching across the surface of the page, his ears ever alert to every whisper of conversation in his gallery, but his eyes remaining downcast out of deference for Lettice, one of his favourite customers.
*Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, as she was known at the beginning of 1923 when this story is set, went on to become Queen of the United Kingdom and the Dominions from 1936 to 1952 as the wife of King George VI. Whilst still Duke of York, Prince Albert initially proposed to Elizabeth in 1921, but she turned him down, being "afraid never, never again to be free to think, speak and act as I feel I really ought to". He proposed again in 1922 after Elizabeth was part of his sister, Mary the Princess Royal’s, wedding party, but she refused him again. On Saturday, January 13th, 1923, Prince Albert went for a walk with Elizabeth at the Bowes-Lyon home at St Paul’s, Walden Bury and proposed for a third and final time. This time she said yes. The wedding took place on April 26, 1923 at Westminster Abbey.
**In early January 1923 a newspaper ran a gossip item that Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon was soon to be engaged to Prince Albert the Duke of York’s elder brother, the Prince of Wales – a story that reportedly annoyed her. Rumour has it that part of Elizabeth’s hesitance to marry Albert was due to her being in love with David – the loftier “catch” – however, these stories are highly unlikely and probably have more to do with trying to explain her later hatred for Wallis Simpson. More likely, she knew that the story meant more pressure for her to make up her mind about Albert and she knew the rumour would wound him
***Jeffrey and Company was an English producer of fine wallpapers that operated between 1836 and the mid 1930s. Based at 64 Essex Road in London, the firm worked with a variety of designers who were active in the aesthetic and arts and crafts movements, such as E.W. Godwin, William Morris, and Walter Crane. Jeffrey and Company’s success is often credited to Metford Warner, who became the company’s chief proprietor in 1871. Under his direction the firm became one of the most lucrative and influential wallpaper manufacturers in Europe. The company clarified that wallpaper should not be reserved for use solely in mansions, but should be available for rooms in the homes of the emerging upper-middle class.
****On the 4th of November 1922, English archaeologist Howard Carter and his men discovered the entrance to the boy king, Pharaoh Tutankhamun's tomb in the Valley of the Kings, sparking a worldwide interest in all things Egyptian. The craze he started became known as Tutmania, and it inspired everything from the architecture of public building and private houses alike to interior design and fashion. Famously at the time, socialite Dolores Denis Denison applied one of the earliest examples of getting the media of the day to pay attention to her because of her dress by arriving at the prestigious private view of the King Tut Exhibition in London, dressed as an Egyptian mummy complete in a golden sarcophagus and had to be carried inside by her driver and a hired man. Although it started before the discovery of the tomb, the Art Deco movement was greatly influenced by Egyptian style. Many of the iconic decorative symbols we associate with the movement today came about because of Howard Carter’s discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb in the Valley of the Kings.
*****The exquisite sculpture “Theban Dancer” was cast by the esteemed Belgian-French sculptor Claire Jeanne Roberte Colinet, and is one of the most recognised figures representing the exoticism and frenetic energy and movement of the 1920s. Cast in the 1920s, the “Theban Dancer” is gilt and enamelled bronze, usually sitting upon a marble plinth.
******In 1919, King George V sent the HMS Marlborough to rescue his Aunt the Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna after the urging of his mother Queen Dowager Alexandra. On the 5th of April 1919, the HMS Marlborough arrived in Sevastopol before proceeding to Yalta the following day. The ship took Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna and other members of the former, deposed Russian Imperial Family including Grand Duke Nicholas and Prince Felix Yusupov aboard in Yalta on the evening of the 7th. The Empress refused to leave unless the British also evacuated wounded and sick soldiers, along with any civilians that also wanted to escape the advancing Bolsheviks. The Russian entourage aboard Marlborough numbered some 80 people, including forty four members of the Royal Family and nobility, with a number of governesses, nurses, maids and manservants, plus several hundred cases of luggage
*******Venetian glass is glassware made in Venice, typically on the island of Murano near the city. Traditionally it is made with a soda–lime "metal" and is typically elaborately decorated, with various "hot" glass-forming techniques, as well as gilding, enamel, or engraving. Production has been concentrated on the Venetian island of Murano since the Thirteenth Century. Today Murano is known for its art glass, but it has a long history of innovations in glassmaking in addition to its artistic fame - and was Europe's major centre for luxury glass from the High Middle Ages to the Italian Renaissance. During the Fifteenth Century, Murano glassmakers created cristallo—which was almost transparent and considered the finest glass in the world. Murano glassmakers also developed a white-coloured glass (milk glass called lattimo) that looked like porcelain. They later became Europe's finest makers of mirrors.
