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The Time Riders: Part 16 To further the science. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. There was a knock at the door and Valentina came in, pushing a silver cart in front of herself. "Thought it might be time for refreshments," she chirped, her cheerful brown eyes not at all fazed by the scene in front of her. She looked at Becky. "I figured you might find some electrolytes handy, so I have green smoothies, strawberry-banana smoothies, coconut water, and OJ. That should fit the bill, right?" "Thank you so much, Val," Becky said, not at all bothered by being naked in front of this girl. Clearly it wasn't out of the ordinary, so she didn't care. Not to mention she'd referred to Mike and Karen as 'Master' and 'Mistress', so there was more to her employment than met the eye. Nanu was staring at Val's outfit again, making Val giggle. She left the cart and approached the tiny Egyptian girl now, smiling. "Watch this, Nanu," she said before pulling her arms into her chest and doing on spin, her short skirt flaring out and twirling around her, revealing her tiny black panties. Nanu clapped excitedly, her eyes wide with delight. "Great, now she'll want to own one of those outfits," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for the fib I'm about to tell about you, Val." She looked at Nanu. "It's a pretty outfit, yes, but it's a slave's outfit, darling." The Egyptian girl blinked. "She is a slave?" "Can't you see the collar she's wearing?" Becky pointed out, indicating Val's black lace choker, with the glittering white stone on the front. "She; is a slave to the gods?" Nanu murmured, lapsing into thought about that before looking back at Becky. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad, does it? We should become their slaves." Karen broke down giggling, hiding her face in her husband's massive arm and kicking her feet cutely. Mike just smirked while Becky sighed and rolled her eyes. Valentina had no idea what had just been said, but based on her employers' reactions, whatever it was hadn't panned out as Becky intended. She decided to make herself scarce. "scuse me, servant stuff to do," she chimed, doing a curtsy before leaving and closing the door behind her. Nanu sat up, straddling Mike's waist and trying to figure out why the goddess was laughing. "Really?" Becky groused, giving Nanu a sour look. "I rescue you from slavery, and you decide to volunteer for it because it's these two?" "Do you blame me?" Nanu said with a shrug. "As long as I get fed and fucked, this seems like a good life with pretty clothing." "You do not need to be a slave for us to do that with you, Nanu," Karen pointed out, caressing her arm. "Well, nobody's fucked me yet," Nanu announced, trying to pout rather unsuccessfully. "What good is being a free woman if it doesn't get me cock when I need it?" "I see food and sex are her two primary drivers," Mike mused. "And possibly revenge," Becky added, watching as Nanu reached behind herself and took hold of the currently soft cock and began massaging it. "If you see her whispering into her palm, shit's about to get real. Honey, that might not be a good idea." "They said I don't need to be a slave to fuck them," Nanu replied, still stroking and now fingering herself, as if to get ready. "I want to be fucked." "Let the chips fall where they may, I guess," Becky said, sitting up and moving around the bed to join Karen. Soon, they were in a sapphic tangle, limbs wrapped around one another and kissing deeply. Nanu watched while she stroked the god's cock, slowly bringing him to life. Karen was on top of Becky now, sitting up and straddling with their legs scissored and their wet pussies kissing. She began to squirm her hips, and Becky did the same, groaning in pleasure. "Hmm, missed this too," she murmured. "As did I," Karen sighed, pulling Becky's leg up so that it was braced against her with her toes in the air. They slowly slithered together, nether lips mingling, clits brushing against one another. They were both wet enough that they could hear their lovemaking. The god was hard now, and Nanu was determined to do this right. She moved backward and pushed up as tall as she could on her knees, her cunt directly over the huge cockhead. She pressed against it and moved around, making sure she was good and wet. She felt the tip just push her lips apart slightly, and inched her way down. She bit her lower lip as the pressure increased, feeling a very slow penetration. She gasped and shuddered as the head went inside, stretching her in a way she hadn't felt before, except with a fist. There was an audible, wet and almost gristly 'pop' noise, followed by another from somewhere inside her hips structure as she sank down and sat very still. Becky and the two professors looked at her somewhat curiously. "Nanu?" Becky asked. "You okay, darling?" The tiny girl didn't respond, still staring off into space, her eyes unseeing. Finally, a single tear was trickling down her cheek. "Oh, well done, Ramrod," Karen said rather sarcastically to her husband, still looking at Nanu. "Even if you didn't break her in half, she's still going to have hip dysplasia." "I didn't make her do it," Mike pointed out. "I hope we have a wheelchair around, though." The Egyptian girl finally opened her eyes, slowly, and took several deep breaths, her palms resting on the god's muscular abdomen. She looked up at the ceiling, puckering her lips and making sucking sounds as she tried to center herself. She trembled as she pushed up on her knees, starting to move, and then shook almost violently as she sank back down. She squeaked and then whimpered, going still. Then she repeated the process, taking it slow. "Well, I'll be damned," Becky mused as she watched, still grinding her cunt against Karen's. "She actually did it and didn't kill herself. She'll be trying to sit on fire hydrants next." Nanu didn't make it more than three strokes up and down before she clapped her and over her mouth and screamed into it, her entire body shaking as she came. Once she'd recovered, she began moving up and down again, a little faster, determined to have at least one more orgasm before she died. She straightened her torso and kept moving up and down, her eyes closed and a shameless moaning escaping her lips. She lasted a little longer this time, but still ended up clamping both hands over her mouth and screeching, almost convulsing before she simply wilted, collapsing forward on to the god beneath her, eyes wide open but unseeing, chest heaving as she tried to breathe. "Determined little thing, isn't she?" Karen mused, looking on, even while she made love to Becky. How she'd missed this feeling with her favorite student. "You'd have to be, to survive what she did pretty much her whole life," the blonde replied with a sigh, undulating beneath her teacher. "She's such a sweetheart, but she surprises me sometimes with a brutal mercenary streak. And her morals are; decidedly different from ours." "Noted," Karen said before leaning down and kissing Becky heatedly, squashing their tits together. They were swallowing one another's tongues, grinding and girl-fucking their way to bliss, until Becky wailed into Karen's mouth, cumming hard. Karen followed moments later, bathing Becky's cunt in her sticky essence. They wrapped themselves up in one another, kissing deeply and just enjoying the shared post-orgasm bliss. It had been too long, and Becky would do her damndest to make sure that didn't happen again. She almost giggled through the kiss as she thought about the fact that she had access to a time machine, if she really needed to see to the issue. She and Karen rolled themselves together into Mike's side, snuggling into him while Nanu seemed quite content to simply remain motionless on top of him. Given that she was almost bolted down to his cock, she might not have had much of a choice in the matter, mind. "You okay there, Prof?" Becky asked, smirking up at him while she caressed her other idol. "Might've been a while since I've been in anyone quite this tight," Mike replied, smiling and pretending to wince, as if being clamped inside Nanu was somehow painful. "Excuse you, sir," Karen chimed, trying to sound indignant, but failing as she giggled. "Am I to understand I am not tight enough for you?" "You're the perfect amount of tightness, Gordon, and you know it," the huge blond man said, reaching over and caressing his wife's ass cheeks. Karen purred contentedly at the contact, snuggling into Becky even more. Becky sighed, because she loved watching the profs together. She'd never seen two people more desperately in love, or more perfect for one another. "So is it just you and Nanu in your little arrangement?" Karen asked, looking down at her student and gently poking her nose. "Well," Becky began before offering a weak smile. "It's complicated?" "Given what a hard time you had earlier, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised," mused the older woman, smiling kindly. "Are you hiding another girl from elsewhere in the world?" "No," Becky said, blushing. "I;” If she couldn't tell these two, who could she tell? "There might be an angle with one of my students," she confessed. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer," Karen said, her smile becoming a smirk. "You and a student? You naughty girl. Not that Michael and I are in any place to judge, of course." "Don't I know it," Becky giggled. "Yeah, there is. Or there will be. I don't know how to explain it." "One of those moments again, clearly," Mike said, his other hand stroking down Nanu's back. She looked positively tiny on top of him, like a kitten gone to sleep. She was stirring and slowly coming back to life. "Don't try too hard, Rebecca." "Yes sir," she said rather reflexively, but she also enjoyed the little tingle she always got from obeying him. "Mark and I, and Nanu, will be a thing by the time summer rolls around." "M-ark?" Nanu mumbled tiredly, almost yawning. Had she fallen asleep? "What about M-ark, Mistress?" "She calls you Mistress, hmm?" Karen observed. "It looks like I'm not the only one with a kitten on my hands." Becky blushed. "She; insists she be allowed. I've tried to break the habit, no dice." She looked at Nanu now. "I was just explaining about waiting until the summer before we will be seeing Mark." "You get to see him all the time at school," Nanu pointed out. "But you say you can't fuck him. I hope they understand, because I sure don't." "Nonlocal measurement," Karen said, listening to the two younger women speak in Latin, although she was talking to her husband. "Low-entropy probability that falls outside the Born System." "And deterministic despite a Dirac constant and equation," Mike said before he chuckled and began sitting Nanu up straight. She shuddered and gasped deeply, seeming to have forgotten that she was speared on him. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at where her cunt was split wide apart by his massive erection. She didn't seem to be able to process anything like that fitting inside her. "Christ," Becky muttered, shaking her head. "I'm supposed to be a physics teacher, and I have no damn clue what you two are talking about." "Ultimately, determinism," Mike replied, letting Nanu try to adjust. "I remember teaching you the concept." "And I remember the lessons," Becky sighed. "Never thought they'd be applied to me personally. I keep forgetting you two are religious." "I think it's pretty much a given that you, my dear, are meant to study quantum crystallography," Karen cooed, stroking the blonde's cheek. "So of course, Michael and I will teach you everything we know, and will help you further on that path. You were, without question, our most gifted student. This is your chance." "What's everyone talking about, Mistress?" Nanu asked, shifting around her hips to make sure they weren't actually fractured. "You're talking in your stupid En-gush." "Nanu, we'll speak Latin so that you're not left out," the goddess said gently, reaching over and stroking the Egyptian girl's thigh. "We were asking Rebecca if she wanted to come and teach with us soon, instead of staying where she is." Nanu considered and then looked at Becky. "Mistress, I think you're very smart, but I'd think you were very stupid if you didn't take this offer. And take M-ark with you, maybe it'll make him less stupid." "I guess that settles it," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I can't refute those points." "This Mark of yours sounds like a real charmer," Karen teased, finally sitting up and then clambering off Becky. She moved aside while her former student sat upright, rotating her neck and stretching her shoulders. "He must be a demon in the sack if you're willing to put up with his apparent lack of intelligence." "He's not stupid, he's just; he doesn't find applying his brain power all that agreeable, except to get himself out of trouble," Becky explained. "As for him being a demon in the sack, he's not bad, but; well, I'd been going through a dry spell when this all happened." "There is no excuse whatsoever for you to be going through a dry spell, young lady," Mike told her, sitting up and still keeping Nanu in his lap. But she squeaked when he turned her around, still nailed to him by his cock, which felt like it was battering her rib cage from below. Her eyes were wide as she just sat and listened. "You're every bit as attractive as you are intelligent, Rebecca, so if you're experiencing a dearth of sex, that's just you being difficult." "It's hard to find partners who measure up," Becky grumped. "Except for Nanu, of course." Nanu sniffed and nodded righteously, happy to be included in whatever the fuck they were all talking about. She was used to being ignored as a slave, she had no intention of being ignored now that she was a free woman. "You'll come to the housewarmings, yes?" Karen asked. "The third and the fourth weekends of this month." "You're having two housewarmings?" Becky asked. "Why two?" "One is the official housewarming, where I take over as head of the Blackwell elder line and its operations," Karen replied. "The one the following weekend is of a more fun and; well, risqué nature. The invite list for that is much more select. You and Nanu simply must come to both." Becky turned her head to look at Nanu. "Did you understand all that, my love?" Nanu thought about it. "Karen is becoming Mistress of this palace and there are two celebrations, one official, and one that is; naughty. She wants us to come to both." She leaned forward toward Becky now, her look an imploring one. "Can we please, Mistress?" "Of course we can!" Becky laughed gaily. "I wouldn't miss this for all the gold on earth!" More joyous laughter, and they all embraced one another, finding partners and beginning the lovemaking again. Another hour later, the Byron Lounge. "I'm really hoping you like this," Becky said as she poured the wine into her host's glasses. Mike and Karen were sitting on a large chesterfield together while Becky and Nanu were in a smaller loveseat across from them. The table the glasses were on was in the center. "You'll probably find it very unique." "It's potent, I can already tell," Karen remarked, watching her student pour. "The nose is quite powerful from here." "Interesting color for a white wine, too," Mike added, noting the distinct amber tint to the liquid. His wife was right, it was strong. It almost stung the olfactory senses and poured like a syrup. Even Madeira wines were lighter than this. The maderizing process must have been unusually acute. Becky handed each of her companions a glass and then sat down next to Nanu. The three women all looked at Mike, expecting him to lead the toast. He nodded and held up his glass. "Dignitas amicorum pie zeses vivas." Karen nodded and repeated the toast, but in English, the only time Nanu ever considered the language divine and lovely. "Worthy among your friends! Drink that you may live. May you live." The bouquet was sharp, certainly, and Mike guessed the alcohol content was well north of fifteen percent. The wine was clearly meant to be sweet, but the robust body was definitive. This wine must have been aged longer than Becky had been alive. Where had she gotten it from? He glanced over at his wife, who had an even more acute nose and sense of taste than he did, and she was examining her glass quietly. Karen was rolling it around inside her mouth quietly, letting it play over her refined palate. Her eyes caught his, and they knew what the other was thinking. Becky and Nanu watched quietly. It was always fascinating to Becky how these two operated. "That's an Aglianico grape, I'm sure of it, even though I have never had one quite like that," Karen mused. "It's been aged in clay," Mike agreed, nodding. "For a long time. The hangovers must be murder." They both looked at Becky, who smiled hopefully. She wanted them to like it, but also hoped they wouldn't ask more questions she couldn't answer. She was doing her best. "Rebecca, I'd like to have Jordan and Tatyana try this, may I call them in?" Mike asked. She nodded and he bipped his smartwatch, asking the former seneschal of Blackwell Manor and its current one to join them. They came in together some minutes later, while Mike and Karen were still discussing the wine. "You rang, my friend?" Jordan asked, while Tatyana nodded her head respectfully. Jordan saw the bottles on the table, noting the amber color. "Is that a Malvazia wine? Very strong, I can feel it tickling my nose from here." "With Rebecca's permission, we would like for you two to try this," Karen suggested, standing and walking over to a small cupboard from which she retrieved two more glasses. "It's quite unlike anything either Michael or I have tried, and I thought we had a very broad palate by this point." Karen poured two small glasses and brought them over to the pair. Jordan, who had been the Blackwell estate sommelier for decades, and Tatyana, its current sommelier, both examined the amber libation curiously. Jordan put the cup to his lips and sipped it. Tatyana did as well, the only reaction from her being her eyes narrowing slightly. "That is very unique, I must say," the older man said finally. "It reminds me a Sangiovese in some ways, but; more primal somehow?" "It is an Italian wine, I think," Tatyana added. "But unlike any I have tried before." "It's what I imagine a Falernian wine would be like, if the genuine article thing still existed," Karen posited. "But those methods are lost. We only know them from poetry and accounts of Roman historians, such as Galen and Pliny. This is; wondrous to try." Becky sighed slightly, relaxing. She was so worried about running into time lock that it was a relief she'd managed to let them actually taste the wine. The profs knew something was up, that she couldn't help them, and they would just have to figure out as much as they could on their own. Was she meant to have done this? Was it Fating? She banished the thought from her head, she would drive herself crazy. She was here to have fun with the two people who had made her who she was, and to share that joy with Nanu. To her delight, Nanu seemed to be acclimating well, even if she was in awe and fear of these 'gods'. Mike looked at Becky now. "This must have cost you a pretty penny, something this unique." Becky smiled. "I can manage more, if you want. As many bottles as you like. Just don't ask how or why." "Fair enough," Karen said, looking over at her husband. "And we just found our drink of choice for that toga party we discussed." Mike laughed and Becky giggled. Poor Nanu. She escapes slavery from Imperial Rome, only to end up in a time period where dressing like the patricians who enslaved her was the height of chic at a party. Rome was clearly the eternal city in more ways than one. And this one time, wining about it was a good thing. Later that afternoon. "Mistress, look at all these men," Nanu said quietly, as if the portraits and busts they were walking by could hear her. She could've sworn some of them were staring right at her, their eyes following her movements. "They are all rather frightening to me." Becky nodded as she walked hand-in-hand with Nanu down the Hall of Ancestors. "I remember the first time I saw them, my love, and they intimidated me as well. They are the ancestors of my professor, going back almost a thousand years." Nanu seemed rather surprised, and a little wary. "They're all gods?" Shit, how do I explain this without breaking her mind? Becky wondered rather wearily. "They all have the same hair like the god, maybe lighter, and the eyes," Nanu observed, still speaking quietly, so that the numerous men didn't hear her. "I can't tell if they're as big as he is." Okay, extra complication there as well. "No, my love, they are the ancestors of Karen," Becky explained, knowing this wasn't going to get easier. That revelation gave Nanu paused. She stopped and looked up at Becky now, almost frowning. "But they look like him, not her. They have the same straw hair and the eyes the color of the sea." She looked down at the ground now as she tried to parse out what her Mistress was telling her. "But her eyes are the color of his hair; maybe they are brother and sister?" Now Becky's eyes widened. "Well, if Iupiter and Iuno were brother and sister but also husband and wife, why can't these two be?" the Egyptian girl reasoned. "They gave birth to all the gods. But; where are these gods now?" She gestured broadly at the hallway and the gallery of busts and portraits. "Nanu, I; I don't know," Becky confessed, trying not to falter in explaining. "I've never met them, honestly. I met the father of Karen, that was it." She pointed to an imposing portrait of Jonathon Blackwell, Karen's father, which hung on the wall not far from them. "And where is that god now?" Nanu asked. Becky hadn't done herself any favors by mentioning she'd met other 'gods'. She tried distraction now, pointing at a large open space nearby on the wall. "Look, that is where the portrait of Karen will go, once she is officially head of her fa; of the pantheon." Well done, Fischer. Nanu looked at the empty space. "So the goddess will be the supreme ruler? What of the god? She seems to obey him, why will he not be up there?" This was getting harder and harder. Becky squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of a remotely plausible answer. What a rotten moment for time lock to not interfere. "He is from a different family of gods, my love," she said finally, giving up. She didn't have the mental strength to overcome Nanu's fantasies. "A line of mighty ones, but that doesn't mean that she won't rule her own family. She may obey him, but she is their leader." It was true, just massively out of context. "So we are invited to the festival that sees her become ruler?" Nanu asked in wonder. "We are very important, aren't we?" It was finally a question Becky could answer honestly. She smiled and caressed the younger girl's cheek. "Yes, my love. We are very important to them. That's why they want us there." "What does the goddess' name means, Mistress?" queried Nanu. "Karen. It is so unusual to me." Another smile. Becky knew this tidbit, because she had laughed with her mentor about it so many times over the years they'd known one another. "Her names means 'Purity', my dear." Another wry face from Nanu. "But she fucks like Venus, Mistress. I'm not sure 'pure' is the best way to describe her." Becky restrained a giggle. "And the god? What does his name mean?" Becky happened to know that one as well, since the name was common enough. "His name means 'godlike', or 'like unto a god'." "Well at least that one makes sense," Nanu admitted. They continued walking, with Nanu gaping at just about everything. Mike and Karen were seeing to a small matter, and had suggested that Becky take Nanu for a stroll around the estate. Becky had to think about what might catch her attention, and what she'd even be able to understand. She'd already shown Nanu the service elevator, and the young woman was stunned how the tiny room could bring her to different places at the simple push of a button. Food always interested Nanu, but if they were staying for dinner, she could keep the little glutton out of the chef's way for a few hours. Glenda showed them the garage, with all the exotic and rare cars. Nanu seemed especially taken with the huge jeep and the bright red Countach. They found Ari in what was apparently an arcade (rich people, go figure!), and they watched while he played Street Fighter IV. Nanu looked on in fascination as Ari controlled the little man inside the box, making him beat up another little person. Before she got overstimulated and bloodthirsty (Becky was beginning to suspect that violence and sexual arousal were quite mated in Nanu's psyche), they went to find something else to look at. Soon, they found themselves in the compassion greenhouse. The rather pungent odor hit them the moment they opened the door. Nanu wrinkled her nose and pinched it shut with her fingers. "They grow asterion, Mistress?" she asked, her voice sounding funny before she was keeping her nose pinched shut. "I remember it from the house of my Flavian masters. We made ropes and rugs with it. They would bake the seeds into cakes. The cakes made me feel tired." Becky nodded. "It's a recreational substance in my time. They grow all sorts of things here, some of which will be very new to you." "I will get tired if we stay in here," Nanu said. "Just from the smell of the plants." Tempting, Becky thought, but ultimately decided against it. There was still lots to do, after all. They toured some of the other greenhouses before heading back into the Manor. In the foyer, they ran into two young women. Becky stepped up to greet them. "Hi, I'm Becky, this is Nanu," she said, shaking their hands. The rather buxom brunette seemed very pleasant, although Becky could already tell she was a bit of a space cadet. The other one, a shorter girl with honey-blonde hair in a pixie cut, was lean and athletic, her hazel eyes observing everything. "Hi, I'm Jeanie," the brunette said cheerfully before looking at Nanu. "Oh, wow, look how pretty you are! I'll bet you're a big hit with all the boys, aren't you?" She bent her knees slightly, resting her hands on them so she was closer to Nanu's eye level. "And what grade are you in?" Becky restrained a giggle-snort, declining to translate for Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked up at her, a rather confused expression on her face. "What's the stupid girl asking me?" she wondered. "She just said you're very pretty and all the boys must love you," Becky selectively answered. "Well, she's right about that, at least, so maybe she's not completely stupid," Nanu sniffed. "Sorry, Jeanie," Becky said, turning her attention back to her new associate. