Podcasts about Rouen

durée : 00:38:10 - Cultures Monde - par : Julie Gacon, Mélanie Chalandon - Frappes sur des petites embarcations, arraisonnage d'un cargo pétrolier, blocus naval du pays ... La pression états-unienne contre le régime de Nicolas Maduro ne fait qu'augmenter, au risque d'une confrontation militaire. - réalisation : Vivian Lecuivre - invités : Thomas Posado Maître de conférences en civilisation latino-américaine contemporaine à l'Université de Rouen et chercheur à l'ERIAC (Équipe de Recherche Interdisciplinaire sur les Aires Culturelles); Fabrice Andréani chargé de cours à l'Université Lumière-Lyon 2, où il termine une thèse sur les rapports des gauches françaises à la révolution chaviste au Venezuela

durée : 00:58:35 - Cultures Monde - par : Julie Gacon, Mélanie Chalandon - Comme chaque vendredi, une émission d'actualité en deux parties : retour de terrain avec Nicolas Skopinski qui rentre de Bosnie-Herzégovine, puis table-ronde sur la situation au Venezuela où la pression des Etats-Unis fragilise le régime de Nicolás Maduro. - réalisation : Vivian Lecuivre - invités : Nicolas Skopinski Journaliste indépendant; Thomas Posado Maître de conférences en civilisation latino-américaine contemporaine à l'Université de Rouen et chercheur à l'ERIAC (Équipe de Recherche Interdisciplinaire sur les Aires Culturelles); Fabrice Andréani chargé de cours à l'Université Lumière-Lyon 2, où il termine une thèse sur les rapports des gauches françaises à la révolution chaviste au Venezuela

C'est à Rouen que nous avons rencontré Edith et Hervé Autin. qui dirigent la Maison Autin de tapisserie-décoration fondée en 1906 et transmise depuis quatre générations.Dans cet échange, Edith revient sur ce qui fait la singularité de leur maison : le travail en famille, la relation de confiance avec leurs clients, la gestion de chantiers d'envergure, mais aussi les réalités très concrètes de la vie d'entreprise artisanale aujourd'hui.À travers son témoignage, Edith Autin montre à quel point un métier d'art se construit dans la durée, grâce à l'exigence, l'adaptation et la confiance. Le savoir-faire ne suffit pas, il faut évoluer avec ses clients, les contraintes économiques et toujours se remettre en question ! Cet interview a été réalisée à l'Atrium Normandie⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ lors de notre événement-rencontres à Rouen en partenariat avec ⁠l'Institut pour les Savoir-Faire Français. Pour participer aux prochains événements et rencontrer d'autres artisans d'art de votre région, rendez-vous sur notre ⁠⁠⁠agenda ⁠⁠⁠!Si vous avez aimé l'épisode, n'oubliez pas les 5 étoiles sur Apple podcast ou Spotify ;)Enfin, si vous voulez décrypter l'artisanat d'art avec nous, inscrivez-vous à notre⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ newsletter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ et rejoignez-nous sur les réseaux sociaux @⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠artisansdavenir⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠,⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠,⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Linkedin⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠).Si vous voulez acheter le livre "Profession artisan d'art" que nous avons écrit, il est disponible dans toutes les librairies et peut se commander ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠depuis notre site internet⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.Pour nous rejoindre, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ c'est par ici⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!

Donald Trump a instauré un blocus de tous les navires transportant du pétrole de et vers le Venezuela. En effet, le président américain accuse le régime de Caracas d'utiliser le pétrole pour financer « le narcoterrorisme, la traite d'êtres humains, les meurtres et les enlèvements ». Quelles conséquences peuvent entrainer ce blocus ? Éléments de réponse avec Thomas Posado, maître de conférences en civilisation latino-américaine à l'université de Rouen, auteur du livre Venezuela, de la révolution à l'effondrement, aux Presses universitaires du Midi. À lire aussiLes Vénézuéliens inquiets après les menaces de Donald Trump sur les pétroliers sous sanctions

durée : 00:58:44 - Être et savoir - par : Louise Tourret - Issues d'un partenariat entre le ministère de l'éducation et celui des armées les classes de défense et de sécurité globales (CDSG) se multiplient en France. Dans quel objectif ? - invités : Claire Guéville Professeure certifiée d'Histoire géographie au lycée à Sotteville-lès-Rouen (académie de Normandie).; Guillaume Ancel Ancien officier et chroniqueur de guerre.; Sophie Cinquin-Strobel Professeure de géographie en lycée (académie de Versailles), responsable d'une classe défense et membre du groupe de travail académique sur l'enseignement à la défense.

Rencontre avec le Crédit Coopératif, une banque issue de l'ESS engagée ! Enregistrée le 29 novembre à la Halle aux Toiles dans le cadre d'un Autre Marché organisé par la Ville de Rouen.Ce podcast a été produit par TST Radio

History remembers Joan of Arc as a saint, a martyr, and a symbol of faith.This episode remembers her as a frightened teenage girl, tied to a post in Rouen in 1431, as the fire climbed and the crowd watched. Told through the eyes of a clerk who stood close enough to feel the heat, this Dark Witness account strips away legend and leaves only what it was like to be there.The second story shifts to rural Oregon in the late 1990s. A quiet forest road. A stalled truck. Three lights in the sky. An hour of missing time — and an encounter that follows the witness home.Separated by centuries, these two testimonies share the same truth: when you stand too close to history or the unknown, it never truly lets you go.Dark Witness presents first-person accounts of execution, fear, and encounters that defy explanation — where horror is not imagined… only remembered.

durée : 02:00:08 - Le 5/7 - A 5h45 : Jérôme Robert, directeur de la banque alimentaire de Rouen et sa région A 6h20 : Pierre Fabing, vétérinaire, chroniqueur sur ICI Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:05:48 - Déjà debout - par : Mathilde MUNOS - Jérôme Robert, directeur de la banque alimentaire de Rouen et sa région est l'invité Déjà debout du jour. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:05:48 - Déjà debout - par : Mathilde MUNOS - Jérôme Robert, directeur de la banque alimentaire de Rouen et sa région est l'invité Déjà debout du jour. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

C'est un tournant dans la politique étrangère américaine : publié le 5 décembre par l'administration Trump, la Stratégie de sécurité nationale appelle à restaurer la suprématie américaine sur l'Amérique latine, à lutter contre l'immigration incontrôlée, contre les menaces transfrontalières comme la drogue ou le terrorisme et réactive la doctrine Monroe qui, en 1823, interdisait toute intervention européenne sur le continent américain et réciproquement toute ingérence américaine dans les affaires européennes.   Aujourd'hui, Donald Trump va plus loin et l'assume. Il étrille les Européens et revendique l'Amérique latine comme sa chasse gardée. Pas question de laisser un pays adverse y positionner des forces ou exploiter des ressources stratégiquement vitales pour les États-Unis. Le document justifie le redéploiement des forces militaires américaines et même l'utilisation de la force létale. Des lignes qui expliquent la guerre engagée, depuis fin août 2025, par Donald Trump dans la mer des Caraïbes, au large du Venezuela, pour lutter contre le narcotrafic, avec une armada militaire impressionnante. En 3 mois, les frappes américaines contre des bateaux accusés sans preuve de transporter de la drogue ont fait plus de 80 morts. L'ONU dénonce des exécutions extrajudiciaires. Le président Nicolas Maduro, lui, voit dans le déploiement américain un prétexte pour le renverser et s'emparer des réserves pétrolières de son pays... Et la tension est encore montée cette semaine. Dans une interview au site Politico mardi, Donald Trump a déclaré à propos de Maduro «ses jours sont comptés» tout en évitant de répondre sur l'envoi de troupes américaines au sol.  Jusqu'où ira Donald Trump au Venezuela : veut-il vraiment combattre les narcotrafiquants ou d'abord faire tomber sa bête noire, Nicolas Maduro ?  Comment les États-Unis comptent-ils contrer l'accès de la Russie et de la Chine aux ressources pétrolières et minières du continent sud-américain ? Quelle est l'influence de Washington sur la contagion populiste qui frappe la région ? Ce bras de fer Trump/Maduro illustre-t-il le retour de l'interventionnisme américain en Amérique latine ? Avec - Maud Quessard, spécialiste de politique étrangère américaine, directrice du domaine «Europe, Espace Transatlantique Russie» à l'IRSEM. Autrice de «La puissance sans principe. Géopolitique du trumpisme», étude de l'Irsem N°126 parue en septembre 2025 - Thomas Posado, maître de conférences en Civilisation latino-américaine contemporaine à l'Université de Rouen, auteur de «Venezuela : de la révolution à l'effondrement», aux Presses Universitaires du Midi - Jean-Jacques Kourliansky, directeur de l'Observatoire de l'Amérique latine et des Caraïbes à la fondation Jean Jaurès, a publié «Progressisme et démocratie en Amérique latine 2000-2021» aux éditions de l'Aube.

Aujourd'hui, on va découvrir ensemble l'histoire de l'Atelier des ABCDaires. Au tout départ, il y a quasi 35 ans, cette marque proposait des kits de broderie et de point de croix et c'est la grande soeur de Bénédicte qui en était à l'origine. Bénédicte nous raconte ce que c'est que d'avoir une première boutique, à Lyon, puis une deuxième à Nancy. Elle nous parle de leur développement autour du patchwork, de cette période particulièrement faste, où la concurrence n'était pas aussi présente que maintenant. Et puis, elle nous raconte comment, avec son mari Laurent, ils sillonnent les routes de France 9 mois dans l'année pour aller à la rencontre de ses clientes de salons en salons. J'ai beaucoup apprécié notre conversation, car Bénédicte nous retrace avec beaucoup de transparence et de lucidité comment l'entreprise a changé au fil des années et s'est adaptée à l'évolution du marché. Comme pour l'épisode 99 avec Boho and wood Macramé, je dois cette très chouette rencontre à Sandra, l'organisatrice des salons de loisirs créatifs Mille et une idées et qui a coproduit également le salon Créativa Rouen et j'en profite pour la remercier à nouveau. Bénédicte a donc choisi de raconter son aventure entrepreneuriale à mon micro et me rémunère donc pour cet épisode ensemble. Vous le savez, animer ce podcast est une passion, mais c'est aussi mon travail désormais, alors le soutien de marques comme celle de Bénédicte est particulièrement important pour moi, pour que je puisse continuer à partager toutes ces très jolies histoires. Avant de partager avec vous cet épisode, je tiens également à remercier Anne-Lise, de la marque Rose de Biboun, pour son soutien sur Tipeee ! Anne-Lise, vous la connaissez peut-être déjà, car je l'ai reçue dans l'épisode 34. La passion créative d'Anne-Lise, c'est la gravure de tampons. Elle en a fait son métier, elle est même reconnue comme artisan d'art ! Alors si vous voulez créer votre propre tampon, pour un logo par exemple, je vous invite vivement à aller suivre le travail d'Anne-Lise sur rosedebiboun.fr et sur Instagram bien sûr ! Bonne écoute !Mélanie

Pendant 2 500 ans, des scientifiques, des astronomes et des navigateurs ont utilisé les méridiens pour mesurer le monde. Les méridiens qui sont aussi des instruments de pouvoir et de domination quand il s'agit de partager le monde et d'établir des frontières. Enfin les méridiens ont imposé des mesures du temps et le système métrique.  Avec :  - Fabrice Argounès, géographe et géohistorien rattaché à l'INSPE et à l'Université de Rouen, auteur de Méridiens - mesurer, partager, dominer le monde (CNRS éditions).

