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Fifth picture of the series Canes & Mud.
(For this time a Self-portrait, evoking ancient past fishermen. A very difficult picture to execute as it got very windy and I had to remain immobile for 30 seconds of exposure)
Magical sunrise in this beautiful place that is the Albufera of Valencia.
The image title is because during the photoshoot, surrounded by all this beauty, calm water, boat, reeds, mud, tranquility, flying birds ... every moment reminded me a lot to the great novel "Cañas y Barro" of the great Valencian writer Vicente Blasco Ibáñez, set in rural Valencia (Albufera) of the early twentieth century, the novel observes and portrays the social reality of the time and place with absolute precision.
Would like to thank this picture to my friend Javier Girbés, which helped me a lot with the location and encouraged me to know this magnificent spot.
On the technical side, say that I only used a screwed ten steps filter combined with a neutral gradient three steps filter.
I hope you like it. Have a nice Wednesday. :)
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From a raptor shoot about half a decade ago.. This may be a version of Grey Goshawk (help please)
I remember listening to a photography talk when the speaker insisted on taking as many photos as possible because there will always be leisure & retirement, when we could work on them. Though I do not have leisure, my travels and photo exploits have reduced considerably. I had come out of the talk, took his advice and spend relaxing hours editing them. It delights my heart to look at unedited folders
Cincinnati, OH
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At 125 m (410ft) below ground level, it is the largest chamber of the mine, which was exploited in the nineteenth century, with a total of 20,000 tons of salt excavated. It measures 40 x 17 m (131 X 56 ft), and its floor area is of 680 m2 and is used as a meeting hall. It can hold banquets, balls, parties, conferences, symposia, training sessions, concerts or theatrical performances for groups of up to 600 people.
Exploitant : Transdev TVO
Réseau : R'Bus (Argenteuil)
Ligne : 7
Lieu : Île-de-France (Argenteuil, F-95)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/35158
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Texturas logradas con distintos filtros de PS.
Exploitant : Transdev Ecquevilly
Réseau : Plaine de Versailles
Ligne : 75
Lieu : Gare de Marly-le-Roi – Parvis (Marly-le-Roi, F-78)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/58108
"In the early part of World War II, 110,000 persons of Japanese ancestry were interned in relocation centers by Executive Order No. 9066 issued February 19, 1942. Manzanar, the first of ten such concentration camps, was bounded by barbed wire and guard towers. It confined ten thousand persons, the majority of them American citizens.
May the injustices and humiliation suffered here as a result of hysteria, racism, and economic exploitation never emerge again."
California Registered Historical Landmark No. 850
- Plaque Placed by the State Department of Parks and Recreation in cooperation with the Manzanar Committee and the Japanese American Citizens League, April 14, 1973.
Manzanar National Historic Site, California
United States of America
Cincinnati (/ˌsɪnsɪˈnæti/ SIN-sih-NAT-ee) is a major city in the U.S. state of Ohio and is the government seat of Hamilton County. Settled in 1788, the city is located at the northern side of the confluence of the Licking and Ohio rivers. The city drives the Cincinnati–Middletown–Wilmington combined statistical area, which had a population of 2,172,191 in the 2010 census making it Ohio's largest metropolitan area. With a population of 301,301, Cincinnati is the third-largest city in Ohio and 65th in the United States. Its metropolitan area is the fastest growing economic power in the Midwestern United States based on increase of economic output and it is the 28th-biggest metropolitan statistical area in the U.S. Cincinnati is also within a half day's drive of sixty percent of the United States populace.
In the nineteenth century, Cincinnati was an American boomtown in the heart of the country. Throughout much of the 19th century, it was listed among the top 10 U.S. cities by population, surpassed only by New Orleans and the older, established settlements of the United States eastern seaboard, as well as being the sixth-biggest city for a period spanning 1840 until 1860. As Cincinnati was the first city founded after the American Revolution, as well as the first major inland city in the country, it is regarded as the first purely "American" city.
