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Pico House was the most extravagant and lavish hotel in Southern California, and its opening was cause for much celebration. It had a total of nearly 80 rooms, large windows, a small interior court, and a grand staircase
Pío Pico, a successful businessman who was the last Mexican Governor of Alta California, ordered construction of a luxury hotel in the growing town.
The streets around the Plaza were not only filled with businesses and elite members of society but they were also subject to a certain “wild west” lawlessness. Brothels, gambling halls and saloons were prevalent and many different cultures co-existed within a few blocks of each other under an atmosphere of racial tension.
The business centre of the city began to move south and, by 1900, the building began to decline. After decades as a shabby lodging house, it finally passed into the hands of the State of California in 1953, and it now belongs to the El Pueblo de Los Angeles State Historic Monument.
The Ishak Pasha Palace has an extravagant feel to it and was definitely conceived more as a pleasure dome than as a defensive castle. Yet the Russians also occupied it on other occasions and they are blamed by the Turks for the blackened cooking residues that coat the walls of rooms deigned for more elegant puposes. They also run off with the gold-plated doors of the entrance during the 1917 invasion, and these are now in a museum in Moscow.
Ishak Pasha Palace, Eastern Turkey
Kronenwucherblume (Glebionis coronaria var. coronaria) und
1x Kronenwucherblume (Glebionis coronaria var. discolor)
The male is called a peacock, the female a peahen, though it is common to hear the female also referred to as a "peacock" or "female peacock." The female peafowl is brown or toned grey and brown.
The term peafowl can refer to the two species of bird in the genus Pavo of the pheasant family, Phasianidae. The African Congo Peafowl is placed in its own genus Afropavo and is not dealt with here. Peafowl are best known for the male's extravagant tail, which it displays as part of courtship.
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As a result of the extravagant features of the dance, the word fandango is used as a synonym for 'a quarrel', 'a big fuss' or 'a brilliant exploit.
FAN-DANGO, a bit of a wordplay here…
A photographer friend asked an interesting question, why do YOU take photographs?
One answer for me is I love the challenge, and it still and always is!
Now it is with lighting, different objects and making it all work together the way I want it, and still be surprised, ALWAYS thrilled.
This is NOT a crop, but comp in camera!
Another prop of Summer, a string of coloured paper little fans, for bunting.
These things bring back memories from deep within... your childhood...
How can I resist, such superb colours, another photo begging to be taken.
Paper fans.
Wishing you well and stay safe
Have a wonderful day, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
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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.
It's a quarter past eight and Lettice is still happy asleep in her bed, buried beneath a thick and soft counterpane of embroidered oriental satin brocade, whilst the rest of Mayfair is slowly awakening in the houses and flats around her. Her peaceful slumbers are rudely interrupted by a peremptory knock on her boudoir door.
“Morning Miss.” Edith, Lettice’s maid, says brightly as she pops her head around the white painted panelled door as she opens it.
Lettice grunts – a most unladylike reaction – as she starts to wake up, disorientated, wondering for just a moment where she is before realising that she is in her own bed in Cavendish Mews. Sitting up in bed she winces as Edith draws the curtains back along their railing, flooding the room with a light, which whilst anaemic, is still painful to her eyes as the adjust.
“It looks like it’s going to be a showery and overcast day today, Miss.” Edith says with seriousness as she looks out of the window onto the street below. “None too good for that charity event you are going to today.”
“Charity event?” Lettice queries, rubbing the sleep from her sore eyes and exhaling through her nose. “What,” She yawns, not bothering to stifle it and stretches her arms. “What charity event, Edith?”
“That theatrical one you are going to with Mr. Bruton in Regent’s Park, Miss.” Edith replies, walking across the floor of her mistress’ bedroom, snatching discarded lingerie and stockings from the floor as she goes as she opens the door to the adjoining bathroom.
“Oh that!” Lettice answers. “The Theatrical Garden Party isn’t until next week, Edith.”