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we speak Latin to one another. So unless you speak it too, I'll have to translate for you." "Oh, yeah, no," Jeanie replied, shaking her head. "Fre'n' me barely speak English, so I guess you're on duty for us with the Latin stuff." "Hey now," the pixie-haired girl said, giving Jeanie a look before also stepping forward. She was wearing some chinos and a tank top, her jacket thrown over her shoulder. She shook Becky's hand. "Hello, I am Freja. We have been hearing about you both, I am honored." She smiled at Nanu now. "I am happy to meet you, Nanu." Becky translated, but Nanu didn't seem to hear what she was saying, since she was focused on Freja. The Danish girl was not much taller than her, but also had tiny tits, barely worth mentioning. She was smirking as Freja put out her hand, and instead of shaking it, she simply put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest forward slightly, thrusting out her tits. Freja faltered somewhat at the sight of them on display like that. "Anyhows," Freja said, turning her attention back to Becky, even if her wife was still staring at Nanu's chest. For a tiny girl, she had a huge rack. "Jeanette is my wife, we are pleased to be making your acquaintances. You ams staying for dinner?" Becky nodded, ignoring the fact that Nanu was turning slowly left and right, showing off her bust in profile. "The profs convinced me to come work as a Physics teacher at the uni. Do you two go there?" "Yes," Freja confirmed. "Jeanette is in Health and Nutrition Sciences, and I ams at the Skule." "Ooh, an engineer," Becky breathed, smiling. "Love it! You'll probs end up building a lot of the equipment I need in order to; Nanu, stop that, you brat!" She nudged the smaller woman with her hip since Nanu was cupping her tits and squishing them together. Either one of her tits was much bigger than both of Freja's, and clearly the girl was self-conscious about it. This was no doubt some leftover competition and survival trait in Nanu, finding advantage in whatever form it came. Given how she'd been mocked the other night at the bar, maybe she shouldn't be surprised. Still, she couldn't let her behave that way. "Jeanie, honey," she said, smiling at the other half of the married couple. "Would you mind taking Nanu and finding her a bathroom? I want to pick your wife's brain about something with engineering." "Oh, a hundred p," the brunette said, nodding and taking Nanu by the hand. "How'd you say 'Let's go pee' in Latin?" Becky couldn't believe she was saying this, but obliged. "Eamus mingere." "C'mon, Nanu," Jeanie said to the confused Egyptian girl, leading her off. "Eat a moose lingerie." "Even for her, that was nowhere near the close," Freja sighed as she walked along with Becky now. "I just wanted to get Nanu away from you, she gets competitive," Becky said. "Sorry about that. She was raised as a slave, so she has a survival mode about not being the smallest and weakest." "And my tits, they are smallest and weakest," the Danish girl muttered. "Oh, I think they suit you just fine," Becky said helpfully, taking Freja's hand and giving it a squeeze. "'sides, I kinda want to get a look at the rest of you without Nanu around, you look pretty muscular." Freja smiled. "I works out a lot, I guess. I played fodbold, your soccer, and also field hockey. I do some martial arts as well." "Ooh, tell me!" Becky said, pulling Freja into an unused lounge. "Tell me what you take and I'll tell you what I practice." Freja put down her coat and stood there, letting Becky see her body, although she still had her clothes on. Her shoulder muscles were obvious, but she lifted her tank top enough to show up her segmented and rock-hard abs. "I ams having a black belt in Grace Jujutsu, as well as Kenpo, and I also know Fujian White Crane. What do you practice?" "Krav Maga," Becky replied, lifting her own shirt enough to show off her smooth, firm midsection to her new friend. "Started quite a few years ago, mostly to blow off any sexual frustration, and to deal with guys who get too handsy, you know?" Freja smiled and nodded. "I believe you, for you are very well sexy-built. But we should spar, I would love to try myself against your Krav Maga." "I would love that too, Freja," Becky purred, her smile becoming sensual. "Win or lose, gonna love it. But haven't you tried sparring with the big man before?" "Once," Freja said, shaking her head. "He literally squashed me like a bug. I lasted three seconds and he just squashed me." Becky giggled. "He was the one who began teaching me Krav Maga, and every time I spar with him, I get squashed too. I think of them as sex injuries, you know?" Freja laughed. "Jeanette and I, we fuck the profs occasionally, so yes, I understand. We are lovers to them, and to their son and his wife, Karen's younger sister, Alexandra." "They were telling me about that whole arrangement, but I'm gonna need time to sort it out," Becky admitted. "It sounds like it was a helluva year." "I met my wife and married her because of Alex and Alexandra," Freja said, shucking her tank top now and just leaving her tits exposed. She didn't mind. "And what I can guarantee you, Rebecca, is that when you see Alex and Alexandra together, it will make you very happy." "Honey, I don't doubt that one bit," Becky said, pulling her own shirt off and then unhooking her bra. In a bathroom down the way. "See, this is pretty nice, right?" Jeanie said, sitting on the ornate but comfy chair, her chin on her hand while she looked at Nanu, who was simply sitting on the toilet with her pants around her ankles. She'd already managed to go pee, but apparently this stupid girl hadn't noticed and was still talking to her. "Li'l bit of girl bonding time, right?" "You really are dumb, aren't you?" Nanu said, trying to keep the snide tone out of her voice, in case the stupid girl tattled on her to Mistress. "I'm done going piss, now what?" "Oh, I've got an idea," Jeanie said rather eagerly. She pulled her shirt over her head, and then quickly undid her bra, letting her tits fall out. Nanu's eyes widened for a moment as she stared. They weren't the largest she'd ever seen, the goddess' were certainly bigger, and her Mistress' probably were too. But this dumb girl wore them well, and she clearly didn't mind showing them off at a moment's notice. "Now show me yours," Jeanie said, pointing at Nanu's shirt. The Egyptian girl shrugged and peeled off her shirt, and the stupid bra thing underneath, leaving her as exposed as her companion. Jeanie nodded approvingly as she assessed Nanu's tits. "Nice, we can have a lot of fun with those," Jeanie said, getting up and coming to kneel in front of Nanu now. She put her hands on Nanu's tits and fondled them, feeling around and giving them a good squeeze. "Yeah, these're primo, babe. Well done." Nanu didn't have a damn clue what the dunce was saying, but her tone indicated she liked Nanu's tits, and as a result, Nanu was getting groped. She didn't object at all. "Mind if I?" Jeanie asked, not waiting for an answer before leaning in and starting to swirl her tongue around one of her new friend's nipples. Nanu shivered and gasped, decidedly not objecting to this treatment. She hadn't been fucked in over an hour, so this was a good start. She reached forward and groped the brunette's big tits, liking how heavy they felt in her hand. She could feel herself getting wet, and wanted to do things with this girl now. "Hmm, new and better idea;” Jeanie said, pulling back and standing up long enough to go over to a closet and pulling out a large, plush towel. She remembered they were in there after her unfortunate encounter a few weeks earlier with the neighbor kid, who turned out to be necrotic, or narcosomic, or something. She laid the towel out on the marble floor, and then smiled at Nanu, patting the towel and indicating she should lie down. Nanu got off the toilet and laid down on her back as instructed, looking up at the dumb girl. Jeanie smiled and crawled partially over the smaller girl, her tits now hovering over Nanu's face, the nipples touching her nose. She eased down some more until Nanu could get one of the nipples in her mouth easily. Nanu began licking, tonguing and sucking readily. "Hmm, Jeanie for the win with the good ideas," the larger girl sighed, now craning down and beginning to suck and lick on Nanu's ample tits, the two of them losing themselves in the moment. Neither would feel the need to come up for air any time soon. Back in the other room. Becky grunted and strained, lying on her back and hands flexing against the floor. She was pushing with her hamstrings and her ass muscles, sweat streaming now from her nearly naked form. All she was wearing were her thong panties, and it still felt like she had too much on. Freja was lying opposite her, also just in her thong. They both had one leg in the air, locked against each near the ankle, and they were pushing hard, trying to overpower one another. It had been some time since Becky had engaged in a good bout of (the unfortunately named) Indian leg wrestling. Becky gasped and groaned, wondering if Freja was in as much discomfort as she was. She had the height advantage, a longer leg, so presumably more leverage, but Freja was very strong, her body a little bundle of muscle, which Becky had not appreciated until they'd decided on this little contest and they both stripped down. Whatever she lacked in the tits department, Freja made up for in the powerful ass department. Becky wouldn't be surprised if the little Danish girl could crack walnuts open between those cheeks. She heard Freja moan, taking heart that her opponent was working as hard as she was, although they remained in a deadlock at this point. If she couldn't overpower Freja, she'd simply have to hope to outlast her, until Freja's muscles were jelly and she gave up. They hadn't really decided on what the prize was for whoever won, but she held no doubt they'd both enjoy it. "Uh, fuck;” Freja rasped, her leg trembling every bit as much as Becky's. "You ams strong, like Alexandra or Andrea." "I'll take that; as a compliment;” Becky panted, her warm skin slick against the floor. She hoped she didn't stain the marble, she'd have a hard time explaining that to the profs. "You're really damn strong too, babe;” After almost two more minutes of straining and groaning, the strength of both women gave out at the exact same moment. Their legs bent and collapsed down, both of them breathing heavily, supremely tired from the contest. They slowly rolled onto their sides, almost going fetal as they tried to catch their breath. "That was; very difficult;” Freja managed to say. "I'm not gonna like walking on that leg for a week," Becky replied, thinking about the amount of grapefruit juice she was going to be drinking to deal with the lactic acid buildup in her leg and ass muscles. She hoped she wouldn't have to chase Nanu anywhere. "I guess it was a tie?" "Next time, we will make it a sexfight," Freja breathed, thinking she'd need a forklift to get her upright. "That will be easier on my body." "You have a deal, Fre;” Becky said wearily, hoping the profs didn't find her like this. Thankfully, the muscle pains subsided relatively quickly and easily, even if she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. She found Nanu with Jeanie, and they both seemed much more refreshed and cheerful than her and Freja. She had a sneaking suspicion as to why. Nanu hadn't been in Freja's presence more than three seconds before she thrust her chest forward again, making sure the Danish girl knew who the mayor of Titty-Town was, even if she wasn't quite so blatant about it this time. They'd all gone to the kitchen so that Becky and Freja could rehydrate themselves a little. Freja was just drinking bicarbonate in water, whereas Theresa supplied Becky with her grapefruit juice. Nanu and Jeanie were drinking milk, and the two girls giggled at one another while they downed their glasses. Jeanie and Freja excused themselves, needing to get back to their condo. Jeanie hugged Nanu, making sure they squished their tits together, then did the same with Becky, although perhaps not quite as familiarly. Freja hugged Becky and then took a chance on hugging Nanu to say goodbye. Nanu accepted the hug, but made sure she pressed her tits right into Freja's reminding her who was in charge. Freja sighed, and they made their exit. "Miss Fischer, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will meet you in the Spencer Study now," Tatyana said, entering the room and nodding. "They apologize for the delay, things are just rather busy right now." "Well, what with finals coming, and the big ol' housewarmings, I'm not surprised," Becky said cheerfully, taking Nanu's hand and allowing Tatyana to take them to the aforementioned Spencer Study. Inside, Mike and Karen were sitting on a long, ornate chesterfield. Becky strolled in and sat down on a loveseat just across from them, joined by Nanu. Once again, the Egyptian girl seemed to be keeping her eyes averted. "I hope you don't mind, Rebecca, I thought we might continue having more of your delightful wine," Karen said, pouring some glasses. "I'm glad you like it, and especially glad that you aren't asking questions," Becky answered, relieved that her mentors seemed to genuinely understand her predicament, even if they couldn't understand her predicament. "I promise, I'll scare up some more for you." They were happily discussing Becky's future employment at the university, with Mike and Karen almost teasing her with tempting tidbits about all the latest research into quantum crystallography. Nanu listened quietly, understanding nothing, but knowing that whatever was being discussed was important. It was about making her Mistress happy, and nothing was more important to her than that. Well, getting fucked was as important, but clearly she could have both, so why quibble? Soon enough, they were joined by another person, whom Becky and Nanu turned to meet. A tall, young, and incredibly handsome blond man strolled in casually, wearing an infectious grin that Becky would recognize anywhere, even if she hadn't met him some years ago. He was so very obviously a DeBourne. Nanu's eyes went wide again, and she trembled in fear. "There you are, child-mine," Karen said as Alex walked into the study. "You remember Miss Fischer, yes?" "Of course," he said, smiling genially as he walked over to where the guest was sitting with another, smaller and exotic-looking girl. She stood up and he shook her hand, which was firm, friendly, and warm. A definite turn-on. "It's good to see you again, Ms. Fischer." "Oh, God, call me Becky, please," she said, trying to not blatantly ogle her professors' son. He was so much like Mike, only distilled into a more human-sized form, with enchanting electric blue eyes that radiated humor. But there was also a cool aloofness beneath, if he cared to let it be seen, and that was something he got from his regal mother. "You've grown up, Alex, and you were a lady-killer when you were just thirteen, I recall." "Well, everyone kept sayin' you were too old for me, so I had a wait a few years," he quipped, making her laugh. "Who's your friend, Becks?" Becky shook her head, since his new name for her reminded her of Mark. Still, it gave her a tingle when Alex said it, so she didn't exactly mind. He was more than free to keep calling her that. "Alex, this is Nanu. She's staying with me for the foreseeable future." Alex was going to shake Nanu's hand, but instead she slipped down to her knees, staring up at him in reverent awe before dropping her head to look at the floor. She began speaking quietly, her voice little more than a mumble. Alex raised an eyebrow before glancing over at his mother and father, who were still sitting on the large chesterfield. "Is she speaking Coptic? That's Coptic, isn't it? I don't speak that one yet." "Maybe if you were an elder of the church and showed a little more liturgical piety," Karen sniffed, holding her wine glass as she watched and assessed her son and his reactions. "Nanu is from very small-town Egypt, but she speaks Imperial Latin." Becky watched on, intrigued as he looked down at her again. "Please get up;” he instructed in the language of Imperial Rome. Nanu stood, but kept her eyes averted, even while he was addressing her. He smiled at her. "Nanu, I'm Alex. My full name is Alexander." She dared to look up at him again. He was a head, shoulders, and half a chest taller than her. She barely cleared his dad's abdomen. But she was certainly stacked for such a small girl. She had the build of a dancer, except with big tits. "The conqueror is named after you," she said in a hushed tone. "Alexander;” Alex looked back at his parents and Becky. "Does she think I'm a god? She's clearly not Muslim or Syriac Christian." "We haven't quite figured out what she makes of us," Mike replied, his deep voice from behind her making Nanu almost shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. This had been quite the day for her, and she'd met three gods now. How many people could say that? "Well, better you guys spend time thinkin' about it than me," Alex concluded, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with Nanu, taking her hands and smiling. She trembled at the touch. "Welcome to my home, Nanu;” he said cheerfully. She looked like she might faint. Her heart was thundering in her chest again, and she felt dizzy. "I hear you're due to get married, Alex," Becky mentioned, taking the pressure off Nanu before she just expired right there on the Persian rug. "Your aunt?" "Yep," Alex said, rising while gesturing for Becky and Nanu to sit again, which they did, Nanu somewhat unsteadily. Becky gave her some water while Alex eased himself onto the chesterfield next to Becky. Half a second later, Valentina brought in more drinks. Becky smirked at the steaming blue beverage waiting for Alex. Apparently it was some nerdy thing called a 'Romulan Ale'. "Mom's sister that I'm named after. "I take it you've heard the whole crazy story?" "Crazy stories seem to be the theme of this past year," Becky agreed. "Damned if I can get into mine, though. I am looking forward to meeting her as well, though. Your mom and dad have mentioned her over the years, the fact that she was missing from your lives. She and your grandmother were gone by the time I knew them." "Speaking of my baby sister, would you happen to know her whereabouts?" Karen asked, looking at her son. "She went with Aunt Jen to the pub while I was in class," he replied, nodding to Val in approval as he tried his drink. "Aunt Jen had a bunch a followers, so she took them all for a drink." "Meaning it'll somehow magically happen on my tab," Karen muttered while Mike patted her shoulder. "When was that?" "Alexa only had a half day, so they're probably almost home by now," he replied. "Aunt Jen really likes Theresa's coq au vin." He looked at Becky and Nanu now. "You two staying for dinner? Theresa makes killer food." "Well, your chef's bologna hasn't had any disastrous effects on Nanu's digestive tract, so I assume fresh poultry ought to be fine," Becky mused. "Nitrates and preservatives are the enemy, eh?" the young man laughed, once again reminding Becky of his father and giving her a tingle. They finished their drinks and Mike and Karen agreed to take them on a small tour. Becky was rather interested in the energy-saving measures, like the solar panels and the thermochromic windows. They were all touring the temperate produce greenhouse (called the 'Orangerie') some while later when two people joined them. "We're back, and we're not even hammered," the tall, gorgeous blonde chimed musically, the air of the room lightening with her presence. Even the resident butterflies of the Orangerie seemed to dance about when she was near them. She walked right up to Becky and hugged her. "You must be Becky! I've heard a lot about you." "I've heard a lot about you too, but I never would've believed anyone could be as stacked as your older sister," Becky replied, happily returning the squishy hug. "Let me introduce Nanu. Unless you speak Coptic, you'll need to speak Latin to her." "Hi, Nanu!" Alex almost sang as she knelt and hugged the shorter girl. Nanu's eyes looked like they might just spring out of her head before she swooned, not even having a chance to get on her knees and avert her eyes. "I'm Alexa!" "A; leks...a;” the Egyptian girl murmured as the tall, blonde goddess finally released her. She didn't go to her knees, she simply gazed at Alexa in quiet awe. This had been quite a day for her, even by her standards recently. "And I'm Jenny, lovey," the countess said, walking over and giving Becky a hug. "Chuffed to have you around. Have the lord and lady of the manor made their proposal to you yet?" "They have, and I've accepted, countess," Becky replied, enjoying yet another squishy, sexy hug. She had no doubt she'd end up fucking these two women eventually, if not Alex. She'd never had sex with a countess before, just a French noblewoman that she was reasonably certain was her own ancestor. "I could use the pay upgrade, certainly. Gotta pay for the classes to keep this bod toned somehow." "Delighted to hear it," Jenny said cheerfully, the two women still holding one another by the waist as they smiled at each other. Mike and Karen looked on, trying not to smirk. "And you're quite lovely, my dear. Certainly it won't hurt to' "Oh my gosh;” Alexa breathed, looking at the floor as an epiphany shivered through her. She looked up at Becky and Jenny. "We've gotta do that." "Do what, darling?" Jenny asked, looking at her but still holding Becky, their hips touching. "Well, look at us," Alexa said, coming over and inserting herself into the small hug, which was now a three-way. "Three tall, gorgeous blondes; we need to form a clique, or a union or something." "I've never belonged to a union," Jenny mused. "I've never not belonged to a union," Becky added. "Don't think I've been in a clique, though." "Yeah, but where's this ever happen?" Alexa said, pointing at each of them in turn. "Three natural blonde goddesses all together, none of us made of plastic or silicone; we're the world's most awesome and exclusive clique." "A Trinity," Alex added rather unhelpfully. "Yes!" Alexa said loudly, turning and pointing at Alex in excitement while Karen favored her son with a sour look for encouraging this. "The Trinity! That's it exactly!" She took Becky and Jenny by the hands and began pulling them out of the Orangerie, confusing the butterflies. "C'mon! We've gotta go take pics to celebrate our formation;” "Take care of Nanu for me," Becky called back, getting pulled along in Alexa's wake, as was the countess. The girl was frighteningly strong when she was exited; Becky would be amazed if even Andrea was stronger than Alexa. "Feed her or something', that'll keep her occupied." Nanu watched her Mistress disappear with the golden-haired goddess with the giant tits, along with the other woman. Seconds later, the three gods she was left with all turned to look down at her. She stared back at them awkwardly for a moment before opening her mouth and pointing at her gullet, then licking her lips and rubbing her belly. She looks like Nibbles the Mouse from those old Tom and Jerry cartoons when she does that," Alex observed. "Well, let's go see if Theresa can scare up some more bologna for her," the golden-eyed goddess named Karen mused, holding out her hand for the Nanu to take. "Ba-lo;” Nanu said eagerly as she followed Karen out of the Orangerie. "Ba-lo;” Soon enough she'd be eating again, and hopefully someone would fuck her. She hadn't anticipated anything like this happening to her, and she owed it all to her Mistress and the god-machine. It was a good day to be Nanu Tehemet. A study on the third floor. "Okay, so," Alexa began, herding the two women into the room and then closing the door for privacy. "This is gonna be awesome, the world's most elite clique." "It would be nice to belong to something Kat cannot dominate," Jenny mused, nodding. "What does our clique do?" "Just exist to show off how wonderful it is to be a blonde goddess," Alexa reasoned, rubbing her hands together and then assessing them both for a moment. "I mean, we're gotta spread the truth, right?" "Good enough for me," Becky declared readily, watching Alexa go over to a closet and pull out an expensive-looking camera and tripod. "Lotsa pics in various states of dress and undress?" &l