Whilst this up-market London gallery interior complete with artisan pieces may appear real to you, it is in fact made up completely with pieces from my 1:12 miniatures collection, including pieces I have had since I was a teenager.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
On the top shelf of the round Art Deco display cabinet are a selection of 1:12 artisan glass pieces. Each one is made from real blown glass and is decorated with spun glass patterning in a different colour. They all come from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.
On the middle shelf is a miniature artisan hand painted Art Deco statue on a “marble” plinth. Made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, who are well known for the quality of the detail in their pieces, it is a 1:12 copy of the “Theban Dancer” sculpture created by Claire-Jeanne-Roberte Colinet in 1925. She is flanked by two hand coloured spun glass comports. These I have had since I was a teenager. I acquired them from a high street shop that specialised in dolls and doll house miniatures.
The New Woman Art Deco statue on the bottom shelf of the cabinet is a hand painted 1:12 artisan pewter miniature also from Warwick Miniatures Ireland. She is named “Christianne”, and she also comes in a more risqué form as a nude.
The very striking round mirror backed mahogany Art Deco cabinet is made by high end miniature furniture maker, Bespaq. It comes from their Swanson range. The two pedestals either side of it were also made by Bespaq.
The two statues on the pedestals are 1:12 artisan miniatures also from Warwick Miniatures Ireland, however they have been had painted by me.
The black console table and the table in the foreground were made by Town Hall Miniatures.
The two porcelain vases on the console table have been hand painted and came from an online miniatures specialist on E-Bay. The glass comport is a 1:12 artisan glass piece made from real blown glass and is hand tinted. It comes from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.
The paintings on the wall come from Amber’s Miniatures in the United States.
The vase of flowers in the foreground is beautifully made by hand by the Doll House Emporium.
The Clarice Cliff style Art Deco tea set and tray on the table in the foreground have been hand painted and came from an online miniatures specialist on E-Bay.
third stage
Oh these repetetive buildings somehow tire but also let you develop an idea. This time I got much closer to what I had in mind. Thanks for all the feedback on the first two stages:-) It is a combination of the previous versions (first & second) with a better balance of the leg sections and a simple but directed body.
The HAV is to follow...
I am trying to make a highly retractable walker for a carrier. This is the first version, others have already been abandoned and currently I am proceeding. This turned out half way presentable for a try-out.
The HAV carrier for the walker.
If you see some of these appearing in your area, it's time to leave...
Un peu d’histoire
Dénommé à l'origine « Vilcena », le bois de Vincennes est situé à l’est de Paris. Il est un vestige de l'antique ceinture forestière qui entourait Lutèce dont le nom apparaît pour la première fois dans un document de l’abbaye de Saint-Maur en 847. Propriété de l’Eglise, puis des rois de France jusqu’en 1791, l’histoire du bois est intimement liée au château. Il sera longtemps prisé pour ses chasses royales. Ce n’est qu’après la révolution qu’il est classé bien national. Il servira de champ de manœuvres tout au long du 19e jusqu’au second Empire où, sous l’impulsion de Napoléon III et de son ingénieur Alphand, le bois est très largement aménagé.
Après la seconde guerre mondiale, les emprises militaires sont peu à peu rendues à la promenade et réaménagées suivants les plans de Jean Trouvelot, architecte en chef du château de Vincennes de 1942 à 1948, qui souhaitait relier le bois au château et recréer la trame paysagère des allées royales.
Fort de cette double empreinte paysagère, le bois de Vincennes a été classé au titre des sites naturels pittoresques en 1960 par André Malraux.
Se promener
D’une superficie de 995 hectares principalement boisée, il est le plus grand espace vert parisien. Il offre une large palette de paysages et d’ambiances.
Le bois de Vincennes comporte quatre lacs autours desquels se déploient de nombreuses activités :
le lac Daumesnil, le plus grand, situé à l'extrémité ouest du bois comporte deux îles, l'ile de Reuilly et l'île de Bercy, accessibles par des ponts. Près de ses berges se trouvent la Pagode de Vincennes et le temple bouddhiste tibétain.
le lac de Gravelle, situé au sud-est,
le lac des Minimes, au nord-est, comporte trois îles, dont celle de la Porte Jaune;
le lac de Saint-Mandé, est situé au nord-ouest.
Ces lacs sont reliés par des rivières qui traversent les parcelles forestières et qui constituent des itinéraires de promenades pittoresques.
Une large palette d'activités sportives
Le bois de Vincennes offre une large palette d'activités pour les amateurs de sport, dont quatre parcours sportifs pour s'entrainer en plein air :
- Le parcours sportif Daumesnil : départ avenue Daumesnil. 2 itinéraires l'un de 1 400 mètres comportant 14 ateliers, l'autre de 2 400 mètres comprtant 18 ateliers.
- Le parcours sportif Patte d'Oie : départ carrefour de la Patte d'Oie. Itinéraire de 1 400 mètres comportant 11 ateliers.