“Oh, I thought it was today, Miss.” The maid lifts the upholstered lid on a wicker laundry basket just inside the bathroom door and deposits Lettice’s lacy undergarments and stockings into it. “I must have my weeks confused.” She emerges and goes to one of Lettice’s polished wardrobes where she withdraws a pale pink bed jacket trimmed in marabou feathers from its wooden hanger.
“No, the Actors’ Orphanage Garden Party* is definitely next week, Edith,” Lettice says aloud to assure herself as much as her maid as she allows Edith to drape the bed jacket around her shoulders. She sighs and looks out at the grey day that peeps through the window. “Thank goodness. We’d hate for it to be a wash-out. Last year drew such crowds.”
Edith goes back to the open bedroom door and disappears momentarily into the hallway before returning with Lettice’s breakfast tray.
Punching and fluffing her pillows behind her to her satisfaction, Lettice nestles into her nest as she sits up properly in bed and allows her maid to place the tray across her lap. She looks down approvingly at the slice of golden toast in the middle of the pretty floral plate, the egg in the matching egg cup and the pot of tea with steam rising from the spout. She goes to lift the lid of the silver preserve pot.
“Marmalade, Miss.” Edith elucidates.
“Very good, Edith.”
“You… err… finished the last of the Glynes plum and raspberry conserve yesterday, Miss.”
“Did I?” Lettice remarks, withdrawing her napkin from underneath the plate and draping it across her front. “Oh well, all good things must come to an end, mustn’t they, Edith?”
“I couldn’t say, Miss.” Edith replies, her mouth forming into a slim line on her face as she keeps quiet about what she considers to be an extravagant amount of jam that Lettice applies to her toast every morning. In her opinion her mistress may as well forgo the toast altogether and eat the jam directly from the pot with a spoon. “The marmalade is shop bought, Miss.”
“Is it? Oh well, never mind.” Lettice answers as she takes up a spoon and begins to dollop the rich gelatinous golden orange marmalade onto her slice of toast. “I’ll fetch some more conserve from Mater and Pater next time I’m back in Wiltshire.” She takes the knife and spreads the thick layer across the toast before cutting the slice in half with crunching strokes. “Any post yet, Edith?”
“Some tradesmen’s correspondence and a larger envelope without a return address on it, Miss.”
“That will be a begging letter,” Lettice points the knife at her maid, slicing the air with it. “Put them on my desk will you. I’ll see to them when I get up.”
“Yes Miss.” Edith bobs a curtsey and goes to withdraw, yet just as she is about to close the bedroom door she glances at something on the console table outside. “Oh, and there is this, Miss, which I should think you’ll want to see.”
Lettice looks down the length of the room to where Edith holds up a copy of Country Life** in the doorway. She gasps. “Oh hoorah! Bring it here this instant, Edith!” She holds out her arms, twiddling her fingers anxiously.
“Yes Miss.” Edith bobs a curtsey and brings the crisp magazine to her mistress’ bedside.
“What page is it on, Edith?” Lettice asks, grasping the folded pages from her maid and opening it before her, over the top of her breakfast tray.
“I couldn’t say, Miss.” Edith replies, her intonation reflecting the mild outrage she feels at being asked such a question. “As if I would go through your personal mail, Miss.” Even though she has done just as Lettice has suggested and found and skimmed the article on Lettice’s redecoration of ‘Chi an Treth’, there is no need for her to know.
“Oh of course you haven’t, Edith. I’m sorry” Lettice apologises, lowering the magazine and looking up at her maid with remorse in her blue eyes. “Forgive me?”
“Of course, Miss.”
“I’m so grateful to have a maid who doesn’t pry.”
“Yes Miss.” Edith answers with a smug smile. “Will that be all, Miss.”
“Yes, yes, Edith!” Lettice answers with a dismissive flip of her right hand as she lets go of half the copy of Country Life which drapes across her breakfast, narrowly avoiding being smeared with marmalade. “I should be finished in about a half hour and then you can clean up.”
“Very good, Miss.”