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Anja en Jolanda gaan vanuit de Brabantse Potcast in gesprek met de penningmeester van COC Noordoostbrabant over de Pride Swing van 10 oktober in de Orangerie in Den Bosch. Een legende keert namelijk terug… In de jaren '90 en '00 waren de Gay Swing feesten in De Orangerie een begrip – niet alleen in Den Bosch, maar ver daarbuiten. Een plek waar je kon zijn wie je bent, kon dansen tot je voeten het begaven en de liefde en vrijheid voelbaar waren op de dansvloer. Ter ere van het 50-jarig jubileum van COC Noordoost Brabant blazen ze dit iconische feest nieuw leven in. Pride Swing – De Reünie wordt een avond vol herkenning, verbinding en vooral: feest! Verwacht een mix van muziek uit de jaren 70, 80, 90 en 00's in de indrukwekkende ruimte van de Orangerie. Met een kleurrijk publiek van toen én nu. Iedereen die de LHBTQIA+ gemeenschap een warm hart toedraagt is welkom. En luister vooral met ons mee om te horen over de kleurrijke én smakelijke verhalen van Ron over de Gay Swing van destijds! Ow, en wil jij ook komen? we geven maar liefst 10x 2 kaarten weg. Stuur een mail aan brabantsepotcast@gmail.com en de eerste 10 mailers hebben PRIJS!!! Hoe makkelijk kan het zijn!!