- Le parcours sportif des Minimes : départ vers la Porte jaune. Boucle de 1 800 mètres comportant
13 ateliers.
- Le parcours sportif de la Porte dorée : circuit de 2 km100 comportant 12 ateliers. 3 points de départ mais aussi d'arrivée le circuit pouvant être réalisé dans les deux sens.
Le bois de Vincennes accueille deux sites du Jardin botanique de la Ville de Paris : le Parc Floral de Paris et l’arboretum de l'école Du Breuil, ainsi que le jardin d’Agronomie tropicale.
Quelques chiffres
- 543 hectares de massifs forestiers
- 80 hectares d’espaces jardinés
- 7,8 km de rivières
- 20 hectares de plans d’eau
- 11 millions de visiteurs chaque année
BG de Peyton Iuga
Raça: Camarilla (Vampira)
Nome: Peyton Iuga
Natureza: Rebelde
Comportamento: Bon Vivant
Conceito: Artista
Geração: 10ª
Clã: Toreador
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Atributos
Físicos:
Força = ➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Destreza = ➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Vigor = ➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Sociais:
Carisma........... ➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Manipulação.... ➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Aparência........ ➊➋➌➍➎➅➆➇➈➉
Mentais:
Percepção.......➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Inteligência......➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Raciocínio........ ➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
_______________________
Habilidades
Talentos:
Prontidão.......... ➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Esportes........... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Brigas............... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Esquiva............ ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Empatia............ ➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Expressão........ ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Intimidação....... ➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Liderança.......... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Manha............... ➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Lábia................. ➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Perícias:
Empatia c/ anim..... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Ofícios................... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Condução.............. ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Etiqueta................. ➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Armas de fogo....... ➊➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Armas Brancas...... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Performance.......... ➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉ - Cantar
Segurança............. ➊➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Furtividade............. ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Sobrevivência........ ➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Conhecimentos:
Computador........... ➊➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Enigmas................. ➊➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Investigação........... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Direito..................... ➊➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Linguística.............. ➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Medicina................. ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Ocultismo............... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Política................... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Rituais.................... ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Ciências................. ➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
_______________________
Vantagens
Antecedentes:
Aliados...................➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Contatos.................➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Fama......................➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Geração.................➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Rebanho................➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Influencia...............➊➋➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Mentor...................➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Recursos...............➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Lacaios..................➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Status....................➀➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉➉
Status
Disciplinas:
Presença ➊➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Rapidez ➊➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Auspicio ➊➁➂➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Virtudes:
Consciência/Convicção ➊➋➌➃➄➅➆➇➈➉
Auto-Controle/Instinto ➊➋➌➍➄➅➆➇➈➉
Coragem ➊➋➌➍➎➅➆➇➈➉
_______________________
Qualidades:
Físicos :
Voz encantadora ➋
Equilíbrio Perfeito ➊
Ingerir comida ➊
Mentais:
Bom senso ➊
Concentração ➊
Defeitos:
Físicos :
Estatura Baixa ➊
Mentais:
Pesadelos ➊
Timidez ➊
Coração Mole ➊
Fobia ➋ - aranhas
Humanidade/Trilha:
Consciência (ou convicção) + Autocontrole
➊➋➌➍➎➏➐➇➈➉
Força de Vontade = Coragem 5 (Certo)
Pontos de sangue = 10ª 13 pontos
(Historia do Personagem - Podendo ser anexada para um card separado ou aqui mesmo)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrOW2l1EQeE
Peyton, nascida em Londres, em 1985 num hospital no centro da cidade. A sua mãe a abandonara às portas de um orfanato nos Jardins de Baldwin.
Ela sempre soubera que era adoptada, mas com o passar dos anos as questões foram igualmente aumentando sobre a sua mãe biológica, mas as respostas, apesar de evasivas e pouco conclusivas pareciam tiradas de um livro, “Uma adolescente que caiu no erro de amar um homem mais velho que a engravidara e a deixou na miséria, mas querendo algo melhor para a pequena Peyton resolveu larga-la num orfanato para que o destino se encarregasse da pequena menina”.
Por sorte ou ironia, ela fora logo acolhida por uma família britânica abastada.
Nunca reclamara da vida que tinha em criança, sempre tivera tudo o que havia de bom e do melhor, os seus irmãos mais velhos por vezes a aborreciam, pois partiam seus brinquedos, mas convenhamos... Nada do que irmãos não faziam uns aos outros.
A sua adolescência no entanto fora repleta de dúvidas e desconfortos no ambiente que a envolvia, principalmente depois de sua colocação em um colégio privado que exigia o uso de uniforme, cabelo sempre preso, e nada de maquiagem, isso fazia com que a jovem não se sentisse enquadrada naquela sociedade, sentia-se sozinha na maior parte do tempo, mesmo com os seus irmãos sempre por perto para lhe proteger quando era chamada aberração na escola.