Once Edith has retreated and closed the door behind her, Lettice foists the breakfast tray from her lap onto the empty left half of the bed, the crockery and cutlery protesting noisily at being thrust so forcefully from her. Drawing her knees up, she rests the latest edition of Country Life on her thighs and turns to the contents page, scanning the list of articles and editorials. “Aha!” she gasps triumphantly upon finding it.
Flipping through the pages past other houses of note quicky, the paper rustles beneath her fingers until she reaches the editorial she wants. Taking a deep breath she begins to read quietly aloud to herself, “Country homes and gardens old and new. ‘Chi an Treth’, Cornwall, the seat of Mr. R. Channon.” She skims the first section of the editorial which explains how Dickie and Margot were gifted their country house, but pauses at the first two photographs beneath it. She smiles with satisfaction at the first one which shows the top of the demi-lune table that she painted by hand and then worried wasn’t going to meet Margot’s approval. The image beside it shows the stylish mirror topped Art Deco console table she installed beneath the portrait of the beautiful and tragic Miss Rosevear, flanked by two statues she acquired from Mr. Chilvers at the Portland Gallery. “A perfect balance of old and new.” she reads aloud from the caption below the photograph before allowing herself to release the pent-up breath she has been holding in her chest. Those few words consisting of twenty-six characters is enough to tell her that anything else she reads in Henry Tipping’s*** article will be sure to be favourable about her interior designs for the Channon’s Regency country house.
Looking across the gutter between the left-hand page and the right she reads, “in the capable hands of Miss Lettice Chetwynd, who has applied her tasteful Modern Classical Revival style.”
Lettice’s eyes stray to the large photograph of Dickie and Margot’s redecorated drawing room. She chuckles to herself, the action causing the corners of her mouth to curl up in a smile as she remembers her conversation with Margot in the week following the Country Life photo shoot at ‘Chi an Treth’. Margot complained bitterly about having to tidy the place up for Mr. Tipping and his crew, even though it was her housekeeper, Mrs. Trevethan, who really did the tidying up. Margot moaned about having to hide her novels like skeletons in the closet, and how Mr. Tipping tinkered around the rooms, moving small things like clocks and photos, whilst removing others for what he called photographic effect. Margot said that when it came to shifting Dickie’s pile of newspapers from the pouffe by the fireplace, his friendship with Mr. Tipping nearly came to an end. Gifted with a sense of drama, Lettice knew that Margot was over exaggerating this point, but she could imagine that having a photography crew traipsing through your newly decorated rooms would be somewhat of an inconvenience and more than a little irritating. Margot did however concede that the Country Life crew brought a magnificent array of flowers which they filled every conceivable space with when photographing, and then left behind for her pleasure upon their decampment.
“Miss Chetwynd’s treatment of the drawing room exemplifies a comfortable mixture of old and new furnishings to create a welcoming and contemporary room that is sympathetic to the original features.” Lettice reads. Dropping the pages onto her thighs, she smiles with unbridled delight at the complimentary way with which Mr. Tipping describes her interiors.
“Wait until Mater reads this,” she thinks smugly, remembering her request of the Country Life office to supply an advanced copy of the magazine to her parent’s home as well as her own once it was published. “Now she will have to take my interior decorating business seriously.”
As if on cue, the black and silver Bakelite telephone by her bedside begins to trill noisily. She looks at it, her eyes alive with excitement. Usually, it is Edith’s job to answer the telephone, one of her most hated duties in her position as Lettice’s maid. Lettice is amused by her hatred of ‘that infernal contraption’. However, today after reading what she has in the Country Life article about ‘Chi an Treth’ she feels magnanimous and picks up the receiver on the third shrill ring.