Zu Gast in dieser Episode ist Spitzenköchin Nathalie Leblond, Küchenchefin des „Les Deux“ in München. Wir treffen uns im Maritim Seehotel Timmendorfer Strand, wo die Auftaktgala des Schleswig-Holstein Gourmet Festivals glanzvoll gefeiert wird – ein besonderer Rahmen für ein Gespräch über Leidenschaft, Haltung und Genuss. Nathalie erzählt, wie sie schon mit drei Jahren wusste, dass sie Köchin werden möchte – damals noch als „Kocherin“ –, wie sie auf der fränkischen „Kerwa“ Steckerlfisch vom Schoß ihres Opas probierte und warum das Kalbsherzbries bis heute ihr absolutes Lieblingsgericht ist. Sie spricht über ihre prägenden Stationen im Alten Meierhof bei Dirk Luther und im Atelier bei Jan Hartwig, über die Erfahrungen, die sie dort gesammelt hat, und darüber, wie wichtig Vertrauen und Freiheit in ihrer heutigen Rolle als Küchenchefin sind. Auffällig ist ihre Art: Sie redet so, wie sie kocht – mit Humor, Leichtigkeit und klarer Bestimmtheit. Begriffe wie „Powerfrau“ hält sie für überflüssig, denn engagierte Frauen in der Küche sind für sie längst selbstverständlich. Natürlich geht es auch um das Menü, das sie gemeinsam mit 3 Sternekoch Christoph Rüffer und dem Gastgeberteam aus der Orangerie am Timmendorfer Strand für die Gala vorbereitet hat. Nathalies Beitrag besteht aus zwei Gängen: Hamachi mit Koshihikari-Reis und Renekloden sowie Kalbsherzbries mit Brokkoli, Vadouvan-Gewürz und Rosinen. Zwei Gerichte, die ihre Handschrift tragen – präzise in der Ausführung, kreativ in der Kombination und voller Freude am Detail. Nathalie Leblond steht für eine moderne französische Küche, die von Geradlinigkeit und Raffinesse geprägt ist. Ihre kulinarischen No-Gos verrät sie mit einem Lächeln: Sanddorn kommt ihr nicht in die Küche, Austern mag sie – sehr zum Erstaunen unseres Hosts – nur bedingt, und Rosenkohl akzeptiert sie höchstens in Form feiner Blättchen. Diese Mischung aus klarer Haltung, Humor und einem Augenzwinkern macht Nathalie so nahbar. Das Gespräch zeigt sie so, wie sie ist: leidenschaftlich, herzlich und ganz ohne Etiketten. Es geht um ihr Verständnis von guter Küche, um Teamgeist und Vertrauen, um Mut und Geduld – und um den Spaß daran, Menschen mit Essen glücklich zu machen. Coverbild: Juni Fotografen Links zu dieser Espiode: Nathalie Leblond bei Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nathalieleblond_/?hl=de Restaurant Les Deux: https://lesdeux-muc.de Schleswig-Holstein Gourmet Festival - Alle Termine: https://www.gourmetfestival.de Werbung - Diese Episode wird unterstützt und präsentiert von: Der Große Restaurant & Hotel Guide: Ein Guide für Gäste - Inspirationen für Menschen mit Stil und Geschmack: https://www.der-grosse-guide.de Buchvorstellung: Alina Bronsky – ESSEN - Bestsellerautorin Alina Bronsky widmet sich in ESSEN den Gerichten, die unser Leben prägen – von Porridge bis Borschtsch, von Butterbrot bis Vogelmilchtorte. Persönlich, humorvoll und manchmal melancholisch erzählt sie, wie Essen zum Symbol für Fürsorge, Emanzipation, Liebe oder auch kleine Erpressungen wird. Ein kulinarisches Lesevergnügen, das weit über den Teller hinausblickt. Hanser Berlin – ISBN 978-3-446-28152-3 Link zum Buch: https://www.hanser-literaturverlage.de/buch/alina-bronsky-essen-9783446281523-t-5704 Buchverlosung: 5 × „ESSEN“ von Alina Bornsky Wir verlosen fünf Exemplare des großartigen Buches ESSEN von Alina Bornsky. Wenn du mitmachen möchtest, schreib uns einfach bis zum 19.10.2025 eine E-Mail an podcast@foodtalker.de