A sua adopção nunca fora segredo, até mesmo na escola, ao que os seus colegas a tratavam por aberração exatamente por esse facto.
Facto esse que devido ao estatuto da sua família perante a sociedade nunca fora escondida.
Em um desses dias “normais” depois de estar realmente farta de tantos insultos após os seus 18 anos foge, com o auxílio de um dos irmãos, Seth.
Num dia complicado, novamente confusa, eles passam por uma loja de tatuagens a qual decidem entrar por pedido da jovem. No interior da loja ela entrega todo o seu dinheiro ao artista, cerca de duas mil libras, pedindo para que ele tatue estrelas por todo o seu corpo, de forma a que realçasse as suas linhas já de jovem mulher.
O seu irmão sai da sala quando ela começa a despir-se, esperando uma manhã inteira a meio de gritos de sua irmã, imaginando a sua dor com as agulhas a espetarem o corpo, eram três homens em volta de seu corpo tatuando-a, perto da hora do almoço resolve entrar na sala pois passadas todas aquelas horas o silencio era senhor da ocasião.
Ao entrar repara assustado no corpo inanimado de sua irmã em cima da maca apenas tapado com um lençol.
Uma jovem que trabalhava na loja ao ver o estado confuso do irmão começa a vestir a jovem gentilmente.
“Desmaiou por causa das dores, cuidado ao leva-la para casa, uma menina de coragem essa.” Disse a jovem tentando acalmar o irmão que ainda parecia congelado ao ver Peyton daquela forma.
Assim ele o fez... Ao entrarem em casa sem que ninguém se apercebesse de suas presenças, apesar de terem muitos empregados como a casa era gigante, naquele momento não tiveram qualquer resistência ao entrarem por uma das entradas laterais da casa subindo diretamente para o quarto da jovem que automaticamente adormeceu quando o seu corpo fora gentilmente depositado no conforto de sua cama.
Ainda preocupado, o irmão passou toda a noite com ela vigiando-a caso fosse preciso algo.
Passadas algumas semanas ela retornou à mesma loja para que o artista terminasse o que começara, sempre com o seu irmão ao lado.
O seu visual ia mudando aos poucos, não só as tatuagens, mas piercings começavam a fazer parte do seu corpo, ao invés do uniforme, uma mini saia, botas e uma blusa que mal tapava os seus seios era agora a sua vestimenta usual.
Agora eram os outros que a temiam quando a viam entrar na faculdade que havia ingressado, faculdade de artes no centro de Londres. O silencio agora se fazia ouvir pelas paredes, e a sua roupa a medida que o tempo ia passando e ia diminuindo de tamanho mostrando as belas curvas que agora se formavam e a sua voz sensual e suave a acompanhar o agridoce do seu novo visual.
Os olhos dos rapazes que antes a viam como aberração agora a viam com desejo devido a saia que outrora era longa e agora mostrava um pouco do seu corpo bem definido, e a camisa que tapava todo o corpo, agora era posta com um nó mostrando o seu ventre liso com piercing no umbigo, com a gravata desapertada a cair pelo ombro e com a sua bolsa de couro substituindo a sua antiga mochila.
Toda ela respirava sensualidade, ao ponto das jovens agora cobiçarem a sua forma física. Por fora, provocava, insinuava silenciosamente, por dentro, sorria pensando que se tinha tornado realmente numa bela mulher.
Certa vez apreciava o seu corpo, nua, de frente a um espelho, o seus cabelos loiros platinados, olhos azuis como o céu, sardas que contornavam as maçãs do seu rosto e as tatuagens que faziam os contornos das curvas e criavam o contraste perfeito.
Acariciava o belo corpo imaginando o dia que o entregaria a um homem, a sensação do toque de uma mão masculina, o beijo quente de desejo, algo que imaginava mas nunca havia sentido.
Sem dar conta, a porta de seu quarto é aberta e por ela entra o seu irmão mais velho que fica estupefacto a olhar para ela. De forma instintiva tapa os seios e cruza as pernas gritando para que ele saísse.
Vira nos olhos do irmão algo que nunca tinha visto antes revelado naqueles olhos verdes, um fogo sem explicação.
Lágrimas começaram a escorrer pelo rosto de Peyton quase ao mesmo tempo que sente as mãos fortes do irmão a agarra-la jogando-a com violência na cama, os seus sentidos começam a ficar turvos ao sentir os beijos em seu pescoço, uma repulsa instantânea e um medo sobre comum faz com que ela tenha forças e consegue ajoelhar a virilha dele atirando-o ao chão a contorcesse tamanha a violência do gesto.
Peyton agarra em algumas roupas que estavam pousadas numa cadeira e foge correndo pelas escadas em direção ao jardim onde se esconde.