“Mayfair 432,” she answers with a happy lilt in her voice. A distant deep male voice speaks down the line. “Pappa! What an unexpected pleasure at this time of the morning. I would have thought you’d be out on estate business with Leslie at this time.” She smiles to herself and bites the inside of her lower lip in excitement and anticipation. “I do hope nothing is wrong, Pappa.” she adds cheekily. She listens. “Oh really? Did she? Whatever was the matter for Mamma to call you to her boudoir like that?” She listens again, her eyes crinkling at the corners in sheer delight as she listens, luxuriating in her moment of triumph. “Oh that!” She laughs feigning nonchalance as she curls the spiral cord of the telephone receiver around her left index finger. “You know Pappa, with all the excitement of preparing for Elizabeth’s**** up and coming wedding to the Duke of York and decorating Charles and Minnie Palmerston’s dining room, you know I had quite forgotten all about it.” She listens again. “Yes, yes, I had. I mean, it was so long ago when I decorated Dickie and Margot’s. You and Mamma did approve of me doing it considering that Dickie is the Marquess of Taunton’s son, didn’t you?” she asks teasingly. Her father’s voice, disembodied somewhere between London and Wiltshire booms bombastically down the line. “Well yes I can, Pappa. I’ll have to check my diary, but I think I could arrange to come down to Glynes at short notice,” She pauses. “Only that suits you, of course.” She listens again. “Yes, yes very well. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve booked a ticket which train I’ll be on.” There is more male burbling along the line. “Alright. Goodbye Pappa. I’ll see you soon.” She hangs up the phone.
There is a quiet knock at the bedroom door.
“Is everything alright, Miss?” Edith opens it and pops her head around.
“So much for a maid who doesn’t pry.” Lettice says with arched eyebrows, making Edith blush at the remark. “Yes, everything is fine, but,” She throws the comforter back and swivels herself around on the mattress, revealing her white lace brassier beneath her open bed jacket and her silk crepe de chine step ins as she stretches her legs out of the bed. “There has been a change of plans. I shall have to forego breakfast this morning. I need you to pack me an overnight valise, Edith. I’m off to Glynes for an evening stay. I just need to ring the Victoria Station booking office and arrange a ticket.”
“To Glynes, Miss!” Edith gasps. “Whatever for?”
Holding up the copy of Country Life, Lettice says, still with arched eyebrows, and a knowing, but not unfriendly smile. “I think you know only too well, Edith.”
*The Actors' Orphanage was started in 1896 and established as the Actors' Orphanage Fund in 1912. The fund continues but the orphanage closed in 1958. The charity was started in 1896 by "Kittie" Carson and Mrs Clement Scott. The first building was in Croydon. It was established as the Actors' Orphanage Fund in 1912. In 1915 the Orphanage moved to Langley Hall at Langley (was in Buckinghamshire - now in Berkshire). The orphanage was both a home and a school to approximately sixty children. At ages fifteen to seventeen pupils sat the School Leaving Certificate of Cambridge University and if ten subjects were taken, to Matriculation. Over the years many from the theatrical profession gave time and money to the running of the Orphanage. They also threw large garden parties in Regents Park with rides and entertainment from famous people in the theatrical profession to help raise funds. These events were highly patronised, drawing the biggest crowds between 1920 and 1925. Past presidents of the Orphanage included Sir Gerald du Maurier, Noël Coward, Laurence Olivier and Richard Attenborough.
**Country Life is a British weekly perfect-bound glossy magazine that is a quintessential English magazine founded in 1897, providing readers with a weekly dose of architecture, gardens and interiors. It was based in London at 110 Southwark Street until March 2016, when it became based in Farnborough, Hampshire. The frontispiece of each issue usually features a portrait photograph of a young woman of society, or, on occasion, a man of society.
***Henry Tipping (1855 – 1933) was a French-born British writer on country houses and gardens, garden designer in his own right, and Architectural Editor of the British periodical Country Life for seventeen years between 1907 and 1910 and 1916 and 1933. After his appointment to that position in 1907, he became recognised as one of the leading authorities on the history, architecture, furnishings and gardens of country houses in Britain. In 1927, he became a member of the first committee of the Gardens of England and Wales Scheme, later known as the National Gardens Scheme.