Cincinnati developed with fewer immigrants and less influence from Europe than east coast cities in the same period. However, it received a significant number of German immigrants, who founded many of the city's cultural institutions. By the end of the 19th century, with the shift from steamboats to railroads drawing off freight shipping, trade patterns had altered and Cincinnati's growth slowed considerably. The city was surpassed in population by other inland cities, particularly Chicago, which developed based on strong commodity exploitation, economics, and the railroads, and St. Louis, which for decades after the Civil War served as the gateway to westward migration.
Cincinnati is home to three major sports teams: the Cincinnati Reds of Major League Baseball; the Cincinnati Bengals of the National Football League; and FC Cincinnati, currently playing in the second division United Soccer League but moving to Major League Soccer (Division 1) in 2019. The city's largest institution of higher education, the University of Cincinnati, was founded in 1819 as a municipal college and is now ranked as one of the 50 largest in the United States. Cincinnati is home to historic architecture with many structures in the urban core having remained intact for 200 years. In the late 1800s, Cincinnati was commonly referred to as the "Paris of America", due mainly to such ambitious architectural projects as the Music Hall, Cincinnatian Hotel, and Shillito Department Store. Cincinnati is the birthplace of William Howard Taft, the 27th President of the United States.
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We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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"Agricultural exploitation"
Dachstein Village (Bas-Rhin)
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Making a surprise appearance in-between its Transpennine exploits, 47475 in its unique Regional Railways style livery was in charge of the 17.12 Liverpool Lime Street to Preston service, departing from Leyland on the Down Fast on June 22nd 1990.
During this period the teatime out-and-back all-stations service from Lime Street to Preston utilised a 47 on a layover that had worked into Merseyside on a service from Newcastle.
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Y esa noche el sueño se convirtió en realidad; el amor mataba y los periodicos lo anunciaban:
"El amor mata a 117 personas en Irak por la explosión de la primavera"
(y Aznar no es el responsable)
Txus 2010
Exploitant : SETRAM
Réseau : SETRAM
Ligne : 5
Lieu : Saint-Martin (Le Mans, F-72)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/id/5895
La SETE, exploitant de la Tour Eiffel, avait précisé que cette illumination débuterait la tombée de la nuit, et non pas à 19H00 comme elle l'avait annoncé précédemment... mais une alerte à la bombe l'a quand même décalée ce mardi !
An old abandoned house with its' side fallen out. This is on an island that was resettled in the 1960's. It reminded me of a little girls doll house.
Noisy and gregarious, these cheerful exploiters of man's rubbish and wastefulness, have managed to colonise most of the world. The ultimate avian opportunist perhaps. Monitoring suggests a severe decline in the UK house sparrow population, recently estimated as dropping by 71 per cent between 1977 and 2008 with substantial declines in both rural and urban populations. Whilst the decline in England continues, Breeding Bird Survey data indicate recent population increases in Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GE74qTDcsek
La carrière de la Gombe est une ancienne exploitation de grès, actuellement utilisée pour l'entraînement à la plongée sous-marine.
La carrière de la Gombe avait été exploitée pour l'extraction de pierre de taille, grès de construction.
Le Centre Liégeois d'Activités Subaquatiques (C.L.A.S), actuellement plus important club de plongée de Belgique, décida de l'exploiter pour l'entraînement de ses membres une fois transformé ce petit lac en un plan d'eau de plus de 30 mètres de profondeur.
Le centre de plongée fut inauguré le 22 février 1977. Il est actuellement certifié 5 étoiles.
The career of Gombe is a former operating sandstone, currently used for training in scuba diving.
The career of Gombe had been exploited for stone mining, construction sandstone.
The Center Liégeois of Underwater Activities (CLAS), currently most important Belgian diving club, decided to use it for training its members once transformed this small lake in a lake over 30 meters depth.
The dive center was inaugurated on February 22, 1977. He is currently certified 5 Stars.