Estava a tremer quando tentava vestir a roupa que pouco ou quase nada escondia o seu corpo, com o seu cabelo preso num rabo de cavalo que mesmo assim batia-lhe um pouco a baixo do meio das costas, calça umas botas e corre para a rua, tentando apagar a imagem do que acontecera a poucos instantes.
O desespero a leva para o Pub que costumava frequentar com os irmãos, naquele momento não tinha nada, queria esquecer, sem ninguém, sem amigos, apenas sozinha no seu desespero.
Começa a beber, sentindo os olhares dos homens ali sobre o seu corpo, olha para o relógio reparando que já eram duas da manhã, tinha de se levantar, desesperada acaba por sair sem pagar, pois sabia que haveria sempre um idiota que iria lhe pagar a conta.
Preparada para se levantar e dirigir-se ao banheiro é interpelada por um belissimo homem, sério, com uns olhos verdes encantadores. Seus olhos prendem-se nos dele e um sorriso surge na cara de Peyton.
- Tão bela moça não deve chorar - diz o homem com uma voz penetrante olhando-a nos olhos de forma quente.
- Dia complicado - responde-lhe Peyton entrando assim no banheiro feminino sentando-se sobre a pia de lavar as mãos secando suas lágrimas pensando naqueles olhos.
A porta abre-se e ele entra, tranca a porta atrás de si e dirige-se inplacavelmente até Peyton abrindo-lhe as pernas e encaixando-se no meio levantando seu rosto beijando seus lábios, acariciando seu pescoço, não se atrevendo a tocar no seu corpo quase nú.
- Vamos sair daqui, você parece cansada, precisa descansar.
- Sim, mas deixei meu celular em casa, preciso avisar meus pais que chegarei tarde.
Sorrindo ele responde-lhe que ligará assim que chegar ao sei carro onde tem o seu celular. Peyton quase que hiptnotisada por aquele olhar segue-o para fora do pub com mãos dadas, entra num carro de alta celindrada.
Com apenas 20 anos nunca se imaginou em tal situação, mas gostava do risco que estava a correr, o celular foi-lhe entregue e ao digitar o número de sua mãe lágrimas voltam a cair em sau face e deixa recado no atendedor de chamada, dizendo que iria dormir fora, que no dia seguinte daria explicações.
Ele arranca com o carro.
- Meu nome é John, fiquei encantado com sua beleza e sua fragilidade.
Peyton interrompe-o dizendo para a levar para casa, e ele assim o faz, pedindo somente para a voltar a ver, durante semanas encontram-se todas as noites no mesmo pub, nunca o vê a beber ou comer nada, somente a apreciar a beleza de Peyton, falam sobre arte, música, a vida e as espectativas.
Certo dia Peyton resolve beija-lo, ele era o homem ideal para ela perder a sua virgindade, pede que a leve para casa dele para que possam estar a vontade, sua timidez havia desaparecido com o desejo que sentia por aquele homem.
O toque, o calor, o beijo era tudo o que esperava, o carinho que sentia por ele, o seu toque levou-a a loucura, fazendo amor com ele noite a dentro. Sem conseguir perceber ele ja a haveria abraçado, sentiu um prazer inesplicavel sentindo algo a morder no pescoço, sente seu coração parar o mundo a girar.
Ao acordar tenta puxar ar para os seus pulmões e sente algo queimar. olha para o lado e ali se encontra john.
- O que aconteceu? - chorava Peyton
- Não resisti meu amor, você tinha que ser minha para a eternidade, e é assim que estamos agora ligados.
- Não entendo, minha garganta arde.
- Bebe - e atira-lhe um homem inanimado para a cama, como se por magia sabia o que tinha que fazer, saltou para o pescoço dele cravando suas presas ingerindo todo o sangue que conseguia, John já se encontrava a seu lado.
Com o passar dos dias explicou-lhe quem eram, como funcionavam, o que era a camarilla e como se comprtavam em público. trazia-lhe sempre um humano para a alimentar, mas via-a chorar sempre que chegava a hora do humano morrer.
Certo dia enquanto passeavam pelo centro de Londres a Noite, vendo o London eye, dois homens agarram-nos empurrando Peyton para longe, que com medo corre e esconde-se em cima de uma arvore e vê John olhando-a nos olhos e a sua vida ser-lhe retirada, cortam-lhe a cabeça, sem dó nem piedade. Ouve-os procurarem Peyton e sabe que são Hunters, que tem que se esconder, fugir.
Durante anos foge, certo dia resolve viajar pelo mundo, entra no avião com seu ipod ouvindo música e tenta dormir. a viagem seria longa. Quando abre os olhos estava deitada na areia, o havião havia caído e Peyton não sabia muito bem como, nem onde estava.