Ce podcast a été produit par TST Radio

La ressourcerie Resistes permet chaque année de revaloriser des dons au sein de leur ressourcerie. Interview enregistrée lors d'Un Autre Marché le 29 novembre à la Halle Aux Toiles de Rouen organisé par la Ville de Rouen

A new Drone Emergency Medical Services (DEMS) has now entered operational service in the Forges-les-Eaux area in Normandy, where the system is fully integrated into the regional emergency dispatch chain for suspected cardiac arrest. This marks a significant step in the development of drone-supported emergency medical care in France and means the service is now used in real emergency calls to shorten time to first medical intervention. The drone system is operated by Everdrone in close collaboration with the French emergency dispatch centers (SAMU) and delivers an automated external defibrillator (AED) to the site of a suspected cardiac arrest within minutes - often several minutes before the ambulance arrives. Drone service to deliver automated defibrillators In cases of out-of-hospital cardiac arrest, the chance of survival decreases by approximately 7-10 percent for every minute without defibrillation, making early access to an AED absolutely critical. By shortening the time to first intervention, the DEMS service addresses one of the most decisive moments in the entire chain of survival. The project was initiated by Rouen SAMU, where Medical Director Dr. Cédric Damm early on recognized the potential of Everdrone's DEMS model to shorten response times in cardiac arrest cases. The SAMU has worked closely with Delivrone - the leading medical drone operator in France - to implement a solution, and since 2022 Everdrone and Delivrone have collaborated to provide French hospitals with a state-of-the-art DEMS capability. Implementation in Normandy is carried out together with Delivrone, CHU Rouen Normandie (the university hospital in Rouen), Région Normandie, and Mairie de Forges-les-Eaux. Together, these organizations form a long-term partnership with a clear objective: reducing time to first medical action and thereby strengthening survival prospects in out-of-hospital cardiac arrest. The system in Normandy is based on Everdrone's established DEMS platform, which has been in operational service in Sweden since 2022. The Swedish results - demonstrating clear time savings and improved access to AEDs - have been central in shaping the French service. "Having our system now used in live emergency calls in Normandy demonstrates how quickly DEMS technology can create tangible value. Together with our regional partners, we are taking an important step toward giving more patients life-saving support several minutes earlier than is possible today," says Mats Sällström, CEO of Everdrone. "In cases of cardiac arrest, every minute is critical, and the ability to place an AED on-site several minutes earlier can directly influence a patient's chance of survival. By integrating Everdrone's DEMS system into our dispatch chain, we gain a valuable complement that strengthens our ability to act quickly in the most time-sensitive situations. The project in Normandy shows that drone deliveries can become a natural and effective part of the emergency medical care of the future," says Dr. Cédric Damm, Medical Director, SAMU 76 Rouen. About Everdrone Everdrone AB is a leading provider of autonomous drone systems for emergency response and healthcare, headquartered in Gothenburg, Sweden. Its proprietary technology enables the extremely rapid delivery of life-saving medical equipment - such as automated external defibrillators (AEDs) - directly to the scene, while also providing real-time video support to emergency dispatchers. Known for safe, regulatory-compliant operations in urban areas, the company collaborates with public authorities to integrate its systems with existing emergency infrastructure. Everdrone's work has been featured in leading medical journals, including The Lancet and The New England Journal of Medicine, and gained international attention as the first to save a life using an autonomous drone. The company is expanding internationally, with pilot programs and collaborations across Europe. For more information, visit everdrone.com an...

Les Tatas Fripées sont venues à notre micro lors de l'Autre Marché de l'ESS. Interview enregistrée lors d'Un Autre Marché le 29 novembre à la Halle Aux Toiles de Rouen organisé par la Ville de Rouen

Rencontre avec Adrien de l'association Normandie Équitable qui est un réseau de professionnels qui proposent des alternatives dans plein de secteurs d'activités différents. Interview enregistrée lors d'Un Autre Marché le 29 novembre à la Halle Aux Toiles de Rouen organisé par la Ville de Rouen

"Home Exchange in France: Real Experiences & Secrets to Affordable Travel" – Ever wish you could explore France without breaking the bank? In this episode of Join Us in France, host Annie Sargent talks with Mali Arnstad, a home exchange expert with 14 years of experience swapping homes across France and beyond. Together, they reveal how you can travel for free—yes, free—by staying in local homes, borrowing cars, and even pet-sitting. This isn't just theory; it's packed with real stories, practical tips, and a few surprises from Annie's own recent home exchange adventures in Poitiers, Rouen, Paris, and Vichy. Listen to this episode ad-free Mali Arnstad, a mom of three from Norway, shares how her family has swapped homes in Brittany, Paris, Bordeaux, and the sun-soaked Atlantic coast. She breaks down the two main types of exchanges: simultaneous swaps (you stay in their home while they stay in yours) and the guest points system (earn credits by hosting others). Annie adds her fresh perspective after testing it herself—some stays were fantastic, others… well, let's just say she learned the hard way why you should always check the amenities. (Spoiler: One Parisian apartment had a "no washing machine" rule that wasn't in the listing!) You'll discover how to find trustworthy swaps, what to expect when staying in someone else's home, and why this is the ultimate way to experience France like a local. Mali's hosts have sent her to hidden beaches, night picnics by Roman bridges, and flea markets only locals know about.  Want to save thousands on accommodation? Mali explains how to list your home, what to include in your profile, and how to avoid common pitfalls. Annie's tip? Expand your search beyond big cities. Some of the best swaps are in smaller towns or departments like Vienne (for Poitiers) or Allier (for Vichy). And yes, you can even swap cars! Mali's family has driven French cars through Brittany and parked in private driveways in Montpellier. This episode is your guide to traveling France smarter, deeper, and cheaper. Whether you're a solo traveler, a family, or a retiree, home exchange could be your ticket to unforgettable trips. So if you've ever dreamed of sipping wine on a Parisian balcony or biking to Les Dunes du Pilat—without the hotel bill—this is for you. Hit subscribe on your favorite podcast app so you never miss an episode of Join Us in France. Ready to swap? Start listening now.

durée : 00:08:40 - Le Reportage d'On n'arrête pas l'éco - L'aérien veut-il et peut-il passer au vert ? Et qui va payer le surcoût ? Ce samedi, Anaëlle Verzaux se penche, dans son reportage, sur les carburants durables prévus pour monter en puissance. En commençant près de Rouen, sur le site d'une future usine qui sera opérationnelle d'ici quelques années. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Rencontre avec Madesoso, une nouvelle maison d'édition associative à Rouen Interview enregistrée lors d'Un Autre Marché le 29 novembre à la Halle Aux Toiles de Rouen organisé par la Ville de Rouen

Rencontre avec Djamila de l'association Awinkaa Tribe Interview enregistrée lors d'Un Autre Marché le 29 novembre à la Halle Aux Toiles de Rouen organisé par la Ville de Rouen

Dans cette émission, on part à la rencontre de l'artiste Lux Ornot, qui nous vient de Rouen. Il est venu nous parler de son dernier EP qui s'appelle Hubbub, sorti le 21 novembre dernier.

Rencontre avec Camille, de la ressourcerie Renaitre à Oissel. Interview enregistrée lors d'Un Autre Marché le 29 novembre à la Halle Aux Toiles de Rouen organisé par la Ville de Rouen

C dans l'air du 2 décembre 2025 - Budget: c'est maintenant que tout se joue!Alors que les débats sur la fiscalité font rage au Parlement, un rapport publié ce lundi par le Conseil des prélèvements obligatoires, un organisme indépendant rattaché à la Cour des comptes, jette un nouveau pavé dans la mare de la taxation du patrimoine.Dès son préambule, les experts du CPO partent d'un constat déjà largement documenté par les études économiques : le patrimoine progresse plus rapidement que les revenus, et il se concentre entre les mains de peu d'individus. Ainsi, les 10 % les plus riches détiennent 60 % du patrimoine total. Surtout, 1 % de la population détient 27 % de la richesse nationale.En réponse, ils défendent la nécessité d'une refonte globale de l'imposition du patrimoine, dont le montant total a atteint 113,2 milliards d'euros en 2024, l'un des plus élevés des pays membres de l'OCDE. Pour cela, ils mettent sur la table deux scénarios pour taxer les plus hauts patrimoines. Ces derniers proposent notamment de taxer les holdings et les liquidités qui s'y trouvent lorsqu'elles sont restées longtemps intouchées, les biens professionnels au moment de la transmission, une refonte du pacte Dutreil ou encore la création d'un impôt différentiel sur la fortune personnelle, s'inspirant du principe de l'impôt plancher défendu par Gabriel Zucman. Par ailleurs, les hauts patrimoines ne seraient pas les seuls concernés. Selon les Sages de la rue Cambon, l'épargne réglementée, c'est-à-dire les Livrets A ou les livrets de développement durable et solidaire (LDDS), devrait être réduite. Ils préconisent aussi « un rapprochement plus marqué de l'imposition des locations meublées et non meublées », ainsi qu'une « diminution des droits de mutation à titre onéreux », aussi appelés frais de notaire.Autant de pistes préconisées par le Conseil des prélèvements obligatoires qui pourraient raviver les débats alors que les discussions sur le projet de loi de financement de la Sécu recommencent ce mardi dans l'hémicycle de l'Assemblée, pour une seconde lecture. Le Premier ministre a reçu lundi, à Matignon, les responsables socialistes. À l'orée de dix jours cruciaux, chacun fait monter la pression sur l'autre. Le patron d'Horizons, Édouard Philippe, ce mardi matin, a ouvert la voie à un vote contre ou une abstention lors du bureau politique de sa formation.En décembre 2024, c'est sur le budget de la Sécu que Michel Barnier était tombé. Un an après, un vote en bonne et due forme, semble extrêmement complexe et certains commencent à évoquer l'idée d'un éventuel recours au 49.3. Mais le Premier ministre, Sébastien Lecornu, l'avait annoncé début octobre, répondant à une exigence du Parti socialiste : il n'utilisera pas l'article 49.3 de la Constitution pour faire passer les textes budgétaires à l'Assemblée nationale.Alors, le gouvernement pourrait-il finalement avoir recours à l'article 49.3 de la Constitution pour faire adopter l'un de ses textes budgétaires ? Que se passe-t-il si l'Assemblée nationale n'adopte pas le budget ? Quelles conséquences pour les finances publiques et les entreprises ? La construction du budget 2026 inquiète nombre de chefs d'entreprise, dont certains sont confrontés à d'importants problèmes de trésorerie du fait des retards de paiement dans le secteur public, notamment du côté des collectivités territoriales. Nous sommes allés à la rencontre de plusieurs d'entre eux.Nos experts :- Jérôme JAFFRÉ - Politologue - Chercheur associé au CEVIPOF- Nathalie SCHUCK - Grand reporter au service politique - Le Point  - Louis HAUSALTER - Journaliste politique – Le Figaro- Emmanuel DUTEIL - Directeur de la rédaction - L'Usine Nouvelle - Anne-Charlène BEZZINA - Constitutionnaliste et politologue, maître de conférences en droit public - Université de Rouen et Sciences Po

C dans l'air du 2 décembre 2025 - Budget: c'est maintenant que tout se joue!Nos experts :- Jérôme JAFFRÉ - Politologue - Chercheur associé au CEVIPOF- Nathalie SCHUCK - Grand reporter au service politique - Le Point - Louis HAUSALTER - Journaliste politique – Le Figaro- Emmanuel DUTEIL - Directeur de la rédaction - L'Usine Nouvelle - Anne-Charlène BEZZINA - Constitutionnaliste et politologue, maître de conférences en droit public - Université de Rouen et Sciences Po