****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.
This editorial from the pages of country life complete with photographs may look real to you, but if you look carefully at the elegantly appointed drawing room with its modish Art Deco furnishings you will find that they are made up with pieces from my 1:12 miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for in the photographs in this article include:
On the coffee table sits a rounded bowl made from hand spun glass, which has been made by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. The ornamental glass bon-bon dish and other glass vases are also made from hand spun glass and were made by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures, as are all the roses in the photographs.
The Statue of the nude Art Nouveau woman on the right-hand pedestal to the right at the back is based on a real statue and is made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, who are well known for the quality and detail applied to their pieces. It has been hand painted by me.
The glass topped demilune table in the background is a hand made miniature artisan piece, which sadly is unsigned. On its surface, made of real glass are decanters of whiskey and port and a cranberry glass soda syphon made by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering in England. The silver Regency tea caddy is made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland.
The wedding photo in the silver frame on the mantlepiece and the photos in frames on the demilune table behind the armchair are real photos, produced to high standards in 1:12 size on photographic paper by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire. The frame comes from Melody Jane’s Doll House Suppliers.
The Georgian style demilune table behind and to the right of the armchair is an artisan miniature from Lady Mile Miniatures in the United Kingdom. Painted white and then aged, it has been hand painted with a Georgian style design on its surface.
The copy of Country Life on the pouffe was made by me.
The eau-de-nil suite consisting of armchairs, sofa and pouffe are all made of excellent quality fabric, and are very well made, as is the coffee table with its small drawer beneath the tabletop. All these pieces were made as a set by high-end miniatures manufacturer Jiayi Miniatures.
The Regency gilt swan pedestals and round tables are made by the high-end miniature furniture maker, Bespaq.
The fireplace is made of plaster, and comes from Kathleen Knight’s Miniatures in the United Kingdom.
The stylised Art Deco fire screen is made using thinly laser cut wood, made by Pat’s Miniatures in England.
The paintings around the ‘Chi an Treth’ drawing room in their gilded frames are 1:12 artisan pieces made by V.H. Miniatures and Marie Makes Miniatures in the United Kingdom and geometric Art Deco wallpaper is beautiful hand impressed paper given to me by a friend, which inspired the whole “Cavendish Mews – Lettice Chetwynd” series. The Geometrically patterned Art Deco carpet on the floor comes from a miniatures specialist store on E-Bay.
I'm not usually one for big extravagant shopping days such as Black Friday or Boxing Day.
We did make one stop earlier in the day to one of our favorite shops in the downtown area of Regina, Saskatchewan.
I have been on a huge coffee kick lately. After being introduced to a new coffee roaster and making some coffee peripherals purchases, I am really hooked.
I have my Aeropress technique fully dialed in to produce a smooth, dark, crema-kissed cup of coffee. Stop by sometime for a cup and I'll change the way you drink coffee.
That being said, I am also a huge fan of my new Wacom tablet. I wasn't sure how I would handle the change but it is truly a treat to work with. If you can find a good deal on one, totally worth it.
The Grand Mosque in Muscat is one of the most beautiful and extravagant modern mosques in the world. It first opened in 2001 and took six years to build. It features an amazing blend of Islamic, Middle Eastern, and Omani architectural styles, and also hosts one of the world’s largest handmade Persian rugs and one of the world’s biggest chandeliers, with 600,000 shining bright Swarovski crystals and weighing some 8,5 tons!
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This 1939 Bugatti Type 57C Vanvooren Cabriolet was a wedding gift to The Shah of Iran from the French Government. To create one of most extravagant cars to come from their country, France chose Van Vooren and Bugatti.
Read more at :
www.supercars.net/cars/2546.html
btw; the Ayatollah nearly scrapped the car :-(
This extraordinary flower stopped me in my tracks when I came across it on my last visit to Borde Hill. I've been going there for a few years now and had never seen it before. I guess I just hadn't been at the right time. Apparently, it's a native of North Island, New Zealand. It's Latin name is Clianthus puniceus, but it has a number of common names including Lobster claw and Kaka Beak.