"Historical City"
Uzès (Gard)
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Phnom Penh (Cambodge)
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We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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Asian elephants and their mahouts (elephant trainer/caregiver) on the Mekong River in Laos. It has been estimated that the country had well over a hundred thousand elephants over a century ago. In fact, the old name for Laos was "Lan Xang," meaning "land of a million elephants." The country's previous flag had a three headed white elephant on it (a traditional symbol of strength and unity in Lao culture). Today, due to poaching and habitat loss, the elephant population numbers less than a thousand. Conservation work is being undertaken by the WWF (World Wildlife Fund) as well as independent elephant sanctuaries such as this one. Ironically enough, there is a fundamental disagreement between the WWF and these elephant sanctuaries in their approach to conservation. WWF accuses these sanctuaries of exploiting elephants for tourism purposes, while the sanctuaries feel that putting elephants in a protected area is impractical and ultimately a losing battle as poaching and habitat loss continues to take their toll on the population.
"Crenellated"
Château de la Belle au bois dormant, Ussé (Indre et Loir)
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Yamdrok Yutso ཡར་འབྲོག་གཡུ་མཚོ་ yar 'brog g.yu mtsho
It is over 72 km (45 miles) long. The lake is surrounded by many snow-capped mountains and is fed by numerous small streams. The lake does have an outlet stream at its far western end.
Around 90 km to the west of the lake lies the Tibetan town of Gyantse and Lhasa is a hundred km to the northeast. According to local mythology, Yamdok Yumtso lake is the transformation of a goddess.
The lake (621 km² in area, of depth unknown) is fan-shaped, spreading to the South but narrowing up to the North. The mountainous lakeshore is highly crenellated, with numerous bays and inlets. The lake has a dozen of islands. Lakes Yamdok Yumtso freezes up in winter.Like mountains, lakes are considered sacrosanct by the Tibetan people, the principle being that they are the dwelling places of protective deities and therefore invested with special spiritual powers. For instance, Lhamo La-tso (Oracle) Lake is thought to be divinatory; everyone from the Dalai Lama to the local villagers makes pilgrimages there. Yamdrok Lake is one of four such holy lakes, the others being Lhamo La-tso (mentioned above), Namtso and Manasarovar. It is revered as a talisman and is said to be part of the life-spirit of the Tibetan nation. The largest lake in southern Tibet, it is said that if its waters dry, Tibet will no longer be habitable. The lake has nine islands, of which one houses the famous Samding Monastery. This monastery is interesting, as it is the only Tibetan monastery to be headed by a female re- incarnation. Since it is not a nunnery, its female abbot heads a community of about thirty monks and nuns. The Samding Monastery, where Dorje Pamo, the only woman Living Buddha in Tibet, stayed and presided, stands to the south of the Lake Yamdrok Yumtso .
Today, both pilgrims and tourists can be seen walking along the lake's perimeter, enjoying the diversified fauna and flora, admiring the snow-capped mountains in the distance and visiting the villages scattered along its shores. One of the most newly popular pastimes for Tibetans is fishing, new because Tibetans are traditionally not allowed to eat fish.
One of the lake's islands contains an old fort or castle called Pede Dzong.
Exploitation
There are shoals of fish living in Yamdok Yumtso lake, which are commercially exploited by local population. From April to October, fish caught from this lake are sold at markets in Lhasa, the provincial capital.
Additionally, the lake's islands serve as rich pasture land to local herdmen.
With the UFA Invasion underway, dozens of Eurasian bunkers had been raided and decimated. One base in particular, though, had an increased amount of activity. Curious of this, the UFA sent pathfinders to find out what significance this commotion was. Upon entering the facility unnoticed, a couple of rebel leaders were being tortured, and soon after one of them was executed for noncompliance. The pathfinders were shocked at this discovery, since the rebels and Eurasians shared similar goals. What was really going on? The pathfinders became unaware of their movements, and alerted the guards of their position. Communication to UFA headquarters were soon disrupted, and the secret of this seeming betrayal died after the bombing of this facility soon after.