C dans l'air du 2 décembre 2025 - Budget: c'est maintenant que tout se joue!Alors que les débats sur la fiscalité font rage au Parlement, un rapport publié ce lundi par le Conseil des prélèvements obligatoires, un organisme indépendant rattaché à la Cour des comptes, jette un nouveau pavé dans la mare de la taxation du patrimoine.Dès son préambule, les experts du CPO partent d'un constat déjà largement documenté par les études économiques : le patrimoine progresse plus rapidement que les revenus, et il se concentre entre les mains de peu d'individus. Ainsi, les 10 % les plus riches détiennent 60 % du patrimoine total. Surtout, 1 % de la population détient 27 % de la richesse nationale.En réponse, ils défendent la nécessité d'une refonte globale de l'imposition du patrimoine, dont le montant total a atteint 113,2 milliards d'euros en 2024, l'un des plus élevés des pays membres de l'OCDE. Pour cela, ils mettent sur la table deux scénarios pour taxer les plus hauts patrimoines. Ces derniers proposent notamment de taxer les holdings et les liquidités qui s'y trouvent lorsqu'elles sont restées longtemps intouchées, les biens professionnels au moment de la transmission, une refonte du pacte Dutreil ou encore la création d'un impôt différentiel sur la fortune personnelle, s'inspirant du principe de l'impôt plancher défendu par Gabriel Zucman. Par ailleurs, les hauts patrimoines ne seraient pas les seuls concernés. Selon les Sages de la rue Cambon, l'épargne réglementée, c'est-à-dire les Livrets A ou les livrets de développement durable et solidaire (LDDS), devrait être réduite. Ils préconisent aussi « un rapprochement plus marqué de l'imposition des locations meublées et non meublées », ainsi qu'une « diminution des droits de mutation à titre onéreux », aussi appelés frais de notaire.Autant de pistes préconisées par le Conseil des prélèvements obligatoires qui pourraient raviver les débats alors que les discussions sur le projet de loi de financement de la Sécu recommencent ce mardi dans l'hémicycle de l'Assemblée, pour une seconde lecture. Le Premier ministre a reçu lundi, à Matignon, les responsables socialistes. À l'orée de dix jours cruciaux, chacun fait monter la pression sur l'autre. Le patron d'Horizons, Édouard Philippe, ce mardi matin, a ouvert la voie à un vote contre ou une abstention lors du bureau politique de sa formation.En décembre 2024, c'est sur le budget de la Sécu que Michel Barnier était tombé. Un an après, un vote en bonne et due forme, semble extrêmement complexe et certains commencent à évoquer l'idée d'un éventuel recours au 49.3. Mais le Premier ministre, Sébastien Lecornu, l'avait annoncé début octobre, répondant à une exigence du Parti socialiste : il n'utilisera pas l'article 49.3 de la Constitution pour faire passer les textes budgétaires à l'Assemblée nationale.Alors, le gouvernement pourrait-il finalement avoir recours à l'article 49.3 de la Constitution pour faire adopter l'un de ses textes budgétaires ? Que se passe-t-il si l'Assemblée nationale n'adopte pas le budget ? Quelles conséquences pour les finances publiques et les entreprises ? La construction du budget 2026 inquiète nombre de chefs d'entreprise, dont certains sont confrontés à d'importants problèmes de trésorerie du fait des retards de paiement dans le secteur public, notamment du côté des collectivités territoriales. Nous sommes allés à la rencontre de plusieurs d'entre eux.Nos experts :- Jérôme JAFFRÉ - Politologue - Chercheur associé au CEVIPOF- Nathalie SCHUCK - Grand reporter au service politique - Le Point - Louis HAUSALTER - Journaliste politique – Le Figaro- Emmanuel DUTEIL - Directeur de la rédaction - L'Usine Nouvelle - Anne-Charlène BEZZINA - Constitutionnaliste et politologue, maître de conférences en droit public - Université de Rouen et Sciences Po

C dans l'air du 2 décembre 2025 - Budget: c'est maintenant que tout se joue!Nos experts :- Jérôme JAFFRÉ - Politologue - Chercheur associé au CEVIPOF- Nathalie SCHUCK - Grand reporter au service politique - Le Point  - Louis HAUSALTER - Journaliste politique – Le Figaro- Emmanuel DUTEIL - Directeur de la rédaction - L'Usine Nouvelle - Anne-Charlène BEZZINA - Constitutionnaliste et politologue, maître de conférences en droit public - Université de Rouen et Sciences Po

Retrouvez l'interview de Marion Mouilliere de l'association A deux mains association ! Interview enregistrée lors d'Un Autre Marché le 29 novembre à la Halle Aux Toiles de Rouen organisé par Réseau ESS Rouen

durée : 00:05:25 - C'est une chanson - par : Frédéric Pommier - Originaire de Rouen, il a sorti au printemps son 1er album, "C'est quand même bizarre", et sera en concert le 3 décembre au Trabendo à Paris. Au micro de Frédéric Pommier, jean évoque le tube de l'Américain Rupert Holmes "Escape (The Piña Colada Song)", une chanson dont il aime beaucoup l'histoire. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:05:54 - L'invité de 6h20 - par : Mathilde MUNOS - Après un mois à l'Assemblée, le projet de budget de l'État arrive au Sénat, avec toujours un calendrier ultra serré et l'hypothèse d'un compromis politique bien mince. Anne-Charlène Bezzina, constitutionnaliste, maîtresse de conférence en droit public à l'université de Rouen est notre invitée - invités : Anne-Charlène Bezzina - Anne-Charlène Bezzina : Constitutionnaliste et enseignante française Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

L'info du matin - Ce matin, Grégory Ascher et Erika Moulet ont parlé d'une maison capable de rester à 23° sans aucun chauffage. Le winner du jour - Depuis quatre ans, notre winner fait semblant de biper les articles de sa cliente en difficulté. - En Autriche, un touriste ivre se retrouve coincé dans un trou de 30 cm. Le flashback du jour - Décembre 1997 : Florent Pagny est numéro 1 du Top 50 avec "Savoir Aimer". Sortie également du film de cape et d'épée "Le Bossu" avec Daniel Auteuil. Les savoirs inutiles - Pourquoi certains cheveux sont raides et d'autres bouclés : tout se joue dans le bulbe. Droit = raide, courbé = bouclé. La chanson du jour - Chris Isaak "Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing" 3 choses à savoir sur Alain Chabat Qu'est-ce qu'on demande ? - Noël approche et Grégory Ascher et Erika Moulet donnent un coup de main au Père Noël : des cadeaux sont à gagner sur la page Instagram du Double Expresso RTL2. Le jeu surprise (Le petit quiz) - Manon de Pissy-Pôville (vers Rouen) gagne un séjour 2 jours / 1 nuit en famille au Parc Astérix. La Banque RTL2 - Amandine de Bourges gagne une mini enceinte insubmersible Lexon Mino X. - Aurélie de Vénérand (vers Saintes) remporte 350 €. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

It's Doctor Who's 62nd anniversary - hurrah! To commemorate the occasion, we take an in-depth look at Dr Who and the Spare-Part People (also known as The Brain Drain, but given Big Finish recently did a Third Doctor tale with that title - totally unrelated - we're using The Spare-Part People!). Originally written by Jon Pertwee and his friend Reed de Rouen, this was pitched around the time of Season 7 to the production office, but never made. We bring you readings of the full plot breakdown, complete with a Radiophonic Workshop score, and our thoughts on the outline. Should it have been developed? Tune in and decide for yourself!

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Surely Henry V can't like what he's about to do, but he knows enough about what cruelty can deliver. It's 1418 and his forces have been instructed to lay siege to Normandy's glittering capital, Rouen. If he takes this city, Henry places himself in prime position to take the French crown. With this stakes this high, Rouen's starved and desperate citizens call for help from Paris. It falls on deaf ears.  To hear about the last time an English monarch invaded France, listen back to The Battle of Crecy in season 6.  Remember, you can always delve deeper into the history behind each episode by becoming a This Is History Royal Favourite on Patreon. In addition to ad-free listening and bonus episodes — now available to watch on video — you get to chat with mediaeval buffs from around the world, chat with Dan and the team, and get exclusive access to behind the scenes extras just for favourites.  Don't miss out. Sign up at patreon.com/thisishistory  –  A Sony Music Entertainment production.  Find more great podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts  To bring your brand to life in this podcast, email podcastadsales@sonymusic.com  Learn more about your ad choices.  Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices  Written and presented by Dan Jones Producer - Alan Weedon  Senior Producer - Dominic Tyerman Executive Producer - Simon Poole Production Manager - Jen Mistri  Production coordinator - Eric Ryan  Sound Design and Mixing - Amber Devereux Head of content - Chris Skinner Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Vous pourrez retrouver Gaëtan Roussel en tournée en 2026 : -le 20 mai au Zénith de Dijon -le 23 mai au Zénith de Rouen -le 27 mai au Zénith de Paris, ainsi que partout en France Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Ivana Mulatero"Jean Gaumy. Baìo e Montagna"Museo Mallé, Dronerowww.museomalle.orgDal 15 novembre 2025 al 25 gennaio 2026 sarà allestita al Museo Mallé di Dronero (CN) la mostra “JEAN GAUMY. Baìo e Montagna”, che propone 44 fotografie donate da Jean Gaumy (Pontaillac, 1948), noto fotografo francese membro dell'Agenzia Magnum e dell'Institut de France (Académie des Beaux Arts).La mostra è promossa da Fondazione CRC e dal Museo Mallé di Dronero – con il patrocinio del Comune di Dronero, del Museo Etnografico di Sampeyre, della Provincia di Cuneo e della Regione Piemonte – nell'ambito del Progetto “Donare”, con il quale la Fondazione accoglie donazioni da parte di privati e le valorizza attivando collaborazioni con istituzioni del territorio. Grazie a testi critici di Fredo Valla, la mostra restituisce e racconta in modo originale il lavoro svolto da Jean Gaumy con alcuni reportage fotografici nelle vallate alpine cuneesi tra il 2003 e il 2017. Nella prima sala sarà possibile ammirare 14 fotografie in bianco e nero delle vallate alpine, mentre nella seconda e nella terza sala saranno esposte 30 fotografie a colori della Baìo con alcuni costumi e video gentilmente concessi dal Museo Storico-Etnografico di Sampeyre.“Con questa iniziativa, che nasce nell'ambito del progetto Donare, il prezioso corpus di fotografie di Jean Gaumy viene valorizzato e messo a disposizione della nostra comunità grazie ad una collocazione stabile presso il Museo Mallè di Dronero” aggiunge Mauro Gola, presidente di Fondazione CRC. “Una mostra che diventa occasione per riflettere, attraverso questi scatti, sul valore e sull'eredità culturale e ambientale dei territori montani, che rappresentano un tratto distintivo della nostra provincia”. Il corpus di opere firmate dal fotografo Jean Gaumy, che viene donato in comodato d'uso gratuito al Museo Mallé, trova una coerente e naturale storia su cui depositarsi. Come racconta la direttrice del Museo Mallé, Ivana Mulatero: “Le famiglie Mallé-Demichelis e Giordano, nonni di Luigi Mallé, fondatore del museo, amavano, come d'altronde nella moda del tempo, farsi fotografare, e ci hanno lasciato un insieme di documenti di qualità, come sottolinea il repertorio con centinaia di fotografie datate dal 1868 al 1940, conservato nei depositi. Il credito verso il nuovo linguaggio fotografico attesta la precoce consuetudine dei Mallé con quel nuovo mezzo di comunicazione e nel contempo ne rivela il valore e l'importanza da essi accordata alla funzione rappresentativa delle immagini. L'attenzione per il linguaggio della fotografia consolida una identità familiare per immagini, ma, per estensione, rilancia all'intero patrimonio raccolto da Luigi Mallé e donato alla comunità dronerese”.LA BAÌO  La Baìo è una festa tradizionale che si svolge solitamente ogni cinque anni (la prossima edizione è prevista per il 2028) nel comune di Sampeyre, in Valle Varaita, nella provincia di Cuneo, nelle prime settimane di febbraio. È una delle più importanti e antiche feste tradizionali delle Alpi italiane.Sulla festa del Baìo di Sampeyre Fredo Valla scrive: “Tra le feste popolari dell'arco alpino, la Baìo di Sampeyre, in val Varaita, gode di un'ampia documentazione fotografica. Ogni Baìo nel proprio territorio è sovrana, con propri capi (gli Alum) e i costumi sono simili ma diversi, così come simile, ma diverso, è il cerimoniale del processo al Tesoriere, che chiude la Baìo il giovedì grasso. È interessante tanto per chi vi partecipa, come per chi la osserva da spettatore, scoprire nella Baìo un caleidoscopio di epoche e vicende remote. Il Museo Etnografico di Sampeyre possiede una ricca collezione di foto e cartoline della Baìo a partire dai primi anni del Novecento, e a questi materiali e ad altri di valenti fotografi si aggiungono ora le fotografie di Jean Gaumy,  una selezione delle quali è ora patrimonio del Museo Mallé”. JEAN GAUMYJean Gaumy è un noto fotografo nato nell'agosto 1948 a Pontaillac (Charente-Maritime) in Francia. Gaumy studia a Tolosa e Aurillac, prima di intraprendere la scuola di specializzazione in lettere a Rouen.Dopo aver lavorato per un breve periodo presso l'agenzia Viva, entra a far parte dell'agenzia francese Gamma nel 1973. Nel 1975 riceve un permesso speciale per fotografare liberamente i reparti di un ospedale francese. Da questa lunga esperienza nasce il suo primo libro: “L'Hôpital”. L'anno seguente diventa il primo fotoreporter ad essere ammesso nelle carceri francesi.Entrato in Magnum nel 1977, viaggia per il mondo raccontando attraverso i suoi reportage l'Europa, gli Stati Uniti, l'Africa e il Medio Oriente. Nel 1984 gira il suo primo film documentario, “La Boucane”, nominato nel 1986 ai César come miglior documentario, al quale seguono “Jean-Jacques” (1987), “Marcel, Prêtre”(1994) e “Sous-Marin” (2006). Ma è soprattutto grazie ai due libri “Le livre des tempêtes” (Premio Nadar nel 2001) e “Pleine Mer” (Mare Aperto) che Jean Gaumy raggiunge la notorietà internazionale e viene soprannominato il ”fotografo del mare”.Nel 2016 viene eletto membro dell'Académie des Beaux-Arts dell'Institut de France.Con “D'après nature”, Premio Nadar 2010, il fotografo francese esplora e interpreta dettagli di natura di vari luoghi del pianeta, dal Circolo Polare Artico alle terre contaminate di Chernobyl , passando infine per le spopolate valli del Piemonte.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