Estava perdida, sabia apenas que precisava alimentar-se pois a sua cura estava lenta e precisava abrigar-se. Encontrando uma gruta esconde-se e passa o dia com medo que o sol a mate, que aquele seja o ultimo momento de sua eternidade. Quando cai a noite começa a caminhar e encontra uma cidade, procura então os membros da camarilla como havia John lhe ensinado, tinha que se apresentar, não poderia ficar sozinha.
Pour les amateurs d'épigraphie !
Il s'agit du verso d'origine du montage du portrait d'homme. La petite étiquette collée au-dessus de la gravure (qui représente 2 gendarmes entrain d'arrêter un quidam) comprte le nom et l'adresse du photographe. J'ai réussi à déchiffrer :
Ligne 1 : PER.... ?
Ligne 2 : PHOTOGRAPHE
Ligne 3 : RUE .... ?
Ligne 4 : A ?A??ES (NANTES ?)
Je poste une vue HD de l'étiquette. Amusez-vous bien !
Aquí tenéis la conjunción de dos sentimientos: el amor de unas madres comprtiendo una mirada cómplice y sincera.
Quiero comentar para aquellas personas que no son oriundas de México, en el Sistema Nacional de Salud, ya se establecio el expediente clínico electrónico, es decir ya no se encuentra escrito en papel, entonces al estar computarizado todas las operaciones o calculos los hace automaticos y en base a esa progrmación realiza recomendaciones o da alternativas en la promoción de la salud, en el caso de la mujer mexicana el promedio de edad reproductiva de los 11 hasta los 48 años, con sus excepaciones hasta los 54 años, por lo tanto, no existe congruencia en esta leyenda con la edad de la paciente y lo considere algo chusco y comprtirlo con todos Ustedes. Esperando se haya aclarado la confución.
Des objets futuristes aux allures de lampadaires poussent ces dernieres annees comme des champginons. Parfaitement fondus dans le paysage. Ils se presentent a nous comme des instruments de protection. Ne son ils pas plutot des outlis de controle? L'oeil d'un pouvoir eloigne, qui nous regarde d'en haut. Celui qui dissuade les attitudes non conformes. Les comprtements decales. Une envie de traverser hors des clous. De coller une affiche, de danser tout nu sur son balcon? Mefi! Les cameras sont autant de possibilites d'etre observe. Celles-ci nous influencent insidieusement, et changent l'atmosphere do nos rues. Quand bien meme aucun humain ne se trouve aux alentours ou derriere l'ecran. a scene restera sur ?sque-dur.
Oi meninas!!
Fiz essa misturinha, com o xangai, blanc (blant) o valentina (impala gloss) jalapão (brilho da blant) mas não lembro direito da quantidade dos esmaltes que usei... :( sorry
Bom como tava muito comprtada desenhei essa asinha de borboleta (depois de muito tentar e ainda não ficou bom) que vi navegando no youtube.
Un peu d’histoire
Dénommé à l'origine « Vilcena », le bois de Vincennes est situé à l’est de Paris. Il est un vestige de l'antique ceinture forestière qui entourait Lutèce dont le nom apparaît pour la première fois dans un document de l’abbaye de Saint-Maur en 847. Propriété de l’Eglise, puis des rois de France jusqu’en 1791, l’histoire du bois est intimement liée au château. Il sera longtemps prisé pour ses chasses royales. Ce n’est qu’après la révolution qu’il est classé bien national. Il servira de champ de manœuvres tout au long du 19e jusqu’au second Empire où, sous l’impulsion de Napoléon III et de son ingénieur Alphand, le bois est très largement aménagé.
Après la seconde guerre mondiale, les emprises militaires sont peu à peu rendues à la promenade et réaménagées suivants les plans de Jean Trouvelot, architecte en chef du château de Vincennes de 1942 à 1948, qui souhaitait relier le bois au château et recréer la trame paysagère des allées royales.
Fort de cette double empreinte paysagère, le bois de Vincennes a été classé au titre des sites naturels pittoresques en 1960 par André Malraux.
Se promener
D’une superficie de 995 hectares principalement boisée, il est le plus grand espace vert parisien. Il offre une large palette de paysages et d’ambiances.
Le bois de Vincennes comporte quatre lacs autours desquels se déploient de nombreuses activités :
le lac Daumesnil, le plus grand, situé à l'extrémité ouest du bois comporte deux îles, l'ile de Reuilly et l'île de Bercy, accessibles par des ponts. Près de ses berges se trouvent la Pagode de Vincennes et le temple bouddhiste tibétain.
le lac de Gravelle, situé au sud-est,
le lac des Minimes, au nord-est, comporte trois îles, dont celle de la Porte Jaune;
le lac de Saint-Mandé, est situé au nord-ouest.
Ces lacs sont reliés par des rivières qui traversent les parcelles forestières et qui constituent des itinéraires de promenades pittoresques.