Very fun to get back into the swing of things, and to continue this storyline for the World In Darkness group from Everette. Made this quick scene in one night since I've been busy with music and schoolwork. I had two sets of lighting, and couldn't only post one of them, so you'll get both :))
Photo. Auteur inconnu "Archive SVEA"
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Prise en 1906
Motrice CFe 2/4 52 et tram Ce 2/2 12
Chesières
La ligne du Bex-Villars-Bretaye a été construite à partir de 1898, sa longueur est de 17.1 Kilomètres dont 7.8 Kilomètres a adhérence et 9.3 Kilomètres à crémaillère à voie métrique.
Elle a été mise en exploitation en quatre temps, de Bex à Gryon en 1900, de Gryon à Villars en 1901, de Villars à Chesières en 1906, (tronçon supprimé depuis 1961) et Villars aux Bouquetins dès le 18 décembre 1913 puis Bretaye en 1938.
Autrefois, l’exploitation du goémon, dont on extrayait la soude et celle du granit qui a permis de construire tant d’infrastructures portuaires des côtes françaises comme anglaises, assurait aux îles une population permanente importante.
Au milieu du XIXe siècle, Chausey abrite jusqu’à 500 carriers, la majorité était des granitiers bretons.
Ce sont les moines du Mont Saint-Michel qui, les premiers, ont exploité le granit de Chausey.
Sa réputation est telle qu’il sert à la construction des manoirs du Cotentin, à la réalisation des quais des ports de Dieppe et de Londres, au pavage des trottoirs du Paris haussmannien, ou à la reconstruction de Saint-Malo en 1949.
Les algues, qui abondent dans les fonds marins de l’archipel, ont aussi constitué une matière première importante pour la fabrication de la soude entrant dans la composition du verre ou des savons.
Eglise de la Nativité
Eglise du XIXè siècle à Bourberain (Bourgogne - Côte d'Or)
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This iconic bird of prey is also one of the world's most widely distributed birds, found on every continent except Antarctica.
They are one of, if not the, fastest animals in the world. They are believed to achieve speeds of over 300 kph when plunging from the sky above in a spectacular stoop.
Peregrine falcons mate for life and breed in the same territory each year. The male courts the female for about one month, using aerial displays. They make a nest, or scrape, on ledges and in small caves located high on a cliff. During the breeding season they are very territorial and will vigorously defend their nests.
Peregrines prefer open landscapes, but are increasingly exploiting towns and cities where there are tall buildings for nesting and plenty of pigeons for prey, which they catch with masterful ease.
Unlucky victims are captured in vicious talons after a lightning dive from above, but the killing stroke is delivered by the deadly beak.
The Exploited performing live at The Rock
Copenhagen, Denmark; April 24, 2011
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Frankreich / Provence - Cassis
Cassis (French pronunciation: [kasi]; Occitan: Cassís) is a commune situated east of Marseille in the department of Bouches-du-Rhône in the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur region, whose coastline is known in English as the French Riviera, in Southern France.
It is a popular tourist destination, famous for its cliffs (falaises) and the sheltered inlets called calanques. The wines of Cassis are white and rosé, and not to be confused with crème de cassis, a specialty of Burgundy which takes its name from blackcurrants (cassis), not the commune. It is a filming location featured in The French Connection, notably for heroin smuggler Alain Charnier's house.
Geography
The town is situated on the Mediterranean coast, about 20 kilometres (12+1⁄2 miles) east of Marseille. Cap Canaille, 394 metres (1,293 feet), between Cassis and La Ciotat ("the civitas") is one of the highest maritime bluffs in Europe, a sailor's landmark for millennia. It is east of Marseille and in the department of Bouches-du-Rhône.
One of its main beaches, called "Bestouan", is made cooler by a karstic source.
History
The present site of Cassis was first occupied between 600 and 500 BC by the Ligures, who constructed a fortified dwelling at the top of the Baou Redon. These people lived by fishing, hunting, and farming.
The current site of Cassis could have been inhabited by the Greeks, though no proof has yet been found.