La Cité Immersive des Fables, dédiée à l'œuvre de Jean de La Fontaine s'est installée en bordure des Champs Élysées à Paris. La figure controversée de l'un de ses investisseurs, le milliardaire conservateur, Pierre-Édouard Stérin a fait planer une ombre sur le projet, mais fort de son succès à Rouen avec Viking, la société « Cités Immersives », opérateur culturel privé, mise sur ce nouveau concept d'attraction culturelle en ciblant un public éloigné des musées traditionnels.

Il y a dix ans, les attentats à Paris et au Stade de France faisaient 130 morts, des centaines de blessés et traumatisaient des milliers de personnes. Suite à ces attentats, un procès exceptionnel par son ampleur a eu lieu. Plus largement, toute la justice anti-terroriste a évolué, en ayant la main plus lourde et en plaçant les victimes au cœur des procès. Les profils des terroristes, eux aussi, sont différents.  Avec nos invités : - Xavier Crettiez, professeur de Science politique à Sciences Po Saint-Germain-en-Laye, membre du COSPRAD (Conseil scientifique sur les processus de radicalisation), coauteur avec Nathalie Duclos du livre Violences politiques (Armand Colin, 2022), auteur d'un livre à paraître sur la sociologie du jihadisme français - Antoine Mégie, enseignant chercheur en Sciences Politiques à l'Université de Rouen et coordinateur scientifique du COSPRAD (Conseil scientifique sur les processus de radicalisation).

▶️ Dans cet épisode, aux côtés de Nina Aguillon et Nastassia Pouradier Duteil, j'ai le plaisir d'accueillir Nora Aïssiouene, Directrice Technique Mathématiques et Applications chez SUMMIT, Sorbonne Université Maison des Modélisations Ingénieries et Technologies.