Deux spectacles romands remettent au goût du jour les accents. Présenté au Théâtre de lʹOrangerie cet été, " Macbeth on air " de Liona Lutz passe du suisse allemand à lʹécossais et jongle avec les traductions. En tournée actuellement, " Toute intention de nuire ", signé Adrien Barazzone, présente un procès littéraire avec accent arménien et français. A découvrir à Rolle, les 25 et 26 septembre. Martigny, Les Alambics, le 31 octobre. Sion, le Spot, le 6 novembre. Villars-sur-Glâne, Nuithonie, du 13 au 15 novembre. Neuchâtel, Le Passage, le 19 novembre. Puis en 2026 : Vevey, le Reflet, le 5 mai. Meyrin, le Forum les 21 et 22 mai. Delémont, Théâtre du Jura, le 30 mai. Explication des artistes Alain Borek et Liona Lutz au micro de Thierry Sartoretti.

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Anja Kampmann erzählt vom tiefen Bruch des Jahres 1933. Jan Costin Wagner von einer Familie, die ihr Kind verliert. Nadja Küchenmeister durchstreift die Welt. Mitschnitt der Live-Übertragung vom 30.8.2025 aus der Orangerie im Schlossgarten.

Heute mal in eigener Sache: Wundervolle Kurse in der Orangerie die uns besonders am Herzen liegen

Dimanche 24 aout le théâtre de lʹOrangerie propose une après-midi dʹéchange et de rencontre en partenariat avec lʹassociation Maquis Dékalé. Il y aura notamment le Popimane Trio en concert, mené par le Burkinabé Dramane Dembélé interviewé aujourdʹhui par Michel Ndeze.

8. Mai 1945: Kriegsende. Ganz so einfach ist es nicht. In unserer neuen Folge von „Zugehört“ sprechen John Zimmermann, Jürgen Luh, Jörg Morré und Frank Reichherzer über das lange und vielschichtige Ende des Zweiten Weltkriegs – und darüber, warum das Jahr 1945 weniger ein Schlusspunkt als ein Übergang war. Neubewertungen des Zweiten WeltkriegsAuch achtzig Jahre nach seinem Ende ist unser Verständnis vom Zweiten Weltkrieg und seinem Ausgang im Wandel. Historische Forschung, gesellschaftliche Debatten und politische Entwicklungen haben dazu beigetragen, die Ereignisse von 1945 immer wieder neu zu interpretieren. Unsere Gesprächspartner werfen einen differenzierten Blick auf das Jahr 1945 – und stellen die Frage: Wie lassen sich die Umbrüche am Ende des Zweiten Weltkriegs fassen und bewerten? Wege aus dem KriegAngesichts der globalen Dimension des Zweiten Weltkriegs ist es kaum möglich, von dem einen Kriegsende zu sprechen. Für manche Regionen begann der Frieden bereits vor den offiziellen Kapitulationen Deutschlands und Japans – für andere hingegen setzten sich Gewalt, Zwang und politische Auseinandersetzungen in neuen Konstellationen fort. Der Übergang vom Krieg zum Frieden stellte vielerorts keine klare Zäsur dar, sondern war ein ein brüchiger und langwieriger Prozess. Potsdamer Konferenz und Nürnberger ProzesseIm Mittelpunkt des Gesprächs stehen zwei Schlüsselereignisse des Jahres 1945: die Potsdamer Konferenz im Sommer sowie die Nürnberger Prozesse, die Ende des Jahres begannen. Beide markieren zentrale Momente für die kommende neue Ordnung der Welt und im Umgang mit der Vergangenheit. Im Mikrokosmos der Potsdamer Konferenz werden die geopolitischen Weichenstellungen mit ihren Spannungen und Bruchlinien deutlich, die in der Nachkriegszeit die internationale Ordnung prägten: vom Kalten Krieg bis hin zur Dekolonisation. Die Kriegsverbrecherprozesse wiederum waren nicht nur ein neues und internationales juristisches Projekt, sondern auch ein moralischer wie auch politischer Versuch der Vergangenheitsbewältigung – und gleichzeitig ein Forum, um Ordnungsvorstellungen zu entwickeln. 1945 als Passage – ein Jahr des ÜbergangsIn dieser Folge von „Zugehört“entsteht ein facettenreiches Bild des Jahres 1945, das einfache Narrative hinterfragt. Sie lädt dazu ein, um über Transformationen von Gewalt im 20. Jahrhundert nachzudenken. Das Gespräch eröffnet neue Perspektiven auf die Vielfalt der Erwartungen, Möglichkeiten und Wege, die in und durch das Jahr 1945 in die Zukunft führen konnten. So wird zugleich weniger eine „Stunde Null“ als vielmehr die „Passage 1945“ deutlich. Unter dem Leitmotiv „Passage 1945“ findet am 2./3 September 2025 in der Orangerie im Neuen Garten in Potsdam ein Workshop statt. Der Workshop ist eine Kooperationsveranstaltung des ZMSBw, der Stiftung Preußische Schlösser und Gärten, dem Research Center Sanssouci (RECS) und dem Museum Berlin Karlshorst. Mehr Informationen darüber finden Sie hier.

Joe Dessin présente son travail au TO. The post Joe Dessin colore le Théâtre de l'Orangerie first appeared on Radio Vostok.

Es ist faszinierend, wie gut man sich nach einem Essen in der Sterne-Gastronomie fühlt“, schwärmt Simone Melis, der schon mit 20 in der Top-Gastronomie arbeiten wollte und nach Stationen in der Orangerie bei Lutz Niemann fünf Jahre in Hamburg weiterlernte in 2-Sterne-Restaurants, wie Jacobs, Bianc und Seven Seas. Nach einem gleitenden Übergang leitet seit Ende 2024 der gebürtige Italiener zusammen mit Thomas Lemke das Team der Orangerie im Maritim Seehotel (Timmendorfer Strand). Großes Aufatmen, denn auch im 31. Jahr konnten sie den Michelin-Stern für die Orangerie halten und sich im Gusto Guide sogar verbessern. Da geht noch mehr, sagt Simone Melis, der mit neuen Techniken und einer Brise Italien auch neue Impulse in das Team an der Ostsee bringt. „Unser Küchenstil ist moderner und noch besser geworden lautet das Feedback unserer Gäste“, fügt Thomas Lemke hinzu. Welchen Einfluss die hochkarätigen Gastköche des Schleswig-Holstein Gourmet Festivals, wie Harald Wohlfahrt und Marco Müller, dabei haben und wie das Küchenchef-Duo die angestrebten Ziele erreichen will, berichten der 31-Jährige und der 61-Jährige in der neuen Podcast-Folge.

O artista brasileiro Cildo Meireles expõe “Cruzeiro do Sul” na Orangerie do Senado, em Paris, de 3 a 17 de Julho. Trata-se de uma peça de 9 milímetros capaz de “incendiar consciências” devido a todo o significado que carrega, explica a comissária Sívia Guerra. A RFI leva-o até à exposição para ouvir Cildo Meireles, Sílvia Guerra e o realizador Tiago Hespanha. Um cubo de 9 milímetros num espaço mínimo de 200 metros quadrados. Uma obra de arte no chão a desafiar a atenção do visitante que pisa milhares de pedrinhas até chegar ao Cruzeiro do Sul. Assim se chama a peça, concebida em 1969-1970 e apresentada pela primeira vez em França, no espaço Orangerie do Senado, em Paris. “Cruzeiro do Sul” está patente de 3 a 17 de Julho. O autor é um dos mais importantes artistas brasileiros contemporâneos, Cildo Meireles, que nos deu algumas pistas sobre a obra. “A peça partiu de uma premissa que era uma relação com o espaço onde ela está, mas foi acrescentada uma espécie de simbolismo que era uma negação daquilo que você vê. Então, ela se funda numa história, numa cosmogonia dos índios brasileiros, cuja divindade era Tupã, deus do fogo e do trovão, e que os jesuítas, quando chegaram, reduziram. A peça faz referência ao atrito entre uma madeira pouco densa como i pinho e uma muito densa como carvalho, porque era friccionando uma haste de pinho numa peça de carvalho que você obtinha um fogo que era uma espécie de materialização dessa entidade central na cosmogonia tupi”, explica Cildo Meireles. A fragilidade de uma peça de tão pequena escala deixa-a ainda mais exposta ao público e carrega simbolicamente o peso de todo o processo de colonização e da resiliência dos saberes e mitos indígenas brasileiros. O pequeno cubo é feito de pinho e de carvalho, uma combinação que convoca imagens ancestrais da descoberta do fogo e que comporta a promessa de “incendiar consciências”, conta Sílvia Guerra, co-comissária da exposição. “O espaço de 200 metros quadrados não está vazio. Está repleto de lendas e de histórias de um dos povos originários do Brasil, que é o povo tupi que esfregava o pinho e o carvalho para fazer o fogo (...) É  uma peça que nos fala da História, fala-nos de invasões, fala-nos de relação ao espaço, fala de pessoas mais humildes, fala daqueles que não tinham um nome próprio (...) Esta peça, além do fogo, fala da preservação e que o fogo pode ser benigno ou maligno. De uma certa forma é um incêndio, como diz o meu colega Laurent Fiévet, nas nossas consciências também”, explica a comissária.  A obra é acompanhada pela projeção do documentário “Cruzeiro do Sul” de Tiago Hespanha, criado para a exposição. “Cruzeiro do Sul”, de Cildo Meireles, está patente de 3 a 17 de Julho na Orangerie do Senado, em Paris, no âmbito da temporada cultural Brasil-França 2025. 

