Podcasts about Sarcelles

Le 10 janvier 2012, Dominique Strauss-Kahn était en visite à Sarcelles pour soutenir les candidats du parti socialiste. Tous les jours, retrouvez le meilleur de Laurent Gerra en podcast sur RTL.fr, l'application et toutes vos plateformes.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:54:58 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - "Ville tombée du ciel" écrivait Marc Bernard dans son essai "Sarcellopolis". Un demi-siècle plus tard, c'était ce titre, "Sarcellopolis", que reprenait Sébastien Daycard-Heid pour un documentaire explorant l'histoire de Sarcelles, le premier et le plus vaste des grands ensembles de France. - réalisation : Romain Masson

Même une vieille dame comme la Comédie Française fait sa rénovation énergétique et quel projet que celui de la rénovation des ateliers de décors de l'institution. Situés à Sarcelles, les ateliers sont en pleine transition au travers d'un projet aux multiples qualités et axes de travail : isolation thermique par l'extérieur en caisson bois et paille, bardage bois etc. Un projet qui nous est raconté par Benoît Rougelot, architecte de l'agence Landfabrik.Un podcast enregistré au Forum International Bois Construction 2025.Une émission animée par Anne-Sandrine Di Girolamo.

Un père grutier sur le port d'Alger, une mère sans profession déclarée mais active au restaurant de son frère : les parents de Francis Soler n'ont pas fait d'études, n'ont jamais très bien compris en quoi consistait le métier de leur fils, mais ils ont été, de l'avis de l'intéressé, un couple magnifique, aimant et "irréprochable". L'enfance se passe dans une Algérie où se mêlent famille élargie, copains de toutes origines, soleil, foot, plage ; l'adolescence se poursuit, après 1962, à Perpignan puis à Sarcelles… un parcours dont l'architecte reconnu qu'il est devenu ne garde que de bons souvenirs. pour en savoir plus, le site de Francis Soler : http://soler.fr/ Un grand merci à Frédéric Milano pour la mise en ondes     Les parents, Elias et Renée Renée et Francis   La famille élargie face au véhicule fabriqué de toutes pièces par l'oncle de Francis   Francis bébé - à droite : dans les bras de sa cousine, à côté de sa soeur Le jour de la communion Francis Soler aujourd'hui  

Sébastien DAYCARD-HEID, réalisateur du film documentaire Retour à Babylone produit par Yes Sir Films et KTO Partir, c'est une chose ; revenir, c'en est une autre. On parle tout le temps des migrations, et le plus souvent de notre point de vue d'occidental installé chez lui. Souvent, on entend dire qu'avec le temps, ceux qui arrivent se feront bien à leur nouvelle vie. C'est en partie vrai mais mesure-t-on ce que l'injonction de s'assimiler peut engendrer comme traumatisme identitaire ? Toute personne est attachée à des racines, et même à sa race, c'est-à-dire à une lignée qu'elle peut situer dans un espace et dans le temps. Les lieux sont ainsi pourvus d'une âme. L'identité a une dimension tellurique. Lorsqu'un peuple est arraché à sa terre, une part de son humanité s'efface elle aussi, et la diversité du monde en pâtit. Les racines viennent à la fois d'en-haut et du dessous. Tous les jours, le conflit israélo-palestinien fait la démonstration de ce que la terre signifie. D'autres peuples passent sous les radars médiatiques. Ils sont chrétiens comme les Arméniens ou les Assyro-Chaldéens. Aujourd'hui, ces peuples sont surtout diasporiques, éparpillés aux quatre coins du monde. A Sarcelles et dans le Val d'Oise, il y a près de 40000 Assyro-Chaldéens, orthodoxes ou catholiques latins. Ils ont reconstitué ainsi leur petite Babylone. Malgré des années d'exil, leur vie sentimentale continue de se déployer dans les plaines de Mésopotamie. Le rêve du retour est-il autre chose qu'un rêve ? Retour à Babylone raconte cette quête : une grande famille assyro-chaldéenne de Sarcelles (Val d'Oise), emmenée par deux sœurs Semiramis et Agnès, retourne sur ses terres, dans ses villages en Turquie et en Irak, jusqu'à Erbil. Elle parle araméen, une langue plus ancienne que l'hébreu. On efface pas comme ça une identité vieille de 6000 ans. Ce road movie est signé Sébastien Daycard-Heid. Il sera diffusé sur KTO le 17 mars. Une manière de vivre au plus près de ces chrétiens d'Orient à l'itinéraire si tourmenté.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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Jean-Bernard Wiktorska est tué en 1995 à Sarcelles dans le Val-d'Oise. Le crime a été commis en s'inspirant d'un épisode de Columbo ! Mais, comme dans la série policière, le stratagème a été déjoué...