The Time Riders: Part 2 When you've got a time machine, practice makes perfect. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Always The Student. Mark was lying on his back, panting while Becky squirmed and writhed on top of him, moaning in pleasure. His hands were on her opulent tits, kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she ground her cunt down onto his cock, taking him deep inside. He matched her sensual rhythm, pushing up while she pressed down, squeezing his shaft with each thrust he made. "Yes, Mark;” she gasped, her hands resting on his chest while she writhed on him shamelessly. It didn't matter that she was his former high school Physics teacher, or even that she still was, in a sense, she was committed to fucking him because she'd promised herself she'd enjoy this, and Becky did her damdest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right there;” Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on top of him, interrupting the rhythm that would certainly had led to both of them cumming and she wanted to prolong this session. She felt Mark regain control of himself, adapting to the new pace, although he continued to molest her tits, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air. "Hmm, good boy," she purred, smiling down at him. "You're learning." "I've got the best teacher I could ask for." Mark replied, grinning back. "Forget all the time travel stuff you're helping me figure out, you're amazing in bed, Becky. I've never cum so hard before, not like when I'm with you." "You're so sweet, darling," she cooed, reveling in the feel of his throbbing cock deep inside her. Ever since that night he'd snuck into her home and failed so miserably at trying to seduce her so she would change his Physics grade, they'd become ardent lovers, with her being nearly as addicted to their sex as he was. "You make me cum really hard too, just so you know. And the gift you brought me back from London was so thoughtful. How would you like to fuck me next?" Mark nodded, pondering her question. He had indeed brought her back a gift, from London in the 1880's. He'd come back with a lovely dress from the period and a bottle of Italian wine. Even though she had never accompanied him on a temporal trip (except that very first one, to prove he had a time machine at all), she seemed to have an innate understanding of how to time travel without screwing things up, which was very easy. He took hold of her hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. She purred as she pushed her legs together and then knelt over her thighs. She put her chin on her arms and sighed as he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock down into her cunt. Her clamped legs made her feel tighter than ever and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. Keeping himself up on his hands, his back arched so that she was pinned beneath him, he began to piston his hips, fucking his teacher. "Oh, Mark;” she murmured. "It's so good this way. Your cock feels so wonderful inside me." "Uh, God;” he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her cheeks together, clamping her cunt around him as he thrust. "I never wanna stop fucking you." "I don't want you to," she gasped as he hit her sweet spot. "And because you; oh; have your time machine; we can find a way; to fuck forever;” She squirmed and writhed beneath him while he pushed up and down on her, both of them getting slick with sweat. They groaned and panted together. He leaned down and bit her shoulder Becky keened in pleasure. Trembling, she arched her hips, pushing up against him. She could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside her. "Gonna cum;” he breathed, pushing down and straining. "Uh! Yes, cum in me, Mark!" she wailed. She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed, feeling her student's cum spurting inside and filling her spasming cunt. Mark shook and groaned loudly, so glad they were in her house and could be as loud as they needed to be. Her slammed his hips down onto her, tingling pleasure blossoming through him. Mark collapsed on top of her, both of them limp and breathing heavily. He reached under Becky and put his hands on her tits, squeezing gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock for all of his cum, her wet cunt wanting every last drop. They said nothing for several minutes, just lying there in bliss. Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's cock slipping out of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He pushed his still-hard cock back in and moved back and forth gently inside her and she squeezed him in rhythm. Tongues tangled and they hummed contentedly into one another's mouths. "God, I want to find a way to have multiples of you fucking me all at once," she purred, smiling into his eyes and caressing his cheek. "One in my cunt, one in my ass, another in my mouth; hmm, that sounds heavenly." "Yeah, but won't I, like, blow up spontaneously, or collapse the universe if I encounter myself?" he asked somewhat warily. He liked the idea of fucking all Becky's holes, but not if it made everything go boom. She giggled and bopped his nose. "Silly. Why are you asking me? You're the one with access to this time-travel police force. What did you say they were called? TEA?" "Yeah, they said they're called the Temporal Enforcement Agency." Mark confirmed. "I called them Teabaggers and they didn't think that was funny." "Oh, be nice to them, darling," she chided gently. "After all, they're protecting the timeline for crazy kids like you." "Yeah, I guess," he admitted, knowing she was infinitely more sensible than him about these things. She was already so much smarter at this temporal stuff than he was. The only reason his little trip to 1800's London went well was because she'd prepped him and made him think it through. "Getting myself killed is apparently pretty easy." "Boo, and then we couldn't fuck anymore," she said, sounding sad. "And even if you stopped time-travelling tomorrow, I'd still want to fuck you. You've unleashed a demon in me." "I know it," he laughed. "I have to rest a few days after our marathon fuck sessions, only to come back in your next day to keep up with your libido. Not that I'm complaining, mind." She giggled. "Well I do love to fuck," she agreed. "Maybe one day, I'll go with you. I'd love to fuck in a harem bath house or a Parisian brothel." Mark rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could almost see the steam rising off them. As tricky as time travel was, he never would have ended up in bed with his Physics teacher if it hadn't been for his time machine. "That chronometer the agents gave me comes in really handy," he said, his thoughts drifting. "It actually gives me little warnings if I'm getting too close to another temporal event. It means I can't do some things I'd like to do, but things get complicated." She smiled. "You said they called it 'the Limelight Effect' or getting clock hammered, depending on what you were trying to do." He nodded. "They didn't like it when I called it 'clock-blocking'." "You said they had no sense of humor." Becky mused. "But maybe practicing with your Holmes Field Device in minor ways will help." He turned and looked at her. "How so?" "Well," she began, turning on her side to look at him, her hand propping up her head. Her nipples gently kissed the skin of his arm. "How about you take me out for dinner? We'll pick a low-traffic area, somewhere time travelers don't go. You said that your chronometer dials are difficult to physically turn and the Holmes Field device always skews numbers if you're trying to get anywhere that would prove troublesome." He considered what she was saying. "So, take you to some remote village in the past where no one else is ever interested in going. We can try finessing my control of the device." She nodded. "Precisely. I don't know about you, but I speak flawless French, we could visit a little village in France's past and we could get some dinner. You could learn how to deal with the locals, get a feel for what you'll have to do if you keep travelling the time stream." "It's weird how you can say words like 'time stream' so naturally, like it's normal," he sighed. "Still, you're right, careful practice is probably a good thing." "It'll be fun," she said, reaching over and taking hold of his hip to turn him into her. Her tits were now squashed to his chest, his soft cock against her gooey cunt. "How bad a teacher can I be for this? You made it through my physics class without tearing a hole in reality." "And yet I failed," he sighed. "I doubt I can fuck my way out of every bit of trouble I get myself into." She giggled and took his hand, pulling him off the bed and leading him to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she stroked his cock gently, She shivered as she peed, feeling his cum trickling of her, pulling him closer and taking him in her mouth. She hummed as she bobbed back and forth, enjoying their mingled taste. Mark had to admit that he was enjoying how relaxed she was around him now that they were lovers. "So," she said finally, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a quiet pop. "We'll shower and get cleaned up. Then we'll head to the public library to figure out where and what we're doing. Anybody asks, I'll say I'm helping you with your schoolwork." He smiled slyly, feeling a familiar tingle in his cock at the thought of showering with her. This was going to be a good night. "So here's a question," she remarked as she watched Mark get dressed in the outfit they'd bought for the occasion, hidden from prying eyes in her basement, where he kept the Holmes Field Device. They'd visited a costume shop and found clothing that was a good fit for the period they were visiting, that being France in the 1600's. "Did they ever tell you about any contacts you can make in the time stream? You know, like dealers?" He looked at her quizzically. "Dealers?" "Sure," she said, nodding. "There must be time-travelers who make their living by providing goods and services to other travelers. I mean, you need to be able to get money and supplies somewhere, so that you don't stick out like a sore thumb, right?" "Yeah, that'd make sense," he admitted. "I mean, I got lucky when I tried going to London and got that dress, I managed to pawn off some knick-knacks I'd brought with me, because I didn't know how else to pay for anything. And they thought I was just some ignorant American. I got out a lot quicker than I thought I would." "I think we should find out," she reasoned. "If you're going to do this, you should really learn how to find what you need." "Exactly how much time-travelling do you think I'm gonna be doing?" he asked, giving her a wry look before continuing to put on his new outfit. "Well, we know you have no future as a physicist, maybe you'll find something you're good at in the time stream," she giggled, making him sigh. She moved forward to help him get into his clothes, since he clearly had no idea what he was doing. "And even if you don't know how to find a dealer, I'm willing to bet that they'll know how to find a traveler." He couldn't argue with that logic and stood still while she corrected his attire, kissing his nose as she finished. He then watched as she got into her own period garb, doing so much more efficiently than he had done. She saw him looking at her and winked. "In spite of my physics major, I also did a lot of work in theater," she quipped, holding her top loosely in place over her opulent tits. "I've been in Les Mis a few times, so I know my way around period garb." "I feel bad about you bringing that jewelry to trade for money," he said, wishing he had more to offer. He didn't just yet, however. "Oh, they're nothing, it's just old gold I never wear," she said dismissively. "I'd probably just end up selling them in a pawn shop at some point. This way, at least it's getting some use. I sell these things I never wear, we get the proper currency, then we go and have some fun. I don't see how this can be a bad thing." "I guess I just feel like it should be me paying." Mark murmured, trying not to blush. "Silly," she giggled again. "You're an eighteen year-old boy. What one earth could you possibly have accumulated that the time stream would be interested in?" "Well, you got me there," he sighed, giving up and letting her continue. "Maybe I'll make it big in the time stream and then I can keep you buying you the presents you deserve." "Ooh, you honey-dripper," she cooed, smiling and kissing his nose before stepping back and examining him. "Well, you're starting to look the part. I'll use some gel in your hair to tousle it a little and then I think we're probably as close as we can get, since neither of us has syphilis or tuberculosis." He waited while she fixed his hair and then took care of her own, pulling her golden locks back in a bow. She was wearing a peasant dress, one that accentuated her small waist and large bust. His outfit, was more akin to a gentleman of northern Europe, with a blue vest and white breeches that he found rather tight, especially around the crotch. "So, milord," she lilted, threading her arm through his and smiling at him. "Shall we sally forth?" He nodded and walked over toward the time machine, his chronometer in hand. 17th Century, France. "Combien allez-vous me donner pour ce pendentif?" Becky asked the owner of the dingy little shop they were standing in. Candles flickered on the walls, dimly illuminating the musty room. The shop-owner, a wizened little man wearing crooked spectacles, looked up her with rheumy eyes. He held out a gnarled hand and she gently put the dull gold bangle into it. Her brought it close to his face, examining it intently. He weighed it in his palm and then scratched the inner surface, testing its contents. He licked his lip as he considered her offering. Finally he put it down. "Onze Louis," he declared, nodding. "Onze Louis, quatre livres, douze sous et vingt-et-trois deniers." Mark looked at Becky, who was considering what he had told them. After a few seconds, she seemed to think he was being reasonable. "Bien. Tout en livres et sous, s'il vous plait." The man counted out one hundred and sixty-six sous and pushed them across the counter. His eyes widened slightly as she pushed a gold necklace and two rings to him for appraisal. Half an hour later, they exited the shop with a small purse containing the equivalent of nearly fifty Louis, a small fortune by the standards of the period and their locale. "Here you go, milord," she said sweetly, pressing the purse into his palm. "It's only appropriate that you carry our funds, since you're the one cosplaying as the aristocracy." "Except my French sucks balls." Mark muttered as they walked down the dirt road. It was mid-morning and they'd arrived in a fallow field outside the town. Google maps indicated that it was empty in the modern day and online archive maps from France in 1652 indicated that it was much the same way back then. With careful calculations of time and distance, they'd arrived without incident. "Well, you speak Spanish, so we'll pretend you're from Madrid or something," she said simply, holding his arm again. "And I'll be the lusty French tart from Rouen who travels with you, keeping you enamored with our fair country." "You'd be stupidly good at Larp, you're really getting into this," he sighed. Larp?” Live action role playing. Any other hidden talents I should know about?" Mark inquired. "If I told you then they wouldn't be surprises," she pointed out. "We women love to be mysterious." "Well, at least you're a woman, most of the girls I know who do that stuff are just crazy." "That's because they're teenage girls, who are, by definition, 'bugfuck insane'." Becky added. "A lot of women are too, I suppose, but at least there's a chance our hormones have straightened out. Probably not much different here, except for the mortality rate." They walked down the cobblestone rode, attracting the occasional stare as they walked into the town. They stopped a stout, middle-aged man and asked where they might get some decent food and accommodations. "You are dressed rather unusually to be walking," he said, looking at Mark. "You seem to be a gentleman of quality, sir. I am the town's physician and apothecary, my name is Henri. And yours, monsieur?" Mark stuttered. "Mark, uh; mon nom; es;” "Marco," Becky interjected suddenly, relieving him of the burden of struggling to make his name known in French. "He is Senor Marco Del Strade, and he is a baron from Valencia." "I thought I was from Madrid." Mark whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up, I'm thinking on the fly here!" she hissed back. "What did the Spaniard say?" asked the portly physician. "That didn't sound Spanish." "A curse of our association," she said sweetly, beaming a radiant smile at him. "The baron speaks no French, and I no Spanish, so we communicate en Anglais, with which we both have some facility." "A rather unusual arrangement," grunted the man. "Nonetheless, it would not do for our humble town to allow a gentleman of quality to not be looked after. I would recommend L'Auberge Des Loups." "The Wolves' Inn?" Mark muttered out loud, knowing enough French to get that translation. "That doesn't sound too safe." "Be at ease, my friends," Henri said, chuckling. "The wolf is on our town coat of arms, and the Inn is our most reputable establishment. If you have the money, they will give you what you need." He turned and pointed down the road. "There, you can see the inn from this spot. The two-story building with the gambrel roof and all the smoke coming out of the chimney. See it?" "Yes, good sir, and we thank you." Becky said, curtseying before smiling at the man and putting his rather fat, gout-ridden hand in hers. "For all of your help." "Ah, well, yes," he said, blushing and withdrawing his hand from hers. "When you go to the inn, tell the proprietor that Henri sent you. This will make things easier for you." And with that, the man waddled off. "He seemed nice, I guess," Mark mused as they resumed their trek into the town. "I mean, I missed a lot of what you two said, but it seemed to agree with you." "We just need to mention his name when we get to the inn and that'll apparently make our lives easier." Becky replied, thinking how quaint everything was. She couldn't believe she was actually in seventeenth century France! But then, she was fucking her former student who was a time-traveler, so clearly anything was possible. She had already promised herself she would enjoy every moment of this experience. She'd chosen the year as carefully as possible, noting that there were no major Plague outbreaks mentioned and she had insisted they bring very discretely concealed medications with them. Ignoring the stares of the townsfolk, they continued down the main street until they reached the inn. They tacitly avoided stepping in the various effluences that trickled between the cobblestones and stepped over the unconscious peasants who were sprawled in the middle of the street before opening the faded green doors and entering. Dark and musty, lit by wall sconces and an ancient wrought-iron chandelier overhead in which guttered many candles, the large common room was like something out of an HBO special, minus the lighting budget. Large, round table dominated the space, while a great hearth and a long counter encompassed most of the back wall. Lots of sun-browned peasant faces turned to look at them while some stringed instrument plunked away from a corner. The place smelled of smoke and what was probably body odor. Still ignoring the stares, Becky led Mark up to the counter, behind which stood a surly-looking man with a black moustache and beard. He observed them with interest as they approached. Mark stood silently while Becky addressed the man in French. "My lord the Baron is looking for clean and welcoming accommodations for the night," she began, indicating Mark. "Henri sent us to you, saying that you were the establishment in this town worthy of his business." "If you can pay, then yes, we will be able to room you comfortably," he answered, looking at Mark. "Our best room is one livre per night. I assume the baron can afford this?" She looked at Mark now. "A single night is one livre. Those'd be the silver coins. Get one out and just give it to him, without showing how much you actually have." Mark nodded and fished out one of the coins indicated, putting it on the counter for the proprietor to inspect. Satisfied, the man nodded. "This will cover the room. If his lordship has need of a bath or food, we can provide these things as well." "Fresh food?" she asked pointedly. "Only the freshest for the lord," laughed the man loudly, causing people nearby to chuckle. "Is he a mute?" "No, he is Spanish and speaks no French," she said flatly, fixing the man with a hard look. "You can speak to me, his servant, if you feel the need to communicate. You can bring him food now, and your finest wine, good sir." She then turned and took Mark's arm, leading him over to an empty table in the corner, once again ignoring the gazes that followed them. She sat down and sighed, nodding. "We'll eat and then see about the room and a bath," she declared, looking around and taking everything in. "If it's big enough, I'm sure we can get into all sorts of trouble in the tub." "I'd like that," he said, finally relaxing. "I'm glad you're taking to this so easily, because I'm way out of my element. London in the 1880's was hard enough, and all I was doing was pretending I was an American traveler. France in the time of the Louis the Sun King, that's a little out of my league." "Don't worry, once you hit your stride, you'll do fine," she said gently, patting his hand. "I've just had more weird experiences over the course of my life than you have and am adapting a little quicker is all." A jug of wine, two goblets, some hearty bread with butter and some onions and cheese was brought over by a wench who looked like John Rhys-Davies in drag. She belched and tottered off, having delivered her goods. "Although I'm not so sure about adapting to that." Becky said, shaking her head to clear it of the image. She unstopped the jug and poured the dark red wine into their goblets while Mark portioned out the bread, butter, cheese and onions. They both dug in, finally realizing how hungry they were. "Oh, wow, that's good," Becky remarked, looking into her goblet, having tried the wine. "Just remember to eat a lot of bread and butter, Mark, or you'll have the hangover from hell." He'd never had a wine quite like this before and they quickly polished off the jug before ordering another. They finished their bread and cheeses before being presented with a roasted suckling pig and two pheasants, stuffed with local herbs. They enjoyed eating, but the wine was strong enough to eventually get through all the food they'd lined their stomachs with. Becky was giggling and tipsy within the hour. "I can't beli; believe we're here in France," she said, her head tilted to one side. "An' we're gonna fuck; in the tub; an' then in our room, because; because; defiling the timeline; sounds like fun. It's fun, you know, to fuck across history;” "It is," Mark agreed, not as drunk as Becky but still feeling rather buzzed. His tongue felt thick from the wine, which she had explained was not treated with any modern pasteurization process and therefore would be full of tannins and sediments they would need to account for or suffer an assured hangover. "And you're the person I'd want to do it with, Becks;” Becky giggled and slid her hand along his leg, finally arriving at his crotch and giving the bulged contained in the tight breeches a squeeze. "You're not; not a time cop; you're a time cock; timeless cock;” Some musicians had come in a few minutes earlier and were sitting in another corner of the common room. They struck up a lively tune on their lutes, fiddles and a small drum. Becky's eyes lit up as the music reached them. "Oh, I love this song!" she said loudly in English before hopping up from the table and dancing her way with abandon into the middle of the room. People watched on and began to clap and cheer as she stood on a table and began capering. "How the hell does she know this song?" Mark wondered, frowning as he watched his Physics teacher begin to dance and sing. Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Un capuchon je lui donnerais Un capuchon je lui donnerais Danse, mon moine, danse! Tu n'entends pas la danse Tu n'entends pas mon moulin, lon la Tu n'entends pas mon moulin marcher. Mark watched in wonder as she tottered back over and flopped onto the bench next to him, breathing heavily and perspiring. She grinned at him lopsidedly and winked, still obviously rather inebriated. "Why did you know the lyrics to that song?" he asked, utterly baffled. She poured herself more wine and drained her goblet in one gulp, with a very loud Gluck! noise. Clearly, she was intent on partying. "Went to; a Catholic school; run by nunsh;” she slurred, trying to fill her cup again. "Lotsh of shingin' to; keep our little teen girl mindsh; off sheksh; Fuckin' love that shong, used to shing that shong; all the' time; fuckin'; great to dansh to;” "Yes, I noticed," he said, nodding and smiling. "You were almost flashing your tits and your cunt at the; the patrons;” "They can peek; but no touchy;” she said, taking another drink. "Thish pushy; only for you; I think; we'll shee;” She turned and looked at him, her eyes glazed and her skin flush from her exertions. "We're here; together, Mark, but; if you; ya' shee a girl ya' wanna fuck; I'm okay with; with that. "Jus' don' get the crabs!" She had broken into a snickering fit, pressing her forehead against the table as she tried to not fall over completely. Mark was chuckling and feeling really good watching how silly his teacher was being. She looked up suddenly, trying to wear a serious expression. "But one thing," she cautioned, holding up a finger and wagging it at one of the Marks she was looking at. There were three of them, so she chose the one in the middle. "No, moren one thing, but th' one thing'sh; important;” She leaned forward to whisper to him. "Keep your dicky in your pantsh unlesh; unlesh you know she'sh eighteen; 'cush the lawsh right now; 'she prolly legal to fuck 'em younger; but; you're from our time; our time;” She glowered at him drunkenly. "An' we don' fuck 'em if they're not eighteen; ya' got it?" He nodded. "Eighteen or older. Got it. And you can; miss, you can' "Not mish," she interrupted, waving away his comment. "Becky. Not fuckin' mish, remember?" "Sorry," he intoned, letting out a belch and patting his chest. The wine and cheese tasted great but were really fucking with him. "I'll be better; remember;” "Well, what wash it I can do?" she asked. "You were gonna; shay; I could do; what wash it?" Mark thought about that for a moment, unable to push through the wine-induced haze in his head. "I don' remember;” They both broke into laughter, much to the amusement of nearby patrons. Becky had her head on the table again, giggling until Mark slammed his palm on it in an expression of entertainment, shocking her and making her yelp. They looked at one another and burst into more fits of laughter. They'd drained another jug and polished off the pig and pheasants. Mark felt incredibly full, and drunk. Becky could barely stand up and she asked Mark to take her arm and lead them over to the proprietor behind the long counter once again. She shook her head a few times to clear it and he waited patiently for her to speak. "Shir, we'll be needing the bath now, and our room," she said slowly, making sure she could be understood. "Would you be so kind ash to show ush the way?" He tilted his head slightly. "Comment?" "You just spoke to him in English, Becks." Mark told her. Her glassy eyes widened and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to die of embarrassment. "For fuck's sakes;” she muttered. She took a deep breath and repeated herself in labored French. He nodded and led them up the back, away from the common room. It took Becky fifteen minutes to get up the single flight of stairs because it wouldn't stop spinning. Mark sighed as he sat in the large, round wooden tub, his arms resting on the side while his hands gripped the rim. The steaming water splashed over the side as he shuddered and groaned loudly, cumming. Spent, he sank back onto the small ledge and breathed heavily. The water stirred and Becky surfaced, exhaling. Her golden hair clung to her wetly and her glorious tits glistened. She grinned at her student. "See?" she declared, obviously pleased as she pulled her hair over her shoulders. "Told you I could make you cum before having to surface for air." "Jesus, you must've been down there over two minutes," he breathed, never ceasing to be stunned by her carnal skills. "How the hell do you hold your breath that long?" Becky cricked her neck and settled onto Mark's lap, her arms around his neck. She gave him a peck on the nose. "Lots of cardio and physical training." "Obviously." Mark agreed. "Not that I'm complaining, mind." "Hmm, didn't think you would," she purred. "But only half of this equation has been solved, big boy. I haven't cum yet. Since you're friend down there is taking a nap, how good are you at holding your breath?" "Not that good," he chuckled. "I'm happy to lick your cunt, but you'll need to keep it above water." She smiled and rolled her eyes before getting off his lap. He moved aside and allowed her to kneel on the little ledge he'd been sitting on, leaning over the rim of the tub and resting her forearms on it. She looked back at him and winked while wiggling her sexy, toned behind him. Her cuntlips were dripping and looked inviting. Mark knelt in the middle of the tub, behind Becky's ass and took hold of it, kissing the wet cheeks. Becky cooed and squirmed under the attention, one of her hands cupping a tit and squeezing it. She could feel Mark's lips and tongue moving slowly inward toward her core. She bit her lip and sighed. He touched her cunt, kissing it gently and sliding his tongue up and down the twat, which parted easily before him. Her heard her moan and tasted her tang as he pushed inside her while using his thumbs to pull her inner thighs apart so he could get further into his teacher's snatch. She shivered and pushed back against him, eager for more. "Hmm, Mark;” she cooed, her eyes shut as she felt his tongue inside her. "Yes, right there, lover. Oh, you really know how to use your tongue;” He smiled at her compliment and pulled his tongue out to massage her clit with it, rolling around the little bud and making her gasp sharply. He slid a finger inside her, followed by another and she groaned. He could feel her cunt tightening around his digits and began to push them back and forth slowly while he nibbled and sucked her clit. Becky shuddered again and leaned down, biting at her knuckle while squeezing her tit harder, massaging it vigorously. Mark lashed her clit while fingering her tight twat and then slid a single finger into her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she gripped the ledge of the tub, her fingers raking along the iron-bound wood. "Fuck, Mark," she whimpered. "Yes, make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth!" Mark worked her cunt harder, sliding the fingers back and forth, pushing in deeper each time. His tongue massaged her clit relentlessly or he sucked on it. She was squirming and writhing back against him, groaning unashamedly. He was beyond caring if anyone heard them at this point. Becky was panting heavily now, her eyes glazing over as she ground her ass against Mark's face, feeling his fingers in her cunt and her ass, wiggling and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. She would miss his cum inside her, but she would surely get it before long, Mark was developing good stamina under her guidance. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she began to cum, pleasure blossoming through her from her cunt and out to her fingers and toes. Her body shook while she climaxed, the wet, gooey ecstasy of colors in her mind letting her; Invasion. There was a smash, like wood splintering, the creak of worn metal. Her eyes snapped open in confusion, the unreal delight of her orgasm draining away as men in masks and dark clothes surged into the room, at least five of them and more shadows in the hallway. Most were holding knives or small clubs, but she saw the one in front carrying a heavy flintlock pistol. Even in the darkness of the room, lit only by candles around the wall, she could see the wicked scar on his cheek. "Arrêtez! Reste tranquille et je ne te tuerai pas!" he rasped, pointing his pistol at her while his comrades moved into the room and began searching for something. "Qui es-tu?" Becky demanded, getting angry not only about the intruders, but the fact that her orgasm was slipping away. She could feel Mark still kneeling behind her, looking on in shock at what was happening. "Tais-toi, salope!" the man barked, moving toward her and drawing a wicked knife from his belt, his men now ransacking the room. He placed the point of the knife at her throat and Mark felt a cold fear run up his spine. "Do not speak to me in that tone if you' He never finished the sentence as Becky grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and twisted, hard. The man with the scar yelped as he lost his grip on the knife and the blonde woman leapt out of the tub, her knee smashing into his face. He staggered backward and then went flying as her foot slammed into his ribcage. He crashed through a table and this got the attention of the thugs he'd brought with him. They all looked in shock at the naked blonde tigress for a moment and then surged in on her, knives and cudgels ready. "A little help here, hero!" Becky shrilled as she scampered away from the incoming bandits. "This isn't sex, don't make me do all the work!" "Hey now!" Mark protested, half-rising out of the relative protection of the tub because of her taunt. "It's not like you do all' "Goddammit, Mark!" Becky shouted as she ducked the swing of a club and punched her attacker in the balls. "You'd better hope they kill us, because if I survive, I'm going to crack open your skull and suck your brain out with a straw! Help me!" Mark came to his senses and vaulted over the side of the tub, trying not to think about the fact that he was buck naked and rushing toward his teacher and her assailants. He crashed into the smallest man, bearing him to the ground and winding him. Not sure what else to do, he began punching the bandit, knocking his cloth mask askew so he could not see. The man struggled wildly to get out from underneath his naked foe. "Huh!" Mark choked out as another thug grabbed him by the throat from behind and started pulling him off the man he was on top of. He could feel his tongue beginning to bulge out of his mouth and was thinking he must look incredibly foolish, like Jabba the Hutt when Princess Leia strangled him with the chain. He couldn't die like that. He couldn't. With a limp dick and a swollen tongue? In front of Becky? He'd taken some karate, although he was no expert. His skin was still wet and he went limp, using sudden deadweight to break his attacker's hold on his throat, although he hissed in pain when he felt the man's ragged nails crease through his skin as he lost his grip. With a thud! Mark hit the floor and did the only thing he could think of doing; he grappled onto the man and took him down in a rough tumble. He desperately rolled until he was on top and rammed his knee into the man's stomach. He heard the man wheeze but then sparks exploded behind his eyes as something cracked across the back of his head. He didn't fall over but scrambled away in a panic, wishing he could see in the darkness or that the room would stop spinning. Becky landed in a heap on top of him, knocking him back to the floor. She was still naked and incredibly angry from the sounds of her. "That's it, buster!" she roared as she surged back to her feet and charged her attacker. Mark dazedly looked over and watched as his teacher sprinted across the room, her foe giving chase. She leapt in the air and to the wall, her foot making contact. Before anyone was ready, she sprang backward, smashing her foot across the man's jaw in a roundhouse kick that they must have heard on the edge of town. The man went down like a sack of flour. "Alright, who's next?" she shouted, standing in the middle of the room, naked and scratched up. She grabbed a pewter jug and slammed it backward into the head of a man coming up behind her. He went down. "I didn't know you did parkour!" Mark called out as he tackled another thug from behind, taking him to the floor. "I do a lot of things to take out my sexual frustrations!" she snapped back, picking up a bench and throwing it at two assailants to keep them off-balance. "Parkour, jiu-jutsu, archery, Krav-Maga. I was kind of hoping that fucking would allow me to vent a little steam!" "I can see why!" Mark said as he smashed the man's face into the floor repeatedly. Even in his weirdest dreams, he'd never imagined fighting French bandits while buck naked. He wondered if the Temporal Enforcement Agency would be up his ass about this incident. "Oh, shut up!" she shrilled, kicking a man between the legs from behind and then suplexing him after he doubled over in pain. The floor splintered with the impact, but Becky rolled to her feet and grabbed his cudgel. "You still owe me an orgasm, mister!" "Okay, okay!" Mark said hastily. A sallow man confronted him, wearing an eye-mask, who brandished a knobbed club. The bandit grinned at him, clearly intent on bashing his head in. Thinking quickly, Mark stood and looked somber, clasping his fist in his hand and bowing, like they did in his mom's tai chi class. The bandit looked confused for a moment before Mark bowed again and then made a motion urging the bandit to do the same. Still not sure what was happening but wanting to get on with things, the bandit bowed at the waist clumsily. Mark broke a chair over his head before grabbing the cudgel and rushing to Becky's side. "So very nice of you to join me," Becky panted as they faced off against the three remaining intruders, who were trying to surround them. Mark and Becky backed up toward the outer wall, the window behind them. The men closed in. There was a groan and a clatter as the man with the scar on his cheek slowly got to his feet from the pile of broken furniture he'd been laying in and approached them, his henchmen parting to make way for him. "Pour votre arrogance, je vous verrai mort." he growled, pointing his pistol at Mark. Trapped, Mark squeezed his eyes shut; click! Mark blinked and opened his eyes. The scar-faced man was scowling at his pistol, which was letting off a small tuft of smoke but had failed to go off. Was the powder wet? With a roar of fury, Becky was on him. "Get the other three!" she yelled as she rearranged his face. "I've got this one!" Too bewildered to be afraid and exhilarated to be alive, Mark charged the remaining three thugs, who were all backing away in confusion. None of this had gone according to plan, the majority of their fellow bandits were strewn around the room, beaten unconscious by a naked man and a crazy blonde hellion with big tits and a shaved cunt. "C'est des conneries!" she raged as she beat the man around the room, showing no mercy. "I came to the Sun King's France to drink wine, have a good time and get laid! And you fuckers just had to try and rob me, didn't you? All sorts of peasants to pick on, but no! You thought you'd get lucky with two strangers! Well va te faire enculer, pal!" Mark lost track of the whirlwind of violence his teacher had become while he ducked the swipe of a knife and then kicked the leg out from under a thug, dislocating his knee and dropping him. He whirled around and got lucky with the cudgel, cracking it across the jaw of another man, who spun like a top and fell to the ground. He was beginning to notice that he was taller than just about all these men, often by a significant margin. Some were barely taller than Becky. Had nutrition really been that bad in this era? The last one got desperate and lunged at him, but Mark twisted and used his foe's momentum to send him sailing past and smashing into the window. The unconscious man slumped halfway through the shutter and the sounds of commotion in the street below reached him. He shouldn't have been surprised that they were causing a stir. He looked around the room to see if any other foes were standing, but saw only sprawled bodies everywhere, some stirring slightly. The only other sound was that of a face being punched. He looked over to see Becky squatting on the scarred man's chest, grappling into his collar and socking him repeatedly in the mouth while swearing in French. "Nique ta mere!" thump! "Oh, you really pissed me off!" she growled as she huiled the man up by the shirt and dragged him stumbling over to the tub, where she pushed his head under the water. He thrashed about in a panic before she let him back up, gasping for air. "You like that?" she shouted, thumping his head off the side of the tub several times for emphasis. "Ya' think it's funny to barge into a girl's room when she's about to get her rocks off? Is that it?" She shoved his head back underwater again, waiting until he was thrashing around in terror again before pulling him back out and dragging him over to the bed. She threw him against it so that he was kneeling, supported by the straw-stuffed mattress as he swooned. "Hold him down, Mark;” she growled. Unsure of what to do aside from comply, Mark got on the bed and pinned the man's arms against the mattress, putting all his weight on them to keep him in place. He watched in growing confusion as Becky knelt behind the man and yanked his breeches down, exposing his pock-marked behind. She found his flintlock pistol and glared at it for a moment before fiddling with the mechanism, cocking it. The man's eye flared wide and he howled in pain and horror as she pushed the barrel inside his ass. "Alright, buttercup," she said with a sweetness that oozed cruelty. "You're going to explain who told you to come and rob us. And if you don't, I pull the trigger and put your brains on the ceiling." Mark warily shuffled aside on the bed, away from the top of the man's skull. "Do you understand me?" Becky asked quietly, giving the pistol a jiggle. "Probably not," Mark said, trying to sound conciliatory. "You're speaking English again." Becky realized he was right and swore under her breath. Rather than say it all again in French, she decided to just get to the point. She pressed the pistol in an inch further, ignoring the resistance she encountered. "Dites-mois qui vous a envoye," she growled. "Tell me or I blow an asshole in the top of your head." "Henri!" the scar-faced man gasped and whimpered. "He told us you would be here and you have much money!" "Oh, did he now?" Becky growled, forgetting to speak French as she glared at the bandit. "I am going to eat that man's children;” She roughly grabbed the man and spun him around to face her, without removing the pistol muzzle from his ass. His face was pale with fright and artfully rearranged by her fist. He was still leaning back against the bed, not daring to move, breathing heavily. "Maintenant," Becky began, still glowering at him. "You're going to tell me where to' She paused as she looked down at the man's crotch and saw that he was sporting a throbbing erection. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she shouted angrily, yanking the pistol out of his ass and then slamming the grip across his head with a loud crack! The bandit's eyes rolled into his head and he slumped to the ground, very unconscious. "Huh," Mark said as he glanced down at the prone villain. "I guess guys really can get erections from that sort of thing. I thought it was bullshit." "It ought to be, under these circumstances," Becky groused, folding her arms and looking pissed off. "You don't spring wood when a girl's got a gun shoved up your ass, especially after you try to rob her! I don't feel the least bit bad about not giving him a reach-around. Fucker;” "Would you really have pulled the trigger and blown his brains out?" he asked somewhat nervously. "Oh, of course, not," she snorted, giving him a wry look. "I'm not a monster." "You sure fight like one." Mark said, using his hand to indicate the carnage around the room. Bad guys were strewn everywhere, and he was pretty sure he couldn't claim most of them. "Well, they had it coming," she sniffed. "They interrupted my orgasm. It's just rude." She then turned and looked at him, her expression much softer. "Thank you, Mark, for all your help. You saved me, I couldn't have done it on my own." "Yeah, well, you wouldn't have been in danger if I hadn't brought you here in that damn time machine." Mark said, a feeling of guilt washing over him. She knelt next to him on the bed and hugged him close, their bodies pressing together. She smiled at him and kissed his nose. "Don't be sad," she cooed. "I haven't had this much adventure in ages." Mark smirked. "If you've got romps in your past that compare to this, I wanna hear about them." "Oh, you'll need to do a lot more fucking to coax those out of me, young man," she whispered, reaching down between them to take gentle hold of his cock and begin stroking. "But maybe I won't make it too difficult for; Mark, it's very rude to stare off into space while a girl is trying to seduce you. Mark?" "I'm not staring off into space, Becks." Mark said, staring past her shoulder. "Oh, really?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking annoyed, still kneeling in front of him. "Then what is so fascinating that even my tits can't distract you?" He indicated a direction behind her with a nod. "Voyeurs." Becky turned her head slowly and looked across the room at the door. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed several dark shapes in the hallway, gazing into the room in astonishment. With a sigh, she got off the bed, grabbed a candle that hadn't been destroyed and walked over to the door, clearly beyond caring that she was still naked. She could see men and women now, backing up uncertainly at her approach. She also spied one particular silhouette, large and with a big beard, lurking near the back and trying to not be seen. "Oh no you don't, pal," she called out, snapping her fingers and then pointing at the man before making a beckoning motion. "Get your sorry ass over here;” Henri, the peasant girls, and hospitality. Mark sighed in pleasure and took another drink from the jug of wine he was holding, trying to not spill any. He pulled his lips away and looked down his body. He was sitting in a large, plush bed, blissfully naked. Between his legs, a local girl with dark brown hair girl was bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock ardently, clearly interested in pleasing him. "This one's the innkeeper's daughter?" he mused, enjoying her mouth. She paused sucking on him for a moment to look up and smile eagerly before returning to her task. "She loves cock for sure." "She's one of his daughters," Becky agreed, propped up beside him, equally naked and holding the head of a girl who was lying between her legs, her face buried in the blonde's cunt, which she was licking hungrily. "This is the other one." "You frightened him so badly that he's letting us fuck his daughters?" Mark laughed. "He's given us his personal quarters, given us all the food and drink we want and we can fuck his daughters?" "What can I say, I'm persuasive." Becky grunted, shivering and grinding herself into the face of the daughter. "He'll let us stay for the week, he doesn't want word getting around that a noble had a fiasco in his inn. He'd probably give us his wife, too, if I demanded it. We're too close to Paris and word would get around and wreck his business." "If trashing that room and leaving bandits everywhere doesn't, nothing would." Mark breathed, holding the girl by the hair. "Seriously, it looks like Metallica stayed in that room now. What'll we do about that Henri asshole?" "I'll think of it later, I'm a little busy." Becky hissed, squirming and knotting her fingers in the peasant girl's hair. "Uh, it's been so long, since a girl ate me." "You had a sexy phase? I didn't know you liked girls." Mark said, smirking at her. "Back in high school, maybe," Becky admitted. "Haven't been with one since then." "But I do have a question," he said, focusing past the daughter's wicked mouth. "In all the hassle and afterward, I never asked the innkeeper how old his daughters were." "So?" Becky gasped, eyes squeezed shut and bucking her hips. "Well, what if they're not eighteen? You said yourself that we have to hold ourselves to the standards of the time we come from, right?" "You're thinking of that now?" she groaned through clenched teeth. "I; fuck; Mark, it's 1640 right now. That means these girls can't be any less than three hundred and ninety-two in our time. Good enough?" "Good enough!" he laughed. Rationalization seemed to be a handy skill when you were time travelling. He looked over and saw Becky pull the girl away from her crotch and rustle over to him. He stayed still while she straddled his lap, facing down his body. With one hand, she took hold of his cock and held it steady while she positioned herself above it. The two sisters, every bit as naked as them, nestled on the bed below his legs, pressing against one another's sides. They grinned at one another and kissed, their tongues tangling as they waited for Becky to continue. With a sigh, his teacher lowered herself onto his cock, the mushroom head splitting her wet lips before sliding inside her. She sunk down with a groan until he was in to the hilt. She then slowly laid herself back against him, allowing Mark fondle her tits while she squirmed and writhed on him. The sisters moved in and began licking at his cock or kissing her cunt lips and clit while the two guests fucked. "Oh, Heaven;” Becky purred as she caressed his cheek, turning her head to kiss him, their tongues slithering around while she undulated slowly on his lap. "This is what time travel's all about;” Mark held her with one hand, fondling her tits and pinching her nipples while his other hand found the wine jug and poised it just over her torso. She hummed in pleasure as he trickled the dark red liquid over her fair skin, letting it cascade down her exquisite form. One of the sisters noticed and knelt up, beginning to lick it off Becky's tits and stomach while the other noisily slurped it from the Mark's cock and Becky's cunt. "God, forget the Sun King's France, we belong in Caligula's Rome," Becky moaned, shivering in delight at how decadent they were being. "We'll need to; hmm; we'll need to find time to attend an orgy, Mark; how's your Latin?" "Not as good as yours, I imagine," he replied, his tongue still swirling around with hers while they fucked. "But I'd be happy to learn it if we can attend a real orgy." He put the jug of wine aside and used both hands to molest her again, squeezing her tits and gripping her skin. Becky writhed and him, pressing down with her hips, shuddering as the two sisters licked her and nipped at her skin. She begged the universe n