A Genève, Théâtre de lʹOrangerie jusquʹau 6 juillet 2025, Adrien Barazzone incarne à lui seul tout un conseil municipal. Caricature drolatique ou fine observation du monde politique local, cette "Politique du pire" ? Le comédien répond au micro de Thierry Sartoretti.

A abadia do Mont-Saint-Michel, na Normandia, no noroeste da França, acolhe até 16 de novembro a obra "Marulho", do artista brasileiro Cildo Meireles. A exibição integra a programação da temporada França-Brasil 2025.  Daniella Franco, enviada especial da RFI ao Mont-Saint-Michel A instalação imersiva, que pertence à coleção do Centro Nacional de Artes Plásticas da França, foi criada em 1991 e simula uma paisagem marítima por meio de cinco mil fotografias dispostas no chão. Erguida no refeitório dos monges, a obra também é composta por um deck de madeira que convida o público a flutuar sobre esse oceano de papel, ao som de uma trilha sonora em que a palavra "água" é pronunciada em 30 línguas. Mais de 30 anos após a sua concepção, "Marulho" continua extremamente atual, considerada uma obra política e poética, segundo o curador da temporada França-Brasil 2025, Emilio Kalil, presente na inauguração do evento. "Cildo nunca esqueceu do entorno dele, dos problemas não só brasileiros como mundiais. Então a gente vê nessa obra uma reflexão sobre o mar, que hoje é tema principal dos grandes debates internacionais, mas também o problema dos imigrantes, nossos vizinhos que de repente são rejeitados. As vozes fazem nos sentir dentro desse marulho", diz.  O imponente trabalho deste, que é um dos maiores nomes da arte contemporânea do Brasil, foi instalado no interior da abadia do Mont-Saint-Michel, um dos monumentos mais visitados da França e Patrimônio Mundial da Unesco. Para a presidente do Centro dos Monumentos Nacionais da França, Marie Lavandier a exposição é um encontro de gigantes. "'Marulho' foi instalada no refeitório da abadia do Mont-Saint-Michel, um espaço majestoso. À medida que avançamos no deck em meio a esse oceano de fotografias de Cildo, nosso olhar vai encontrar as janelas do refeitório que se revelam uma após a outra. Então, essa é também a descoberta de uma obra de arte contemporânea e a redescoberta desta joia da arquitetura", explica.  Obra chegou de helicóptero Oferecer esse belo espetáculo aos visitantes foi um grande desafio aos organizadores. As peças de madeira que compõem o deck tiveram que ser transportadas por um helicóptero até o topo da abadia, localizada em um rochedo rodeado pelo mar, a 80 metros acima do nível do oceano. Além disso, para posicionar todas as fotografias que representam as ondas, várias pessoas estiveram mobilizadas durante uma semana. Mas segundo a diretora do Centro Nacional das Artes Plásticas da França, Béatrice Salmon, a operação para a montagem de "Marulho", foi um esforço necessário, em nome das reflexões sobre o mar. "Acho que é preciso subir nesse deck, caminhar em meio às ondas, pensar que o Mont-Saint-Michel é rodeado pelo mar e imaginar que subitamente a água entrou na abadia para pensar sobre a importância dos oceanos ao nosso planeta". Salmon observa que o Mont-Saint-Michel está diante da Inglaterra, próximo ao Canal da Mancha, onde há anos migrantes arriscam suas vidas. "Esse mar também é um perigo para muitas pessoas, quando elas tentam atravessá-lo de um país a outro em condições dramáticas. São todas essas reflexões que essa obra permite", ressalta. "Marulho" não é o único trabalho de Cildo Meireles exposto na temporada França-Brasil 2025. Outra obra icônica do artista, "Cruzeiro do Sul", será exibida no espaço Orangerie, no Jardim de Luxemburgo, em Paris, de 3 a 14 de julho. 

Le Théâtre de l'Orangerie revient pour offrir une programmation musicale éclectique et festive. The post Été dansant au Théâtre de l'Orangerie first appeared on Radio Vostok.

Le Théâtre de l'Orangerie revient pour offrir une programmation musicale éclectique et festive. The post Été dansant au Théâtre de l'Orangerie first appeared on Radio Vostok.

Deuxième saison estivale à Genève pour les artistes et programmateurs Bastien Semenzato & Céline Nidegger. Au micro de Thierry Sartoretti, le duo raconte la particularité de ce TO ou Orangerie, à la fois théâtre, lieu de concert, de gastronomie et de fête au cœur dʹun parc tourné vers le Léman.

Bastien Semenzato et Céline Nidegger présentent la saison théâtrale du TO 2025. The post Un été autrement au Théâtre de l'Orangerie first appeared on Radio Vostok.

Bastien Semenzato et Céline Nidegger présentent la saison théâtrale du TO 2025. The post Un été autrement au Théâtre de l'Orangerie first appeared on Radio Vostok.

Pour le dernier entretien de La Librairie des étudiants au Printemps du livre de Grenoble, je vous propose de (re)découvrir l’entretien réalisé en direct avec Grégoire Bouillier pour son roman Le syndrome de l’Orangerie. En se rendant au musée de l’Orangerie à Paris,... Continue Reading →

Mateo bespricht den Fall eines Schweizer Staatsanwalts aus der Swingerszene und analysiert das Menu des Thurgauer Swingerclubs "Orangerie". Zudem werden Fragen beantwortet und neue Tour Termine angesagt.Mehr Podcast: https://www.patreon.com/mateogudenrathshowNeue Tour Termine: https://www.mateogudenrath.ch/#tickets

====================================================SUSCRIBETEhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNpffyr-7_zP1x1lS89ByaQ?sub_confirmation=1==================================================== DEVOCIÓN MATUTINA PARA ADULTOS 2025“CON JESÚS HOY”Narrado por: Exyomara AvilaDesde: Bogotá, ColombiaUna cortesía de DR'Ministries y Canaan Seventh-Day Adventist Church ===================|| www.drministries.org ||===================10 de MarzoNenúfares«Bienaventurados los de limpio corazón, porque verán a Dios» (Mat. 5: 8).Los lotos y los nenúfares son algunas de las flores que más me gustan. Aunque pertenecen a distintas familias, ambas especies tienen en común que crecen en aguas pantanosas, charcas, o lagunas y lagos poco profundos. Lo que más admiro de estas plantas es que se alimentan del lodo que se acumula en los fondos de esas zonas, pero de esa materia tan aparentemente impura producen unas flores de extraordinaria belleza.En diversas religiones orientales, como el budismo, así como entre los antiguos egipcios, lotos y nenúfares se consideraban flores sagradas, o al menos estaban asociadas a simbolismos religiosos relacionados con la pureza espiritual. Incluso están representadas en los capiteles de las columnas de algunos templos, como los de Luxor y Karnak.El significado de la flor de loto o del nenúfar en esas culturas casi se impone por sí mismo, ya que el agua lodosa que nutre la planta está asociada con el pecado y los deseos carnales, y la flor impecable que parece subir escapando de los fondos fangosos, en busca de la luz, representa la belleza de la pureza y de la elevación espiritual.Es interesante saber que el pintor Claude Monet concedió especial atención precisamente a los nenúfares, de los que pintó entre 1898 y 1926 unos 250 cuadros. Las tres últimas décadas de su vida están dedicadas casi exclusivamente a ese motivo. Su obra más conocida es sin duda la serie de ocho lienzos de gran formato que representan solo nenúfares en diversos momentos del día, inspirados en el jardín que el artista tenía en Giverny. Esta serie, que ocupa completamente la sala no 1 del Museo de la Orangerie de Paris, se conoce hoy como «la Capilla Sixtina del impresionismo». Se ha comentado que es la expresión de una experiencia espiritual, como si el espejo de agua sobre el que flotan los nenúfares fuera también el reflejo de las propias figuraciones del alma del artista en busca de pureza y quietud.En la cultura bíblica, el corazón es la sede metafórica de la vida moral. Ser puro de corazón, o tener el corazón limpio, significa estar libre de falsedad y de malicia en este centro íntimo de los pensamientos y de los sentimientos. Por eso algunas versiones traducen así esta declaración de Jesús: «Felices los que tienen limpia la conciencia, porque ellos verán a Dios» (BLP).Señor, deseo verte. Purifica mi corazón para que, como el nenúfar, se mantenga siempre limpio. 

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Klage gegen Citybahn. Streit um die Rü liegt jetzt beim Oberverwaltungsgericht. Viel Stau in und rund um Essen. Die alte Orangerie im Grugapark wird nächstes Jahr neu gestaltet. Kontrollen im Ostviertel. Centbeträge für den guten Zweck.

In seiner Karriere hat Felix Lestrat, seit 2022 Küchenchef im Romantik Hotel Friederikenhof in Lübeck-Oberbüssau, gelernt, seinem Team zu vertrauen, loslassen und Aufgaben abgeben zu können. Im Jahr 2012 absolvierte er hier seine Ausbildung zum Koch. Zwischenzeitlich war das 1998 vom Ehepaar Meyer aus einer Gutshofanlage umgebaute Landhotel im Jahr 2019 an das Hotelierpaar Johann Schulke & Brigitte Starzacher verkauft worden. Diese bauten den Friederikenhof zu einem 35-Zimmer-Ensemble mit Wellnessbereich aus. Lestrat durchlief Stationen in anspruchsvollen Restaurants, darunter bei Lutz Niemann in der Orangerie im Maritim Seehotel Timmendorfer Strand. In der 77. Episode spricht der Küchenmeister, der sich auch in der Köche-Nationalmannschaft engagierte, über die Wichtigkeit von Wettbewerben und die daraus resultierende Chancen für Berufsanfänger. Zudem geht es um das neue Konzept vom Restaurant 1857, das nach dem Geburtsjahr des Gutshauses benannt wurde. Denn Felix Lestrat möchte neben den Hotelgästen künftig Feinschmecker aus der Region mit einer Fine Dine Küche französischer Handschrift ansprechen. Dabei hilft auch die Teilnahme beim Schleswig-Holstein Gourmet Festival, wo Anfang November 2024 2-Sterne-Koch Jan-Philipp Berner vom Söl'ring Hof (Sylt) zusammen mit dem Team vom Friederikenhof die Gäste begeisterte.