Une large palette d'activités sportives
Le bois de Vincennes offre une large palette d'activités pour les amateurs de sport, dont quatre parcours sportifs pour s'entrainer en plein air :
- Le parcours sportif Daumesnil : départ avenue Daumesnil. 2 itinéraires l'un de 1 400 mètres comportant 14 ateliers, l'autre de 2 400 mètres comprtant 18 ateliers.
- Le parcours sportif Patte d'Oie : départ carrefour de la Patte d'Oie. Itinéraire de 1 400 mètres comportant 11 ateliers.
- Le parcours sportif des Minimes : départ vers la Porte jaune. Boucle de 1 800 mètres comportant
13 ateliers.
- Le parcours sportif de la Porte dorée : circuit de 2 km100 comportant 12 ateliers. 3 points de départ mais aussi d'arrivée le circuit pouvant être réalisé dans les deux sens.
Le bois de Vincennes accueille deux sites du Jardin botanique de la Ville de Paris : le Parc Floral de Paris et l’arboretum de l'école Du Breuil, ainsi que le jardin d’Agronomie tropicale.
Quelques chiffres
- 543 hectares de massifs forestiers
- 80 hectares d’espaces jardinés
- 7,8 km de rivières
- 20 hectares de plans d’eau
- 11 millions de visiteurs chaque année
nettoyage du talus entre la grande avenue et le champ du bourg à Kervy (44).C'est par ce chemin que je rentrais de l'école, le néflier à disparu. J'aii cherché à représenter un arbre, sous des visions très fugitive, car bient le talus va à nouveau se recouvrir de végétation, les tranches du bois vont s'oxyder, s'émousser...
Qu'est-ce qu'un arbre ? une image lointaine peut nous ramener à des notions de sciences natttturelles, comprter l'âge de celui-ci :)
se que no es mi mejor foto, que no salgo bien, pero la verdad no me importa porque las eche de menos y es bacán volver a comprtir con ustedes parte importante del día ♥
lo intente por activa y por pasiva,casi me falto el arrodillarme y suplicarle que me acompañara esta mañana,pero el no quiso.
asi es,mi compañero del alma juan no quiso levantarse esta mañana para comprtir conmigo este momento que ahora os dejo aqui para todos vosotros.
dedicado a juan por supuesto.
canon 50D + tammy 10-24
sin ningun tipo de procesado.al natural 100x100.
es fragil y no se ve... solo sabemos que existe porque lo sentimos en el pecho.
el aire invade los pulmones y a menudo tenemos suspiros de esos liberadores.
aunque es invisible se hace necesario demostrar aquello con algun gesto
un abraso una caricia en el pelo o una simple mirada.
una buena señal siempre sera el silencio que no se hace incomodo que se hace complice de tu ser y el mio.
cuando cierro los ojos lo unico que logro visualisar es tus ojos mirandome con esa cara de regaloneo verdadero que me encanta y me llena la vida.
mis ganas de deborarte son imprables e inevitables.
me tomas de la mano fuerte y siento tranquilidad y me siento segura de comprtir mis dias contigo...
y asi sin mas abro mis ojos y no veo nada mas que un espacio vacio a mi lado, el recuerdo y las ganas de sentirte a mi lado se hace profundo.
es inexplicable... sentir tus pies que le dan el calor que necesito a los mios es algo magico y hermoso. me encanta el momento en que me despierto y te veo abrasado muy fuerte a mi como si me estuvieses agarrando para que no me arranque. no creo que sea algo que solo yo siento, pero en mi se hace tan especial tan unico y tan sincero que eso hace que sea diferente al sentir de todos los demas!
tu me tomas de la mano y para mi es mucho mas que solo ir de la mano, es darme tranquilidad es sentirte a ti, es simplemente algo que me encanta.
En un mercado de artesanias de Perú, me encontre este punto de ventaque comprten los distintos comerciantes.