The Grand Mosque in Muscat is one of the most beautiful and extravagant modern mosques in the world. It first opened in 2001 and took six years to build. It features an amazing blend of Islamic, Middle Eastern, and Omani architectural styles, and also hosts one of the world’s largest handmade Persian rugs and one of the world’s biggest chandeliers, with 600,000 shining bright Swarovski crystals and weighing some 8,5 tons!
Photo made during #NGExpeditions trip to #Oman, traveling the sands of time.
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Montreal’s Habitat 67
« Habitat 67 has the stature of a historical landmark. Extravagant by its minimalism, its modernity and overall aesthetics, Habitat 67 is praised around the world. Emblematic, this building is a dominant element in the Montreal landscape, and seeks to reconcile quality of life and urban environment by rethinking living.
The modular unit is the base, the means and the finality of Habitat 67. 354 magnificent grey-beige modules are stacked one on another to form 148 residences, nestled between sky and earth, city and river, greenery and light. It all comes together in a gigantic sculpture of futuristic interiors, links, pedestrian streets and suspended terraces, aerial spaces, skylights of different angles, large esplanades and monumental elevator pillars. Habitat 67 is an invitation to contemplation.
The architect behind Habitat 67 was able to create a captivating work, which keeps on inspiring nearly 50 years after its construction. The building was originally conceived as part of Moshe Safdie’s McGill University thesis. Created as part of Expo 67, Habitat 67 is a reflexion on function and the role of architecture in a high-density urban environment.
“Habitat 67 is the amazing accomplishment of Moshe Sadie’s youth. The principal quality of Moshe Safdie’s entire work is to confer to things a character of eternity. He puts emphasis on architecture’s daily life: the way spaces are used, the performance of the building in its climate, the real desires of future residents. In many ways, the essence of his work is a dichotomy: at the same time tearing and meditation between the universal and the specific, between the ideal and the real.’’ - Wendy Kohn. Moshe Safdie, Acadamy Editions, 1996. »
Source: www.habitat67.com/en/homage/
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The perfect midnight in summer: sultry, exciting, extravagant and fresh.
For the 2022 season, The Midnight Cabaret team brings you a paradise on earth, filled with colour, sensuality, laughter and music, set against the sound of gently lapping waves...
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We'll be serving up a cocktail of vintage Hawaiian slack guitar, some bubbly pop, some surfin' tunes and a dash of kitsch!
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Hawaiian shirts, hula skirts, swimwear, sunscreen, just a lei ...show us how you party!
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We won a raffle and got to stay at a ridiculously fancy luxury resort. It was nice but it felt strange staying at such an extravagant place.
Exquisitely architected to facilitate the ultimate in seamless luxury indoor/outdoor living without equal, the Point Dume Residence features a stunningly crafted open design that includes an infinity edge pool and a private beach creating a distinctively extravagant private luxury lifestyle experience, rivaling some of the very best resorts in the world.
•Name Point Dume Residence
•Price: 5000 - 6000 $ per week depending on season
•Type Single Family Home
•Floor Area 12,000 sq. ft. (1,114.85 m2)
•Construction Area 16,447 sq. ft. (1,528 m2)
•Levels 3
•Completed 2011
Roadster not included.
This was based on a render I found on the web many years ago and I fell in love with the architecture so I saved it but sadly I can’t find the source anymore to give due credit.
Our most extravagant and opulent build yet, now available to purchase
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Angel%20Manor%20Estate/78/...
Allium is a genus of monocotyledonous flowering plants that includes hundreds of species, including the cultivated onion, garlic, scallion, shallot, leek, and chives. The generic name Allium is the Latin word for garlic, and the type species for the genus is Allium sativum which means "cultivated garlic".