En 2025, le rapport entre achat et location bascule à nouveau en faveur des propriétaires. Après plusieurs années où la hausse des taux d'intérêt avait freiné le marché immobilier, la tendance s'inverse. Selon les dernières analyses du courtier Meilleurtaux, un acheteur met désormais un peu plus de 12 ans à rentabiliser son investissement, contre près de 15 ans l'année précédente. Ce raccourcissement de plus de deux ans marque un véritable tournant pour les ménages, porté par la détente des taux, la stabilisation des prix et la progression continue des loyers.Pendant la période 2022-2023, le coût du crédit avait explosé, rendant l'achat beaucoup moins attractif que la location. Aujourd'hui, la combinaison d'un crédit plus abordable et d'un marché locatif sous tension redonne de l'air aux candidats à la propriété. En d'autres termes, payer des mensualités d'emprunt redevient, dans de nombreuses villes, plus intéressant que verser un loyer à fonds perdu. Cette amélioration traduit un retour à l'équilibre après les excès des dernières années : la rentabilité moyenne d'un achat, tombée à trois ans seulement en 2020, avait ensuite grimpé à plus de quinze ans à cause du durcissement des conditions de financement.Cependant, la situation n'est pas uniforme sur tout le territoire. Les écarts entre les grandes métropoles se creusent. Dans 24 villes sur 32 étudiées, acheter devient plus rapidement rentable : à Lille et Grenoble, la durée nécessaire pour amortir un achat a chuté d'environ neuf ans ; à Tours, Rouen, Caen et même à Paris, l'avantage s'est amélioré de plus de cinq ans. Cette embellie s'explique par la légère détente du crédit, qui facilite à nouveau l'accès à la propriété.Mais dans les marchés les plus chers – Paris, Aix-en-Provence, Nice ou Bordeaux – les prix élevés prolongent encore la période d'amortissement, au-delà de 18 ans. Dans ces villes où la mobilité est forte, la location reste une option cohérente, au moins à moyen terme. À l'inverse, dans des zones plus abordables, acheter demeure une stratégie patrimoniale solide, surtout dans une perspective de long terme.Certaines communes font néanmoins figure d'exception. Au Mans ou à Orléans, la rentabilité de l'achat s'est dégradée, la faute à des loyers encadrés ou à une demande moins dynamique.Globalement, les Français reviennent vers la propriété. Dans un contexte où les loyers ne cessent d'augmenter, devenir propriétaire apparaît à nouveau comme un moyen de se stabiliser, de se protéger contre l'inflation et de se projeter sereinement dans l'avenir. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