During Roman times, Cassis was part of the maritime route made by the Emperor Antoninus Pius. It was a small village, established mainly around the Arena and Corton beaches. The principal livelihood was fishing and maritime trade with North Africa and the Middle East. Several archaeological discoveries attest to this.
From the 5th to the 10th centuries AD, invasions by foreign tribes led the population to seek refuge in the castrum, a fortified city that, in 1223, became the property of the Seigneurie des Les Baux-de-Provence.
In the 15th century, Cassis was ceded to the Counts of Provence; then René of Anjou gave the town to the Bishops of Marseille, who ruled the town until the Revolution of 1789.
Industrial Revolution
In the eighteenth century, Cassis started to develop outside the ramparts of the fortified city and around the port. After the Bourbon Restoration, new industries developed here, including the drying of cod, the manufacture of olive oil and clothing, coral work, wine-making and the exploitation of local stone (cement, limestone). Stone of Cassis, which was quarried here since antiquity made the town famous. It has been used for the quays of the large Mediterranean ports (Alexandria, Algiers, Piraeus, Marseille, and Port Said). A claim that it was used for the base of the Statue of Liberty in New York City gained wide circulation but has been proved apocryphal. Today, the stone is used more for domestic purposes such as the construction of sinks and fireplaces.
In the twentieth century, as these industries began to disappear, the workforce turned to tourism and wine making. Cassis was one of the first three vineyards to profit from the appellation d'origine contrôlée (label of controlled origin) introduced in 1936.
Origin of the name
The oldest form is Tutelæ Charsitanæ, attested since the first century. It then drifts into Carsicis (15th century) and Castrum Cassitis (1323). These place names suggest a Car-s theme derived from the pre-Indo-European *Kar meaning stone or rock, to which has been added the suffix -ite. The French language has retained the Provençal Cassis spelling, which is identical in both the classical and Mistralian standards.
The final "s" is not pronounced in the local variant of Provençal, unlike other dialects. The pronunciation of the final "s" is found in the motto of the city, which rhymes Paris, Cassis and the word 'vist' with one another (pronunciation in Provençal "mistralien": /pa.ʁis/, /ka.sis/, /vis/). In French, both pronunciations occur.
The Provençal motto of the commune attributed to Frédéric Mistral is "Qu'a vist Paris, se noun a vist Cassis, n'a rèn vist", which means "Who has seen Paris and not Cassis, has not seen anything".
(Wikipedia)
Cassis [kaˈsi oder auch kaˈsis] ist eine französische Stadtgemeinde mit 6706 Einwohnern (Stand 1. Januar 2022) im Département Bouches-du-Rhône (13) in der Region Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur. Sie gehört zum Arrondissement Marseille und zum Kanton La Ciotat. Cassis ist ein Hauptakteur in der Entwicklung des Nationalparks Calanques.
Geografie
Lage
Die Kleinstadt befindet sich am Mittelmeer in einer Bucht der Calanque-Küste zwischen Marseille (30 km) und Toulon (42 km).
Verkehr
Von Marseille führt die Departementsstraße D 559 über den Pass Col de la Gineste nach Cassis. Eine im Jahre 1969 eröffnete kleinere Bergstraße, die Route des Crêtes, führt entlang der Steilküste weiter nach La Ciotat. Von dieser Panoramastraße hat man einen weiten Blick auf das Meer. Der bekannteste Felsen auf dem Weg ist das Cap Canaille.
Weiter im Landesinnern führt die Autobahn A 50 bei Cassis vorbei. Der Autobahnanschluss liegt etwa fünf Kilometer vom Ortszentrum entfernt.
Die Stadt verfügt auch über einen Bahnhof der französischen Staatsbahn SNCF an der Bahnstrecke Marseille–Ventimiglia, der sich ca. 2 km außerhalb (nördlich) des Ortes befindet. Der Bahnhof wird ausschließlich von Nahverkehrszügen bedient, hingegen nicht von den ebenfalls diese Strecke befahrenden Hochgeschwindigkeitszügen (TGV). Vom Bahnhof zum Ortskern besteht eine Pendelbusverbindung mit einer Fahrzeit von rund 15 Minuten.