Ce dimanche, Radio Campus Paris vous invite à plonger dans un nouvel épisode de À vous les studios, l'émission qui met en lumière les productions de nos ateliers radio. Préparez-vous à découvrir des émissions originales, portées par les équipes talentueuses et créatives de collège Voltaire de Sarcelles . Voici le programme !

Pour ce nouvel épisode de Chiffon, je vous invite à parler mode, vêtements, sapes, fripes, nippes, style dans le milieu de la culture Hip Hop. Mon invité navigue dans le rap depuis plus de 30 ans. Tout a commencé pour lui en classe de 6ème à Sarcelles inspiré par des modèles et rappeurs locaux comme Passi ou Doc Gyneco... et depuis, il a croisé la routes des Boys 2 Men, de Manu Dibango ou encore Booba. Driver est un passionné.... passionné de musique et de mode !! Et il est intarissable sur le sujet...Ses modèles d'élégance ? André Agassi ou Tiger Woods. Sa marque préférée ? Ralph Lauren. Je ne vous en dis pas plus ! Bonne écoute ! https://www.papermundi.fr/ Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

La comédienne et chanteuse âgée de 59 ans nous reçoit dans les locaux du « Monde », à l'occasion du Festival organisé en septembre par le quotidien, alors qu'elle est au cœur d'une triple actualité. Toujours à l'affiche du film de Sophie Fillières « Ma vie, ma gueule », Agnès Jaoui sort un nouvel album, « Attendre que le soleil revienne », et un livre autobiographique, « La Taille de nos seins ».Elle évoque son enfance à Sarcelles puis à Paris autour d'un père passionné de musique et d'une mère amatrice de littérature, un couple de juifs tunisiens qui ont vécu un temps en Israël. Très jeune, Agnès Jaoui apprend à observer les autres, fréquente les expositions, baigne au milieu des livres et de la musique avant de prendre des cours de théâtre. Sa rencontre avec Jean-Pierre Bacri est alors déterminante. Elle développe ensuite son rapport au goût, son coup de foudre amical avec Sophie Fillières, la vulnérabilité qu'elle trouve dans la chanson ou son amour des romans de Leonardo Padura.Agnès Jaoui revient longuement aussi sur ce qu'elle attend d'une œuvre d'art : « Ce qui me passionne c'est ce moment où tout à coup, on voit les choses différemment. Il y a des artistes qui vous font trouver de la beauté là où vous n'en voyiez pas avant. Le déterminisme socio-culturel et psychologique est tel que souvent on n'arrive pas à imaginer les choses d'un autre point de vue. L'amour permet ça, la rencontre, l'art évidemment. »Depuis six saisons, la journaliste et productrice Géraldine Sarratia interroge la construction et les méandres du goût d'une personnalité. Qu'ils ou elles soient créateurs, artistes, cuisiniers ou intellectuels, tous convoquent leurs souvenirs d'enfance, tous évoquent la dimension sociale et culturelle de la construction d'un corpus de goûts, d'un ensemble de valeurs.Un podcast produit et présenté par Géraldine Sarratia (Genre idéal) préparé avec l'aide de Diane Lisarelli et Juliette SavardRéalisation : Emmanuel BauxMusique : Gotan Project Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