he tratado de escaparme y de salirme de esta historia proque entiendo que fui yo el ultimo en llegar pero el corazon no entiende y no sabe de contar si esque hay uno o mas de uno para el eso es igual y es por eso que prefiere compartir antes de perderte y seguir soñando y seguir pensado que algun dia las cosas cambiaran para bien o mal. y he tratado de escaparme de salirme de esta histora se esfumarme y de perderme y de borrarme de una ves pero el corazon insiste que sera lo que le diste que no escapas de sustituirte y comensar una ves mas pero no sabes que es hasta capas de comprtir antes de perderte y seguir soñando pero nose hasta cuando
quizas algun dia te den las ganas de revisar esta pagina qe en el algun moemnto fue dedicada especialmente para ti . . hoy ha pasado algun tiempo desde que ya no estamos juntos . . creo qe algunos meses la vrdd no se ; no se por que son estas palabras pero creo qe las cosas qe nacen del corazon deben hacerse & no es necesario guardar cuando uno quiere sanar ; qe es lo principal qe quiero escribirte en estas lineas es lo qe en algun momento senti qe ya no eras parte de mi ni yo parte de tu vida ; ha sido tan complicado hacerme la idea de qe ya no estas aqui cmo antes pero tbm ha sido facil mantener una amistad & querer saber cmo estas o como te encuentas no creas qe escribo todo esto con alguna intencion de algo mas es lo último qe en este momento decearia ; solo es decear suerte a tu vida qe de vrdd por todo el amor qe en algun momento existio en mi me gusta saber qe estas bien y feliz ; a veces eres a la unica persona qe puedo contarle algunas cosas ; eres esa persona qe reia cada historia de encuentro o tontera qe pasaba en mi vida xD ; no se te convertiste en un pilar en mi vida y de algun momento otro ya no estaba creo qe aun pienso en ti & se llenan de mariposas mi estomago ; creo qe aun escucho esas canciones qe en algun momento fueron de los dos y se llenan de lagrimas mis ojos , recordando cmo fueron esos dias en qe estabas aqui (L) no se son solo recuerdos qe vienen a mi cabeza algunas veces cn mas frecuencias & otras solo recordando los lindos momentos cmo lo que fueron ; no puedo pedir olvidar de un momento a otro no puedo pedir olvidar qe fuiste la persona qe de vrdd me enamore y sentia qe podia ser para siempre . Cmo escuche una vez el primer amor jamas se olvida y hasta es el mas tortuoso asi es , puedo decir qe de ti ifue la primera persona qe me enamore la primera vez qe pude sentir qe existia un sentimiento mas alla qe una admircion un gusto o no se un cariño especial cmo puede pasar tan seguido . . no quiero seguir escribiendo creo qe tbm es una perdida de energias ; lo qe vale si es las ganas qe tenia de escribirte de ya no seguir con esto clabado en mi (L) ; creo qe al cerrar etapas debes terminar cmo debe ser; no se si en algun momento llegue a olvidar todo el amor qe existio en mi ; pero puedo decir qe si puedo calamar mis ansias de qerer estar junto a ti ; gracias por enseñarme tantas cosas qe aprendi junto a ti a valorar a amar a qerer a ser un poco mas tolerante a conocer lo qe significa comprtir un sentimmiento , no se lo qe pueda estar pasando por tu cabeza ahora ; puedo pensar o imaginar lo qe estaras pensando pero no pienses en algun momento qe quiero reivivir cosas o quiero remover tu pasado cmo dije es solo lo qe nacio en un momento donde escuchaba canciones qe favorable o lamentablemente cada dia me recuerdan a ti , te deceo lo mejor & cmo siempre lo he dicho si tu eres feliz yo estare bien , un bso cristian menares
Lima; vista de la misma esquina del Jirón Huanta, gentilmente comprtida por un amigo del Facebook. en la que se puede ver el edificio de la Facultad de Farmacia y Bioquímica de San Marcos, justo en el mismo lugar donde antes había parte de los jardines del Jardín Botánico. Fuente: Imagen del Google Earth posteada por Julio César Gonz Rodr (Facebook) (19/9/2018) (2de2)
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Le monument au héros du peuple
Obélisque de 37,90 m de haut, comprte des bas-relief représentant de hauts faits patriotiques et révolutionnaires, ainsi que des calligraphies de Mao Zedong et de Zhou Enlai.
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Lima; foto de turistas de paso por el Perú; pese al feo sello de agua color amarillo valió la pena comprtir este verdadero documento de época que retrata tal vez una de las tantas huelgas que han habido en nuestra capital -y hay todavía, se trata de algo incurable-, esto es lo que parece dar a entender esta escena captada con maestría de periodista gráfico: dos tranvías vacíos estacionados en La Colmena, año 1962. A la derecha se puede ver parte del edificio del Gran Hotel Bolívar, al fondo se alza la torre del recordado Hotel Crillón, con el edificio Colmena a su costado. Imagen en Kodacrhone. Fuente: "ebay.com"
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Le petit dej offert par ma tante, c'est u repas traditionnel, dont chaques comprtiments de nourriture porte chance pour une certaine raison (ex: crevettes geantes pour la vieillesse...). A gauche biensur... A droite c'est ma soeur!
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El pensamiento viene atado del lenguaje, dando a que el ser sea un ser pensante y sepa comprtarse y el encuentro de recursos necesarios a su sobreviviencia por medio de la experiencia.
QUE YERBA MAS BUENA ESTA
e podido hacer 4 generaciones de sweet purple esta es la cuarta vez .
me siento feliz de poder comprtair este regalito de la naturaleza::PAZ Y RESPETO