Der Hafen wird nicht von Kursschiffen bedient. Er wird von Privatbooten, kleinen Fischerbooten und Ausflugsschiffen zu den Calanques genutzt. Ein weiterer Hafen für 500 Boote liegt in Port-Miou.
Klima und Vegetation
Die jährliche Sonnenscheindauer beträgt ca. 3000 Stunden und die Niederschlagsmenge ca. 600 Millimetern pro Jahr. Der Boden ist, besonders wenn der Mistral weht, sehr trocken. Die Landschaft rund um den Ort wird von Reben, hauptsächlich aber von der immergrünen, sekundär entstandenen Gebüschformation der Garrigue geprägt, da ein Waldbrand am 21. August 1990 rund 3.500 Hektar Wald vernichtete. Die weitere Vegetation ist an die salzhaltige oder trocken-heiße Umgebung besonders angepasst. Man findet vor allem Buschvegetation, die aus Kermes-Eichen, Rosmarin, Felsenbirne (Amelanchier) und Schneeball (lorbeerblättriger Schneeball, Laurier tin, Viburnum tinus) sowie gelegentlich aus Steineichen und verschiedenen Kiefern besteht.
Geschichte
rste Zeugen menschlicher Besiedelung gehen auf das 5. Jahrhundert v. Chr. zurück. Wahrscheinlich war die Bucht auch zur griechischen Zeit besiedelt. Im römischen Reich gehörte das Gebiet zur Provinz Gallia Narbonensis. Cassis wird als Carsici auch auf dem Itinerarium Antonini des 3. Jahrhunderts erwähnt. Das Dorf dürfte daraufhin über mindestens 1.200 Jahre das politische Schicksal der südlichen Provence geteilt haben.
Im Mittelalter befand sich Cassis auf einer erhöhten Stelle, die heute château (Burg) genannt wird. Auf Grund von Barbareneinfällen flüchtete sich die Bevölkerung auf diese erhöhte Stelle. Diese Siedlung wurde 1223 in die Herrschaft Baux-de-Provence einverleibt. Im 15. Jahrhundert gelangte Cassis nach dem Aussterben der Familie Baux an die Grafschaft Provence, bevor es nach dem Tode des Grafen René von Anjou und dessen kinderlosen Erben 1481 französisch wurde. König Ludwig XI. gab Cassis den Bischöfen von Marseille zu Lehen. Diese regierten Cassis bis zur Französischen Revolution.
Die heutige Altstadt wurde im 18. Jahrhundert am Hafen erbaut und die befestigte Siedlung auf dem Hügel wurde allmählich aufgegeben. Der verheerenden Pestepidemie von 1720 wird noch heute alljährlich gedacht. Im Februar 1794 übernachtete General Bonaparte auf einer Inspektionsreise in Cassis.
Im 19. Jahrhundert siedelten sich einige kleine Industriebetriebe an, darunter besonders solche im Steinbruch- und Zementgewerbe. Der Ort verfügt heute kaum noch über nennenswerte Industriebetriebe, seit 2006 eine Tresorfabrik nach Osteuropa verlagert wurde.
Sehenswürdigkeiten
Schloss (château): Befestigter Ort des 14. Jahrhunderts, im 19. Jahrhundert verfallen, heute ausgebaut zu Luxusferienwohnungen. Das Gelände ist heute in Privatbesitz und kann nicht besichtigt werden.
Rathaus (hôtel de ville): Bau aus dem 16. Jahrhundert mit großer Treppe und salon d’honneur (Ehrensaal). Reste einer Küche aus dem Mittelalter.
Kirche Saint-Michel: Erbaut zwischen 1859 und 1867 aus Cassis-Stein in neoromanischem Stil mit drei Schiffen.