Zu Gast in dieser Episode ist Marco Müller, der Drei-Sterne-Koch aus dem Berliner Restaurant Rutz. Schauplatz ist das Schleswig-Holstein Gourmet Festival im Maritim Seehotel Timmendorfer Strand. In der stilvollen Orangerie zaubert Marco Highlights seiner Spitzenküche und zeigt, wie aufregend regionale Zutaten sein können. Seit über 20 Jahren ist Marco dem Rutz treu und hat sich in dieser Zeit an die Spitze der deutschen Gastronomie gekocht – nicht durch Glitzer und Glammer, sondern durch echte Hingabe. Seine Mission: Perfekte Gerichte aus Zutaten, die manch einer vielleicht übersehen würde. Im Gespräch verrät er, wie ihn der Wald inspiriert, alles wird gesammelt und verarbeitet. Ob beim Joggen oder beim Angeln: Marco sammelt überall Inspirationen und verwandelt sie in Gerichte, die auf das Wesentliche reduziert, aber maximal brillant sind. Dabei war Marcos Begeisterung für die Küche schon als Kind nicht zu übersehen. Mit sieben Jahren perfektionierte er bereits seine ersten Eierkuchen – samt fluffigem Eischnee, den er sich aus einem Kochbuch abgeschaut hatte. Schon damals verbrachte er Stunden damit, die Rezepte seiner Oma und Mutter zu verbessern. Ob Kartoffelsalat oder Süßspeisen, Marcos Neugier und Experimentierfreude waren früh geweckt. Seine Liebe zu guten Produkten und ehrlichem Handwerk begann schon lange, bevor er überhaupt ans Kochen als Beruf dachte. Ein echtes Highlight: die Geschichte seines Karpfens. Fünf Jahre hat er getüftelt, bis der traditionelle Fisch so serviert werden konnte, dass er mit edlem Thunfisch konkurriert. Ob kristallklares Wasser, die richtige Größe oder die perfekte Zubereitung – hier wird nichts dem Zufall überlassen. So viel Leidenschaft zahlt sich aus! Beim Schleswig-Holstein Gourmet Festival präsentiert Marco Müller unter anderem ein raffiniertes Reh-Tatar mit Pimpinelle und überrascht mit einer kreativen Verbindung von Fisch und Gemüse. Seine Gerichte sind reduziert, klar und machen die Natur selbst zum Star. Ein Bissen reicht, und man weiß: Hier steckt Herzblut drin. Hört rein, wenn Marco über seinen Perfektionismus, seine Liebe zu regionalen Produkten und die kleinen Tricks plaudert, die aus guten Zutaten unvergessliche Gerichte machen. Eine Episode, die Lust auf Genuss, Natur und ein bisschen Abenteuer in der Küche macht! Foto: Ricarda Spiegel Links zu dieser Episode: https://rutz-restaurant.de https://www.gourmetfestival.de https://www.foodtalker.de Werbung - Diese Episode wird unterstützt und präsentiert von: IDM Südtirol: Agrarprodukte Südtirol bedeutet echten Genuss und Nachhaltigkeit: Von Äpfeln über Wein bis zu Milchprodukten – alles wird mit Hingabe und im Einklang mit der Natur hergestellt: Qualität fürs Leben https://www.suedtirol.info/de Der Große Restaurant & Hotel Guide: Ein Guide für Gäste - Inspirationen für Menschen mit Stil und Geschmack: https://www.der-grosse-guide.de

Zum 20. Jubiläum des Wintervarietés präsentiert das GOP Varieté-Theater Hannover vier künstlerisch dargestellte Jahreszeiten voller Artistik und Varieté-Kunst. Die Direktorin des GOP erzählt in der Sendung von der neuen Show „SEASONS“ in der Orangerie der Herrenhäuser Gärten.

Send us a textThe Noras kick off with a revisit with Kelsey mix cereal and the unexpected reality of serving sizes—thanks to a little thing called portion control. From guilty pleasure snacks to the quirky concept of "tasteful tantrums" as a stress-relief method, we explore the joyous chaos of navigating family life. Nora does her best to get Nora motivated to visit some of her favorite art museums. She in face gets so excited to share about her favorite spots that she barely lets Nora get a word in!  She tries to her best to "paint a picture" of the excitement of strolling through the Art Institute of Chicago or admiring Monet's water lilies at the Musée de l'Orangerie in Paris. We celebrate the beauty found in diverse art forms, from Chicago's architectural wonders to the fashion-forward exhibits at the Met's Costume Institute. Whether it's the grandeur of the National Portrait Gallery in London or the miniature marvels in Chicago, this episode is a love letter to the art that inspires and moves us.Then the Noras welcome their friend Rebecca Rivera to the studio for a real life example of the trendy world of customizable jewelry! She holds their hands as they choose their permanent bracelets and which wrist to put it on.  Rebecca explains all the customizable options J Bloom has to offer and how these versatile items cater to all ages with endless design and engraving options. We explore the sentimental value of matching sets and discuss the practicality of these pieces that can be easily removed and reattached. Wrapping up, we reflect on the joy of unexpected family time when soccer gets canceled and encourage you to join us on Instagram for more digital art inspiration.Mike Haggerty Buick GMCRight on the corner, right on the price! Head down to 93rd & Cicero & tell them the Noras sent you!Rosaria BeckerRosaria will provide uncompromised service & attention for your real estate needs.Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.

Ingwer ist zwar keine heimische Pflanze aber sicher allen bekannt. Er hat sooo viele wertvolle Eigenschaften, gerade jetzt in der kühleren Jahreszeit. Lasst euch überraschen. Es gibt tolle Kurse in der Orangerie in denen wir die Heilkraft der Gewürze erkunden.

Grégoire Bouillier: "Le syndrome de l'Orangerie" "Les Nymphéas" de Monet, exposés à lʹOrangerie de Paris, renfermeraient un cadavre. Cʹest la conviction du détective Bmore, double romanesque de lʹécrivain Grégoire Bouillier qui mène ici lʹenquête pour découvrir la source du trouble ressenti à la découverte de ces tableaux célèbres. Il est au micro de Nicolas Julliard. Retrouvez lʹintégralité de cet entretien dans le podcast de QWERTZ, la newsletter livres de la RTS, distribuée tous les vendredis dans votre boîte mail, sur abonnement gratuit.

Mood: personal, deep, validating Let's catch up on life in Paris, trends in perfume and street style and have a little "fireside chat" FDR style (lol, imagine) with Dominique on some career ennui. Table of Contents: 2:02 Summer Wrapped (Dominique's debrief) 5:37 "What if you don't give a sh*t about your career" deep dive (Validate Me Harder Daddy) 17:22 Dominique's Picks, September 2024 21:20 AMA from Instagram — Ask Dominique Anything Links you might want: Dominique en Rose Substack The perfumes: Bouquet Ideale, Xerjoff Jardin de l'Orangerie, Dries Van Noten Guidance 46, Amouage Cuir Béluga, Guerlain Music: Sicily Roadtrip playlist Jeans: Massimo Dutti, Zara Color: Chanel purple eyeshadow — IF YOU LOVED TODAY'S EPISODE, please leave us a five-star rating on whatever listening platform you found us on

Im Harz geboren hat Lutz Niemann 1984 seine berufliche Erfüllung im Maritim Seehotel Timmendorfer Strand gefunden. Der Küchendirektor des Gourmet-Restaurants Orangerie und F&B Manager für die 27 Maritim Hotels gibt interessante Einblicke in seine beachtliche Karriere. Dabei nimmt der Logistiker und anerkannter Ausbilder kein Blatt vor den Mund und sagt auch, warum er am Anfang als Küchenchef schon mal verbale Ausrutscher hatte. 30 Jahre blitzt ein Michelin-Stern über ihm und der Orangerie! Damit das so bleibt, hat Lutz Niemann sein Team perfekt für die Zukunft aufgestellt: Seine langjährigen Weggefährten Ralf Brönner als Restaurantleiter und Thomas Lemke als Küchenchef sind die Stabilisatoren. Neu im Führungsteam ist der junge Simone Melis als Doppelspitze, der zuletzt in Hamburger 2-Sterne-Restaurants am Herd stand. Mit Taro Bünemann hat Lutz Niemann einen sehr kreativen Chef-Patissier protegiert, dem er eine glänzende Karriere voraussagt. Schon zu Beginn seiner Orangerie-Zeit interessierte sich Lutz Niemann für das Schleswig-Holstein Gourmet Festival: „Ich wollte über den klassischen Tellerrand schauen.“ Erst kochte er bei Gastköchen wie Dieter und Jörg Müller sowie Fritz Schilling bei den Events mit. Dann wurde die Orangerie im Maritim Seehotel Mitglied in der Kooperation. Wie er Harald Wohlfahrt und Marco Müller davon überzeugen konnte, bei ihm als SHGF Gastkoch aufzutreten, was ihn mit Nelson Müller verbindet und welche schöne Anekdote er mit dem genialen Schauspieler Sir Peter Ustinov in der Orangerie erlebte, können Sie in der 73. Folge genießen!

Sorti en avril 2024, lʹalbum " Ennio " est un hommage au grand compositeur de film italien. Un disque imaginé et interprété par lʹharmoniciste suisse Grégoire Maret et par le pianiste français Romain Collin. Dans le cadre de la 12ème édition du Festival " Jazz sous les étoiles ", le duo donnera un concert de promotion, ce samedi 24 août dans la salle de lʹOrangerie de Crans-Montana à 19h. Grégoire Maret au micro de Layla Shlonsky

Publié aux éditions Ripopée le nouveau livre de lʹillustratrice André André (Sarah André) sʹappelle "Théâtres". Il traite dʹune pratique artistique quʹelle fréquente de près : les arts de la scène. Également scénographe et fondatrice de la compagnie théâtrale Old Masters, lʹartiste romande mélange brillamment dans ce nouvel ouvrage, illustration underground et dialogue caustique et profond. Une exposition de son œuvre est également à découvrir au Théâtre de lʹOrangerie jusquʹau 31 août 2024. Sarah André est au micro de Layla Shlonsky.