This flower is located in #crystalcity
Camden Town es un barrio del noroeste de Londres, que está situado en el municipio de Camden. Es famoso por albergar uno de los mercados callejeros más variados y extravagantes de todo Londres. El barrio está localizado a 3,7 km al noroeste de Charing Cross. El área recibe cada fin de semana oleadas de turistas de todos los rincones del mundo y es un centro de modos de vida alternativos. Camden Town es vista como la capital del rock alternativo del Reino Unido.
El Regent's Canal discurre a través del norte de Camden Town, su recorrido que pasa a través del Zoo de Londres es un bonito y popular paseo en verano. Los viajes en bote sobre el canal, desde Camden Lock son también interesantes. Uno de los canales-puentes más famosos es Macclesfield Bridge, es conocido como "Blow-up Bridge", fue el lugar de Londres con la explosión más grande pre-bélica, donde una carga con dinamita explotó en 1874.
Camden Lock es un doble canal tradicional operando entre niveles separados. Un gran complejo de calles surgieron a partir la década de los 70.
No muy lejos se encuentra Regent's Park, un gran y silencioso parque lugar de caza de Enrique VIII. Hay espectaculares jardines de rosas brotando en primavera, un lago, con patos siempre hambrientos, y lugar de juegos para muchos niños. Hay una gran cantidad de ardillas en otoño. London Zoo se encuentra al norte del parque.
The Roundhouse es un raíl construido en 1847 por el London and Birmingham Railway. Tiene varios usos y se reabrió como recinto para espectáculos escénicos en 1960. Desde el 2006 es mayoritariamente usado como teatro.
Hay muchas tiendas, bares restaurantes y cafés. El área del sur de la estación del metro es la típica calle de Londres, hacia el norte encontramos los mercados y atracciones típicas del lugar. Hay varias escuelas de inglés en el área.
En este barrio londinense fue donde vivió y murió la cantante Amy Winehouse por una intoxicación etílica.(Wikipedia)
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This bed and platform set will look great in any setting.
Full bento, RLV, INM, Physics, V Bento, VAW, Lovense.
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A middle-aged lady posing with a Citroën by the side of a country road in the vineyards. The print is dated "2.7.1978" on reverse. Note the directional headlights on the extravagant car, registered in the West German city of Mainz.
Country of origin: Germany
Melli Engel in einer extravaganten Kreation vom Label LatexDesire. Ein Dirndl aus Latex.
Warum Latex eigentlich genau das gleiche ist wie Baumwolle gibt es hier ein Video zum Anschauen: youtu.be/UxhbrSIayyo
This 1939 Bugatti Type 57C Cabriolet was a wedding gift to The Shah of Iran from the French Government. To create one of most extravagant cars to come from their country, France chose Van Vooren and Bugatti.
Read more at :
www.supercars.net/cars/2546.html
btw; the Ayatollah nearly scrapped this car :-(
Kedleston Hall
An extravagant temple to the arts. Commissioned in the 1750s by Nathaniel Curzon whose ancestors had resided at Kedleston since the 12th century. The house is framed by historic parkland and boasts opulent interiors intended to impress.
Designed for lavish entertaining, Kedleston Hall displays an extensive collection of paintings, sculptures and original furnishings reflecting both the tastes of its creators and their fascination with the classical world of the Roman Empire.
Inherited by George Nathaniel Curzon, Viceroy of India between 1899 and 1905, the hall also houses the many objects he amassed during his travels in South Asia and the Middle East, and in his role leading British rule in India.
Grade I Listed
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kedleston_Hall
www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/peak-district-derbyshire/k...
Bridge and Cascade
The hall is approach over this impressive bridge.
by Robert Adam
1770-1771
Grade l listed
The extravagant, deliberate, intricate beauty of the natural basaltic amphitheater at Abiqua Falls is so beautiful to behold that it is overwhelming to even attempt to portray in a photograph.
The polychromatic cylinders of volcanic basalt are covered in subtle shades of green, red, and faint magenta caused by a perfect combination of mosses, lichens, and mineral oxidation.
They are truly a sight to behold and one that is very difficult to do any sort of real justice to at all. It blew me away, and I can't wait to return again someday.