La Prud’homie: Im Jahr 1791 eingerichtetes Fischereigericht. In einer Nische steht die Statue des Hl. Petrus, die an der jährlichen Prozession der fête des pêcheurs durch die Straßen von Cassis getragen wird.
Maison de l’Europe: Gebäude des 17. Jahrhunderts mit klassizistischer Fassade von 1808. Monumentales, denkmalgeschütztes Treppenhaus.
Villa Ariane: Elegantes Anwesen aus dem 19. Jahrhundert mit Garten im griechischen Stil und kleinem Amphitheater. Ab Ende der 1920er-Jahre im Besitz des Malers, Schauspielers und Mäzens Jerome Hill, nach dessen Tod Eigentum der Camargo Foundation.
Veranstaltungen
Ein immer noch bedeutendes Fest im Jahreskalender ist das Fest der Fischer, auch Fête de la Saint-Pierre et de la Mer genannt. Es findet Ende Juni statt.
Jeweils am ersten Sonntag im September wird das Winzerfest gefeiert.
Zweimal pro Woche wird ein Gemüsemarkt auf der Place Baragnon abgehalten; jeden Samstag findet auf der Place Clémenceau der marché paysan, ein – frei übersetzt – saisonaler Wochenmarkt statt. In der französischen Ferienzeit zwischen dem 1. Juli und dem 31. August gibt es abendlich auf beiden Plätzen, von 18:00 Uhr bis Mitternacht, einen Nachtmarkt, auf dem Bekleidung, Schmuck und anderes feilgeboten wird.
Seit 1979 ist Cassis am letzten Oktobersonntag Zielort von Marseille – Cassis, einem der populärsten Volks- und Straßenläufe Frankreichs.
Wirtschaft
Steinbrüche
Der helle Kalkstein von Cassis wurde bereits in der Antike abgebaut. 1720 wurde wieder mit dem Abbau begonnen. Der Stein aus Cassis war aus zwei Gründen beliebt: einerseits ist er recht widerstandsfähig gegen Witterungseinflüsse, andererseits war der Transport aus den am Meer gelegenen Steinbrüchen per Schiff vergleichsweise kostengünstig. Steine aus Cassis wurden für den Hafenbau von Marseille und Alexandria verwendet. Die letzten Steinbrüche wurden in den 1980er-Jahren geschlossen.
Fischerei
Die Fischerei ist heute unbedeutend; nur noch ein halbes Dutzend Berufsfischer fahren auf das Meer. Bis zum Aufkommen des Tourismus bedeutete die Fischerei aber eine der Haupteinnahmequellen von Cassis. Immer noch wird täglich der Fang des Tages im Hafen verkauft. Dort steht auch die Statue des kleinen Sardellenfischers Calendal nach einem Motiv des Dichters Frédéric Mistral. Wie in vielen kleinen Häfen am Mittelmeer so drängen auch in Cassis die Yachten und Segelboote die kleinen Fischerboote zurück – höhere Liegeplatzgebühren, verbunden mit Wassersporttourismus, sind auch eine Einnahmequelle für die Kommune.
Weinbaugebiet
Der Weinbau ist in Cassis seit mindestens dem 12. Jahrhundert nachweisbar. Nachdem Ende des 19. Jahrhunderts durch die Reblauskatastrophe sämtliche Reben eingingen, wird der Weinbau erst seit Mitte des 20. Jahrhunderts wieder in bedeutendem Umfang gepflegt.
Das 196 Hektar große Weinbaugebiet von Cassis hat seit dem 15. Mai 1936 den Status einer Appellation d’Origine Contrôlée (AOC). Der Wein wird auf zwölf Domänen gekeltert. Die Lagen sind in Richtung Süden ausgerichtet. Es wird sowohl Weißwein (Anteil etwa 80 Prozent), Rotwein (Anteil etwa 15 Prozent) und Roséwein (Anteil etwa fünf Prozent) erzeugt.