Fast in Rufweite zum Weingut von Günther Jauch, der in der 181. Episode von Genuss im Bus mein Gast am Mikrofon war, ist ein weiteres Spitzenweingut der Saar beheimatet. Cantzheim ist sein Name. Ganz anders als von Othegraven blickt es nicht auf eine Jahrhunderte lange Tradition zurück. Im Gegenteil. Es handelt sich um ein echtes Startup, eine Weingutsgründung, die Anna und Stephan Reimann im Jahr 2016 auf den Weg gebracht haben. Seither ist nicht viel Zeit vergangen und doch sind die Weine der beiden bereits in der Spitze der Region Saar angekommen. Es sind zeitlose Dokumente einer der aufregendsten Weinlandschaften Deutschlands, ohne jeden vordergründigen Charme, puristische, reine Weine ohne Lametta und schmückendes Beiwerk. Dafür brillieren sie mit Tiefe und Eleganz, mit zugleich tänzelnder Leichtigkeit und Komplexität, mit salziger Länge und einer so seidigen Textur, dass man sie streicheln möchte. Nur Zeit sollte man ihnen geben, denn ihren ganzen Reichtum zeigen sie nicht schon kurz nach der Flaschenfüllung. Immer mal wieder bin ich Ihnen begegnet, im Restaurant, beim Darmstädter Vinocentral oder bei einem Besuch des Saar-Riesling-Sommers. Dieser steht übrigens gerade wieder vor der Tür: am 24. und 25. August öffnen die Saar-Weingüter ihre Keller und Vinotheken und laden alle Interessierten ein, ihre Weine zu verkosten und mit den Machern ins Gespräch zu kommen. Eine wirklich tolle Gelegenheit - auch um diese wundervoll wilde Region mit all ihren Facetten einmal persönlich in Augenschein zu nehmen. Anna und Stephan Reimann vom Weingut Cantzheim sind natürlich auch mit von der Partie. In ihrer architektonisch ungemein ästhetisch gestalteten Orangerie schenken sie und die Gastwinzer Alexander Loersch von der Mosel und Simone Adams aus Ingelheim ihre Weine aus und geben Gelegenheit zum persönlichen Gespräch. All jenen, die am 25./26. August keine Zeit haben, lege ich das Wochenende 7./8. September ans Herz, denn dann präsentiert das Cantzheimer Winzerpaar Anna und Stephan den neuen Jahrgang. Weitere Infos finden sich auf der Website des Weinguts, die ich in den Shownotes zu dieser Episode gerne noch einmal verlinke.

Die Pläne für Abriss und Neubau und Orangerie im Grugapark wurden vorgestellt. Am Morgen gab es in Essen mehrere Unfälle. Es gab Schüsse in der Innenstadt, aber keine Täter. Die Feuerwehr Essen und die Feuerwehr Bochum planen eine gemeinsame Feuerwehr-Akademie in Bochum. Die Polizei vermeldet einen Erfolg gegen Fahrrad-Diebe. Beim Nato-Gipfel wurde bekanntgegeben, dass die USA Waffen in Deutschland stationieren will.

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Aujourd'hui, je reçois Saido Lehlouh, chorégraphe, membre du collectif FAIR-E et de Bad Trip Crew, artiste associé au Théâtre de la Ville. Dans sa dernière pièce "Témoin", un ballet avec 20 danseurs interprètes emblématiques de la scène hip-hop, il clôture un cycle de créations initié avec "Apaches" et affirme pleinement les marqueurs de son écriture.  Tour à tour curateur, performeur, breaker, danseur ou créateur, il raconte ses vies de danse en construction permanente et indissociables du hip-hop et du collectif. On l'écoute avec joie,

Today, Annie Sargent brings you a conversation with Elyse Rivin of Toulouse Guided Walks about the big events coming up in Paris in 2023. We also have a recap of how Paris museums have been doing since the pandemic. And Annie gets to do her own trip report and spills the beans on the best things she enjoyed in Paris in January 2023. Table of Contents for this Episode [00:00:16] Intro [00:00:38] Today on the podcast [00:01:10] Podcast supporters [00:04:00] New patrons [00:04:55] Next week on the podcast [00:05:30] Annie and Elyse – Coming Up in Paris [00:05:45] Museums in Paris since the pandemic [00:07:26] Centre Pompidou [00:07:51] Quai Branly [00:09:54] Versailles [00:12:50] The City of Paris museums [00:13:21] The Catacombs [00:15:41] Orangerie and Orsay [00:17:13] Edvard Munch [00:19:21] The Orsay Museum wants your to buy your tickets with their App [00:22:08] What's happening at the Orsay in 2023 [00:25:11] 7 Expos not to miss in Paris in 2023 [00:27:07] 50th anniversary of the death of Picasso [00:31:02] Museums outside of Paris [00:31:43] Paris needs to stop hogging all the art! [00:33:46] Annie's visit to Paris [00:37:25] Jacquemart-André Museum [00:38:48] Costcos in France [00:40:48] Cluny Museum [00:42:16] Visiting the newly reopened BnF Richelieu [00:44:38] Musee de la Liberation [00:46:28] Rue Daguerre [00:47:47] Bringing the dog to Paris [00:49:25] Long drive [00:49:46] Charging the car on the freeway [00:52:39] Copyright  

Water Lilies (series - Nymphéas in French)250 oil on canvas paintings by Claude Monet (b. 1840, d. 1926) created between 1897-1926ABOUT THIS EPISODE:In the episode, we explore a prolific series of paintings – Claude Monet's Water Lilies. In the last thirty years of his life, Monet painted more than 250 works in his Water Lilies series at his beloved gardens in Giverny, France.Paintings from Monet's Water Lilies series are on prominent display at museums all over the world, including Musée de l'Orangerie, Musée d'Orsay, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Museum of Modern Art, and Art Institute of Chicago.Water Lilies features Liz Lidgett Gallery artist Kit Porter. Ten Minute Masterpieces is hosted by art advisor Liz Lidgett and produced by Maribeth Romslo.MUSIC CREDITS:Creative Morning (Premium Beat)Claire de Lune from Suite Bergamasque, by Claude Debussy (Epidemic Sound)Watercolor Motion II by Trevor Kowalski (Epidemic Sound)RESEARCH AND LINKS OF INTERESTMonet's Water Lilies , Their History and Evolution (Art & Object) Claude Monet's Water Lilies (My Modern Met)How World War I Inspired Monet to Paint His Final Masterpieces (Open Culture)A Phenomenology of Display by Anthony Portulese (Rutgers Art Review)15 Facts About Monet's Water Lilies (Mental Floss)Color, Chemistry, and Creativity in Monet's Water Lilies (Artic.edu)Monet and Water Lilies (Museum Therapy)Could Monet See Like A Bee? (Science History Institute)Claude Monet and the Subjectivity of Color (Galileo's Pendulum)Water Lilies by Monet – The Magic of Water and Light TrailerArmistice Day (History.com)Armistice Soundwave by Coda To CodaOur Spotify playlist inspired by Monet's Water Lilies

Casey Armistead had her first visit to France as a solo traveler. You might think that someone who's coming to France for the first time is likely to stay in Paris the whole time or might have a limited itinerary. Not Casey! She wanted to see a lot more of France and she used trains and car rentals to see all the places she had in mind. Listen to hear about all the wonderful places she went. In this episode, Annie also discusses the 10 most cost efficient places to live in France as reported by Le Parisien newspaper. Episode Page | Guest Notes | Episode Transcript Table of Contents for this Episode [00:00:00] Intro [00:00:35] Today on the podcast [00:01:05] Podcast supporters [00:01:23] News update [00:02:06] First Visit to France as a Solo Traveler [00:02:14] Solo traveling [00:04:21] Begining the trip in Paris [00:04:58] Petite Beloy Hotel [00:05:39] Walking for hours in Paris [00:08:08] Latin Quarter walking tour [00:09:37] Dinner Cruise on Le Calife [00:12:25] Tulleries, Orangerie, Petite Palace [00:12:44] Audio Tour at the Orangerie [00:13:10] Petit Palais [00:13:31] Rodin Museum [00:14:14] Sacré Coeur [00:16:14] Montmartre [00:16:55] Lots of walking! [00:17:34] Walking to the Opera House [00:18:48] Safe as a solo traveler on the streets of Paris [00:19:14] Tips on taking the train in France [00:21:34] Renting a car at the Aix train station [00:22:40] Driving through Aix-en-Provence [00:25:46] La Maison de Marie B&B [00:28:40] Kayak experience from Collias in the Gard [00:30:28] Free music concerts for Fête de la Musique on June 21 [00:30:58] Avignon [00:33:40] Lavender fields in Sault [00:34:46] Buying gas in France [00:35:13] Horse back riding tour [00:35:56] Forcalquier [00:37:44] Tips for other solo visitors and first time visitors to France [00:40:29] Outro[00:40:29] Thank you, patrons [00:40:49] New patrons [00:41:04] Garlic soup [00:41:33] Preparing a trip to France? [00:42:25] Self-guided tours [00:43:02] The French baguette [00:45:13] Emmanuel Macron's visit to the US [00:47:15] Electric cars conundrum [00:49:31] Europe is very disparate [00:50:13] Great places to live in France [00:56:31] Personal update [00:57:23] Show notes and transcript [00:58:07] Next week on the podcast

Good News: The city of Amsterdam has created a fascinating way to help fight litter on their streets, Link HERE. The Good Word: The delightful poem “When The Frost Is On The Punkin” by James Whitcomb Riley. Good To Know: Another amazing bit of Parisian trivia! Good News: Construction works in England have unearthed one […]

Durante varios siglos constituyó uno de los puntos calientes de Europa. Ubicada en la margen izquierda del Rin, Estrasburgo ha sido históricamente objeto de deseo para alemanes y franceses y no fue hasta el final de la Segunda Guerra Mundial cuando se confirmó definitivamente su dependencia de París. El sufrimiento de su población, derivado del conflicto y continuo cambio de nacionalidad, fue recompensado a finales de los años cuarenta –al menos de forma simbólica– con la elección de la capital de Alsacia como sede de las entonces nacientes instituciones comunitarias. Hoy el Parlamento o el Tribunal Europeo de Derechos Humanos son dos de los hitos del nuevo barrio que se extiende en torno al Parc de l’Orangerie. Pero la ciudad del río Ill tiene otros dos grandes focos de atención: dos distritos declarados Patrimonio de la Humanidad. El primero es La Grande Île, isla fluvial donde se asienta el centro histórico medieval con sus pintorescas casas de entramado de madera y una enorme catedral gótica. El segundo, Neustadt, la nueva urbe levantada para conmemorar la victoria teutona en la Guerra Francoprusiana de 1870. En este paseo sonoro por Estrasburgo contamos con Maxime Boniface, cofundador de la empresa de alimentación vegana Väcka; los guías oficiales de Alsacia Iván de la Torre y Frédéric Zieger; la artista estrasburguesa Deva Sand; y Alice Kindmann-Martin, escritora de Lonely Planet residente en la ciudad. Escuchar audio

After a long hiatus, we are back with an update! Unfortunately Tamara and Kim both came down with COVID after returning from their respective spring break trips, which has delayed getting a new episode out. But this week Tamara fills us in on her adventures (and misadventures) on spring break and shares some of the highlights and tips from her week in Paris. Paris Trip Highlights This post contains affiliate links. If you click a link and make a purchase, we may receive a small commission. All opinions are our own. Tamara and her family stayed at Le Relais Saint Germain in the 6th Arrondissement See her full 5 days in Paris itinerary Tamara's Paris trip planning timeline and checklist You can also see Tamara's Paris travel tips One of the highlights was seeing Monet's Water Lilies at the Musee d'la Orangerie, relaxing in the Tuileries Gardens, and an amazing tour of the Louvre The tour was "Mona Lisa at her Quietest" by Take Walks / Walks of France Tamara also recommend the Ultimate Food Tour of the Marais neighborhood with Devour Tours She recommends skipping a river cruise on the Seine, or do it at night when everything is lit up Tamara and her family also didn't enjoy going up the Eiffel Tower, but if you want to do it, make sure you book tickets well in advance for a timed entry Two food highlights were the chef's tasting dinner at Ze Kitchen Galerie and lunch with Hannah at Cafe Recruitment For Paris, Tamara recommends the Bandolier phone case and lanyard as the perfect travel companion for easy access to your phone for taking pictures, directions, etc. She also liked the packable travel backpack from Travelon

Rick tours the medieval Cluny Museum, covers the classics at the Louvre and Orsay, and ponders Impressionism at the Rodin Museum and Orangerie. For European travel information, visit https://www.ricksteves.com.