L'émission 28 Minutes du 16/09/2024 Agnès Jaoui part à la recherche de son enfance perdue “Je n'ai jamais été autant courtisée, regardée, draguée, pelotée, harcelée, abusée qu'entre mes 10 et 13 ans. Il faut dire que j'ai eu des seins très tôt”. Avec “La taille de nos seins” (Grasset, 2024), Agnès Jaoui se livre de manière intime en racontant ses souvenirs d'enfant pendant les années 1970, au cœur du 5e arrondissement de Paris. L'amitié — entre filles — y tient une place prépondérante. Le livre est justement illustré par Cécile Partouche, avec qui elle a partagé toutes ses aventures parisiennes et rocambolesques. “Madame Sahoute”, l'institutrice qui la surnomme “Mademoiselle Chichi”, le déracinement après avoir déménagé de Sarcelles, mais aussi l'apprentissage de ce qu'implique son genre sont autant de sujets qu'elle revisite cinquante ans après. Agnès Jaoui dépeint la naissance de sa poitrine comme un moment particulier où elle perçoit un changement dans le regard des hommes. Une vérité qu'elle portera dans sa chair —  dévoilée avec pudeur dans un chapitre sobrement intitulé “Le secret”.  Rapport Draghi sur la compétitivité de l'UE : un électrochoc pour l'Europe ? Le Rapport sur “le futur de la compétitivité européenne”, remis par Mario Draghi à la présidente de la Commission européenne lundi 9 septembre, est apparu comme un coup de tonnerre. L'ancien patron de la BCE dresse le portrait d'un “défi existentiel” pour l'économie européenne : la compétitivité des Vingt-Sept a décroché par rapport aux États-Unis, souligne-t-il, tandis que la concurrence de la Chine s'accroît sur le “Vieux continent”. “Le revenu disponible réel par habitant a augmenté presque deux fois plus aux États-Unis qu'en Europe depuis 2000”, développe Mario Draghi. Face à ce constat, il met sur la table 170 propositions, notamment des investissements massifs à hauteur de 750 à 800 milliards d'euros. Les préconisations formulées par l'économiste et homme d'État italien pourraient-elles se traduire par des mesures concrètes ? Sont-elles envisageables alors que plusieurs pays sont visés par une procédure de déficit excessif ?  Enfin, Xavier Mauduit s'intéresse à la “Joconde de Berlin” et Marie Bonnisseau revient sur le destin d'un paquet de chips, qui a bouleversé l'écosystème d'un parc naturel américain. 28 Minutes est le magazine d'actualité d'ARTE, présenté par Elisabeth Quin du lundi au jeudi à 20h05. Renaud Dély est aux commandes de l'émission le vendredi et le samedi. Ce podcast est coproduit par KM et ARTE Radio. 16 septembre 2024 - Présentation : Élisabeth Quin - Production : KM, ARTE Radio

durée : 00:54:58 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - "Ville tombée du ciel" écrivait Marc Bernard dans son essai "Sarcellopolis". Un demi-siècle plus tard, c'était ce titre, "Sarcellopolis", que reprenait Sébastien Daycard-Heid pour un documentaire explorant l'histoire de Sarcelles, le premier et le plus vaste des grands ensembles de France. - réalisation : Romain Masson

durée : 00:55:00 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - "Ville tombée du ciel" écrivait Marc Bernard dans son essai "Sarcellopolis". Un demi-siècle plus tard, c'était ce titre, "Sarcellopolis", que reprenait Sébastien Daycard-Heid pour un documentaire explorant l'histoire de Sarcelles, le premier et le plus vaste des grands ensembles de France.