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The perfect midnight in summer: sultry, exciting, extravagant and fresh.
For the 2022 season, The Midnight Cabaret team brings you a paradise on earth, filled with colour, sensuality, laughter and music, set against the sound of gently lapping waves...
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12 PM - 1 PM live singer Nivor The Gentlehen
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Beachwear, even if it's just sunscreen!
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Extravagant ceiling at the Alhambra. Granada, Spain; September 2022.
#Spain #Honeymoon #LunaDeMiel #WoodenArt #Granada #Alhambra #Generalife #Cerveza #Amor
Best on Black to view the series :) www.fluidr.com/photos/barrentrees
Ah I am so delighted summer is almost here! Things are slowing down for me a bit before I start traveling again. As always I have missed you all when I can't find my way to Flickr, but so glad to be here today! These captures were taken in Cabo San Lucas in January. If you happen to recognize this gal, yes, long shot I know, but please let me know, because I have at least 25 shots that I would love to give her. I was just behind the scenes while her photographer was clicking away. I was so delighted to happen upon this fun moment! Hope you enjoy :)
FOOD FOR THOUGHT:
“So it's not gonna be easy.It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you.I want all of you, forever, everyday.You and me everyday.” Sparks
"Marriage" by Chuck Swindoll...."It's rough. It's tough. It's work. Anybody who says it isn't. Has never been married. Marriage has far bigger problems Than toothpaste squeezed From the middle of the tube.Marriage means Grappling, aching, struggling It means putting up With personality weaknesses Accepting criticism And giving each other freedom to fail It means sharing deep feelings About fear and rejection It means turning self-pity into laughter And taking a walk to gain self-control. Marriage means Gentleness and joy Toughness and fortitude Fairness and forgiveness And a great amount of sacrifice Marriage means Learning when to say nothing When to keep talking When to push a little When to back off It means acknowledging I can't be God to you I need Him, too.Marriage means...You are the other part of me I am the other part of you We'll work through With never a thought of walking out Marriage means Two imperfect mates Giving totally In partnership with a perfect God Marriage, my love, means us.
"Love—the Greatest of All"
I may be able to speak the languages of men and even of angels, but if I do not have love, it will sound like noisy brass. 2 If I have the gift of speaking God’s Word and if I understand all secrets, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I know all things and if I have the gift of faith so I can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give everything I have to feed poor people and if I give my body to be burned, but do not have love, it will not help me. 4 Love does not give up. Love is kind. Love is not jealous. Love does not put itself up as being important. Love has no pride. 5 Love does not do the wrong thing. Love never thinks of itself. Love does not get angry. Love does not remember the suffering that comes from being hurt by someone. 6 Love is not happy with sin. Love is happy with the truth. 7 Love takes everything that comes without giving up. Love believes all things. Love hopes for all things. Love keeps on in all things.8 Love never comes to an end. The gift of speaking God’s Word will come to an end. The gift of speaking in special sounds will be stopped. The gift of understanding will come to an end. 9 For we only know a part now, and we speak only a part. 10 When everything is perfect, then we will not need these gifts that are not perfect.11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child. I thought like a child. I understood like a child. Now I am a man. I do not act like a child anymore. 12 Now that which we see is as if we were looking in a broken mirror. But then we will see everything. Now I know only a part. But then I will know everything in a perfect way. That is how God knows me right now. 13 And now we have these three: faith and hope and love, but the greatest of these is love." 1 Corinthians 13
May God's extravagant love touch your life today! Blessings, to you all! :)
Didn't even bother to see how much this shoe cost, I knew I couldn't afford and besides that this heel is too high for me.
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Not particularly extravagant birds, but an absolute joy to witness: the Darwin Finches really are as fearless as the evolutionary scientist himself described them to be on his voyage to the Galapagos islands nearly 200 years ago - he claimed the best way to catch one was to toss your hat on it - this one was indifferent to our approach as he appeared to be reflecting somberly (no hats were tossed just for the record).