En juin 1994, Émilie Tanay, 9 ans, est déposée par sa mère chez la famille de Jérôme Tocqueville, un camarade de classe. Ils vont assister ensemble à la kermesse de fin d'année. La petite Émilie est souffrante. La maman confie aux parents Tocqueville les médicaments qu'elle doit prendre : des sachets d'Exomuc et un flacon de Josacine. Brutalement, elle s'effondre et perd connaissance… Que s'est-il passé ? Dans cette affaire que Caroline Nogueras va vous raconter, il y a de l'injustice, des tromperies, et des  approximations de procédure... Du cyanure dans l'antibiotique Nous sommes le samedi 11 juin 1994. Il est 15 heures. Émilie s'apprête à passer le week-end chez son copain de classe, Jérôme Tocqueville. Corinne Tanay ne peut pas refuser ce week-end à sa fille. À Gruchet-le-Valasse, entre Le Havre et Rouen, c'est la fête médiévale. Avec Jérôme et son petit frère, ils vont se déguiser et déambuler dans les rues du village. Émilie a prévu de porter un costume de bouffon ! Un podcast Bababam Originals Ecriture : Tiphaine Pioger Voix : Caroline Nogueras Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

C dans l'air du 21 octobre 2025 : Un président en prisonC'est une première pour un ancien président sous la Ve République. Nicolas Sarkozy a été incarcéré ce mardi 21 octobre à la prison de la Santé, dans le 14e arrondissement de Paris. L'ancien chef de l'Etat a été écroué près d'un mois après sa condamnation pour association de malfaiteurs dans le cadre de l'affaire du financement libyen de sa campagne présidentielle de 2007.Bien qu'il ait fait appel de cette condamnation, la peine – cinq ans d'emprisonnement assortie d'une exécution provisoire – l'a conduit en détention. Il a été placé dans une cellule du quartier d'isolement. Immédiatement après son incarcération, ses avocats ont déposé une demande de mise en liberté. Celle-ci sera examinée dans un délai d'environ un mois, a précisé son conseil, Me Christophe Ingrain.Quelques heures avant son incarcération, Nicolas Sarkozy a publié un message sur les réseaux sociaux : « Mais que le prix à payer aura été écrasant. » L'ex-chef de l'État a également reçu, ce matin, le soutien d'une centaine de fidèles, rassemblés près de son domicile. Parmi eux, son fils Louis Sarkozy, organisateur du rassemblement, le sénateur LR Roger Karoutchi, mais aucun des ténors du parti Les Républicains n'était présent : ni Bruno Retailleau, ni Laurent Wauquiez.Le ministre de la Justice, Gérald Darmanin, proche de Nicolas Sarkozy, a lui fait savoir, lundi, qu'il irait le « voir en prison ». Un choix qui fait vivement réagir les magistrats, à commencer par le premier d'entre eux. Le procureur général près la Cour de cassation a estimé ce lundi que la justice doit pouvoir travailler dans la sérénité, en particulier les juges de la cour d'appel de Paris, qui se pencheront dans les prochaines semaines sur la demande de mise en liberté de Nicolas Sarkozy et sur son procès en appel l'année prochaine. « Il y a un risque qu'une telle visite soit ressentie par les magistrats et perçue par l'opinion comme une sorte d'obstacle à cette sérénité recherchée. Il faut préserver de toute influence l'intervention des magistrats dans un dossier aussi sensible », a déclaré Rémy Heitz.Dans la foulée, Gérald Darmanin lui a répondu via un message publié sur X : « S'assurer de la sécurité d'un ancien président de la République en prison, fait sans précédent, n'atteint en rien à l'indépendance des magistrats, mais relève du devoir de vigilance du chef d'administration que je suis, responsable devant le Parlement selon l'article 20 de la Constitution », a-t-il écrit.Le président de la République, Emmanuel Macron, qui a reçu Nicolas Sarkozy vendredi dernier à l'Élysée, a jugé « légitime » le débat sur l'exécution provisoire, en marge d'un déplacement en Slovénie : « Parce que tout le monde souhaite qu'il puisse y avoir des voies d'appel et de recours. Mais c'est un débat qui doit être mené dans le calme et indépendamment des cas spécifiques pour que notre justice puisse se faire et puisse évoluer dans la sérénité qui convient », a-t-il expliqué.En France, 86 % des peines de deux ans de prison et plus sont mises à exécution immédiatement à l'audience.Alors, quelles sont les conditions de détention de Nicolas Sarkozy ? Combien de temps l'ex-président de la République peut-il rester en prison ? Faut-il ouvrir un débat sur l'exécution provisoire des peines ? Et quel avenir pour Les Républicains, fragilisés par cette affaire et traversés par de profondes divisions internes depuis des mois ?LES EXPERTS :- Ludovic VIGOGNE - Journaliste politique - La Tribune Dimanche - Audrey GOUTARD - Grand reporter - France Télévisions, spécialiste des faits de société- Vanessa SCHNEIDER - Grand reporter - Le Monde - Anne-Charlène BEZZINA - Constitutionnaliste et politologue - Maître de conférences en droit public - Université de Rouen et Sciences Po

C dans l'air du 21 octobre 2025 : Un président en prisonLES EXPERTS :- Ludovic VIGOGNE - Journaliste politique - La Tribune Dimanche - Audrey GOUTARD - Grand reporter - France Télévisions, spécialiste des faits de société- Vanessa SCHNEIDER - Grand reporter - Le Monde - Anne-Charlène BEZZINA - Constitutionnaliste et politologue - Maître de conférences en droit public - Université de Rouen et Sciences Po

The French Revolution facilitated the rise of Napoleon Bonaparte, but after gaining power he knew that his first task was to end it. In this book William Doyle describes how he did so, beginning with the three large issues that had destabilized revolutionary France: war, religion, and monarchy. Doyle shows how, as First Consul of the Republic, Napoleon resolved these issues: first by winning the war, then by forging peace with the Church, and finally by making himself a monarch. Napoleon at Peace: How to End a Revolution (Reaktion Books, 2022) ends by discussing Napoleon's one great failure--his attempt to restore the colonial empire destroyed by war and slave rebellion. By the time this endeavor was abandoned, the fragile peace with Great Britain had broken down, and the Napoleonic wars had begun. Charles Coutinho, PH. D., Associate Fellow of the Royal Historical Society, received his doctorate from New York University. His area of specialization is 19th and 20th-century European, American diplomatic and political history. He has written for Chatham House's International Affairs, the Institute of Historical Research's Reviews in History and the University of Rouen's online periodical Cercles. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

The French Revolution facilitated the rise of Napoleon Bonaparte, but after gaining power he knew that his first task was to end it. In this book William Doyle describes how he did so, beginning with the three large issues that had destabilized revolutionary France: war, religion, and monarchy. Doyle shows how, as First Consul of the Republic, Napoleon resolved these issues: first by winning the war, then by forging peace with the Church, and finally by making himself a monarch. Napoleon at Peace: How to End a Revolution (Reaktion Books, 2022) ends by discussing Napoleon's one great failure--his attempt to restore the colonial empire destroyed by war and slave rebellion. By the time this endeavor was abandoned, the fragile peace with Great Britain had broken down, and the Napoleonic wars had begun. Charles Coutinho, PH. D., Associate Fellow of the Royal Historical Society, received his doctorate from New York University. His area of specialization is 19th and 20th-century European, American diplomatic and political history. He has written for Chatham House's International Affairs, the Institute of Historical Research's Reviews in History and the University of Rouen's online periodical Cercles. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/military-history

durée : 00:59:18 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit, Maïwenn Guiziou - À partir du XVIIe siècle, la diplomatie devient une affaire véritablement mondiale. Des Petites Antilles à la Nouvelle-France, l'équilibre géopolitique européen excède désormais les frontières du Vieux Continent. - réalisation : Thomas Beau - invités : Éric Schnakenbourg Professeur d'histoire moderne à l'Université de Nantes, directeur du Centre de Recherche en Histoire Internationale et Atlantique; François Ternat Professeur d'histoire à l'INSPE de l'université de Rouen

C dans l'air du 14 octobre 2025 - Lecornu évitera-t-il la censure ?Rarement un discours de politique générale n'aura été autant scruté. Sébastien Lecornu s'est exprimé cet après-midi au Palais Bourbon, et a annoncé les grandes lignes de sa proposition de budget pour 2026. L'enjeu était grand, car plusieurs motions de censure, de gauche comme du RN, ont été déposées pour faire tomber ce gouvernement à peine nommé.Le Premier ministre devait notamment donner sa position sur les retraites. Les socialistes, dont les voix peuvent permettre de faire adopter la censure, demandaient une « suspension immédiate et complète de la réforme de 2023 ». Cette exigence a été écoutée : Lecornu a annoncé cette suspension jusqu'à la prochaine élection présidentielle. L'autre demande du PS, la non-utilisation du 49.3, a elle aussi été confirmée. Dans ce contexte, les socialistes sauveront-ils le gouvernement ? L'étude des motions de censure aura lieu jeudi.Le gouvernement joue donc sa survie, alors qu'il n'a été nommé que dimanche. Trente-quatre ministres le composent, dont un certain nombre issus de la société civile, comme Jean-Pierre Farandou (l'ancien patron de la SNCF), Serge Papin (l'ex-patron de Système U), ou Monique Barbut (l'ex-présidente du WWF France). Mais c'est la nomination et reconduction de six ministres LR qui a aussi fait parlé, et divisé un parti qui avait émis la consigne de ne plus s'associer aux macronistes. Ils ont été exclus par Bruno Retailleau, leur président Pendant ce temps, certains députes continuent de soutenir Emmanuel Macron. Dans la cinquième circonscription des Côtes d'Armor, Éric Bothorel défend le bilan du président de la République, au grand dam de certains électeurs qu'il croise sur le terrain. C dans l'air l'a suivi.Alors, Sébastien Lecornu a-t-il convaincu les socialistes ? Qui sont les nouveaux ministres ? Comment certains macronistes continuent-ils de soutenir Emmanuel Macron ?LES EXPERTS :- Christophe BARBIER - Éditorialiste politique à Franc-Tireur - Dominique SEUX - Éditorialiste aux Echos et à France Inter - Caroline MICHEL-AGUIRRE - Grand reporter au Nouvel Obs, auteure du Grand détournement - Anne-Charlène BEZZINA - Constitutionnaliste et politologue, maître de conférences en droit public à l'Université de Rouen et Sciences Po

C dans l'air du 14 octobre 2025 - Lecornu évitera-t-il la censure ?LES EXPERTS :- Christophe BARBIER - Éditorialiste politique à Franc-Tireur - Dominique SEUX - Éditorialiste aux Echos et à France Inter - Caroline MICHEL-AGUIRRE - Grand reporter au Nouvel Obs, auteure du Grand détournement - Anne-Charlène BEZZINA - Constitutionnaliste et politologue, maître de conférences en droit public à l'Université de Rouen et Sciences Po