Rot-/Roséwein: Der Rotwein sowie der Rosé von Cassis besteht aus den Rebsorten Barbaroux, Carignan, Cinsault, Grenache und Mourvèdre. Daneben ist noch die Sorte Terret Noir zugelassen. Der Anteil der letzten Sorte beträgt höchstens fünf Prozent. Aufgrund des großen Anteils an Mourvèdre sind die Weine kräftig sowie reich an Tanninen.
Weißwein: Der Weißwein von Cassis besteht aus den Rebsorten Clairette Blanche und Marsanne blanche. Seit 2005 muss der Anteil dieser beiden Sorten zusammen mindestens 60 Prozent betragen. Daneben sind noch in geringem Umfang die Sorten Bourboulenc (hier Doucillon genannt), Pascal Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, Terret Blanc und Ugni Blanc zugelassen.
Tourismus
Cassis lebt heute hauptsächlich vom Tourismus, der seit der zweiten Hälfte des 20. Jahrhunderts allmählich an die Stelle von Industrie und Gewerbe getreten ist. Es gibt gut ein Dutzend Hotels, davon nur wenige größere, die sich alle relativ diskret in das Ortsbild einfügen. Fünf Bed and Breakfast und zahlreiche Ferienwohnungen bieten ebenfalls Unterkunft. Rund 3 km vom Ort entfernt liegt eine Jugendherberge. Außerdem gibt es einen Campingplatz Les Cigales im Norden nahe der Straße D559.
Cassis verfügt über ein Museum (Musée municipal méditerranéen d’art et traditions populaires), eine Spielbank (casino) und zahlreiche Kunstgalerien.
Von Cassis aus fahren in den Frühjahrs- bis Herbstmonaten mehrmals stündlich Boote zu Besichtigungsfahrten in die Calanques aus. Am häufigsten besucht werden die drei am nächsten gelegenen Calanques von Port-Miou, Port-Pin und En-Vau. Eine Calanque ist ein vom Meer überschwemmtes steiles Flusstal. Cassis ist aber auch berühmt für Tauchferien, da das Wasser in den Calanques sehr klar ist. Es gibt zwei öffentliche überwachte Strände, den Sandstrand Plage de la Grande Mer und den Kiesstrand Plage du Bestouan; ferner kann in drei weiteren nicht überwachten Buchten oder auf den Klippen gebadet werden.
Im Herbst und Frühjahr sind die Wanderwege rund um die Calanques zugänglich. Der Zugang zu den Calanques ist vom 1. Juni bis zum 30. September wegen Waldbrandgefahr reglementiert. Die Brandgefahr ist abhängig von der Temperatur, den Niederschlägen, der Windstärke, der Feuchtigkeit der Vegetation und der Sonneneinstrahlung und wird von der Präfektur auf der Grundlage der Wettervorhersagen festgelegt. Aktuelle Beschränkungen werden im Internet veröffentlicht. Der Zugang, der Verkehr und das Parken von Fahrzeugen außer auf den für den öffentlichen Verkehr geöffneten Straßen sind das ganze Jahr über verboten. Stets geöffnet ist der Lehrpfad Sentier du Petit Prince auf der Halbinsel gegen Port-Miou, der zur Erinnerung an Antoine de Saint-Exupéry angelegt wurde. Der Schriftsteller und Pilot wurde 1944 über dem offenen Meer zwischen Cassis und Marseille abgeschossen. Das Flugzeugwrack wurde im Jahr 2000 in der Nähe der Île de Riou geortet und im Herbst 2003 geborgen.
(Wikipedia)
Ville: Antibes
Réseau: Envibus
Exploitant: Keolis Sophia Antipolis
Numéro de parc: 328
Ligne: 12 Gare Routière Sophia Antipolis - Pôle d’échanges Antibes
Exploitant : Transdev Boucle des Lys
Réseau : IDF Mobilités – Saint Germain Boucles de Seine
Ligne : 21
Lieu : Gare de Marly-le-Roi – Bèque (Marly-le-Roi, F-78)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/29312
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