C'est à Kolwezi, en République démocratique du Congo, que sa voix cristalline est née. Le contreténor Serge Kakudji a découvert l'opéra enfant à la télévision et a fait ses armes dans les conservatoires de Namur, en Belgique, puis de Saint-Maur-des-Fossés, en banlieue parisienne. Les rôles en Europe, il les a enchaînés, interprétant aussi bien Jules César qu'un des premiers rôles d'une adaptation d'Italo Calvino. Mais il n'oublie pas d'où il vient. Créer des ponts artistiques entre son Afrique natale et l'Europe, voilà la mission qu'il s'est choisie. Il était au festival Les PolyKromies à Sarcelles des 5 et 6 juillet, pour la première mondiale de sa nouvelle œuvre, Second Souffle. À écouter aussiSerge Kakudji, un contre-ténor perché

Em França, decorre hoje a segunda volta das eleições legislativas com a extrema-direita a ter a dianteira em muitas dos 501 círculos eleitorais que ainda falta apurar. Em Bernes-sur-Oise, uma aldeia de cerca de 2.500 habitantes, vota-se numa triangular em que a extrema-direita tem a dianteira, algo que chocou a população. Em Bernes sur Oise, uma aldeia na extremidade norte da região de Ile de França, a região de Paris, é um dia importante para Jocelyne Borges de Carvalho, franco-cabo-verdiana, que hoje veio votar para impedir a chegada ao poder da extrema-direita no seu cículo eleitoral."É extremamente importante votar hoje, este domingo, na segunda volta das eleições legislativas, porque é importante pelo menos para alguém que nasceu e cresceu em França, com pais cabo-verdianos, é importante defender os valores da liberdade, da igualdade e da fraternidade, que são valores franceses, mas também o valor da diversidade. Por isso, eu própria não tenho necessariamente uma cor política, mas convido realmente as pessoas a virem votar para que possamos viver todos serenamente", disse a eleitora em entrevista à RFI.É no 1º círculo eleitoral da região de Val d'Oise que acontece uma das 89 eleições triangulares onde três candidatos disputam a segunda volta das eleições. Aqui, em Bernes sur Oise, a candidata da União Nacional, Anne Sicard, chegou em primeiro lugar há uma semana, com 33,65% dos votos. O candidato da Nova Frente Popular, Maximilien Jules-Arthur, em segundo, e Emilie Chandler, do campo do Presidente, decidiu não desistir e continuar na corrida. O aumento dos votos na extrema-direita face às eleições de 2022 chocou uma parte da população."O que marcou mais as pessoas aqui em Bernes sur Oise foi a ascensão da extrema-direita, um partido que defende valores que são contra a diversidade e contra os direitos das mulheres. Portanto, espero realmente que as pessoas venham votar contra este partido", constatou.Esta manhã, por volta das 13:00, já tinha votado 38% da população, mais do que a média nacional que se situava por volta dos 26%.Com 34 anos, e tendo crescido em cidades multi-culturais entre a região parisiense e Amies, Jocelyn vê-se agora confrontada com um discurso de ódio e uma agressividade que diz nunca ter visto até agora em França."É verdade que este discurso de ódio e racista está a crescer cada vez mais. Antes, em todo o caso, a União Nacional, antiga Frente Nacional, não tinha esta força. Desde que vivemos nesta crise e neste período de grande inflação, as pessoas estão a ter dificuldade em sobreviver e já não acreditam no que lhes é oferecido, por isso tendem a ir para um partido porque não conhecem. Mas também se esquecem de onde vem esse partido. Portanto, acho que as pessoas estão muito preocupadas por tudo o que afecta a sua vida quotidiana e querem mesmo mudar", declarou.Para esta franco-cabo-verdiana, o que a assusta mais são os valores com os quais o filho será confrontado caso a extrema-direita triunfe."Tenho muito medo destas convulsões porque, hoje, não sabemos o que vai mudar. Mas eu preferia que o meu filho crescesse num país que defende a liberdade e a diversidade, onde todos podem viver juntos, tanto mais que ele também cresceu em Sarcelles, uma cidade muito cosmopolita onde todas as nacionalidades vivem juntas. E eu quero realmente que ele cresça num ambiente são, sem ódio, mas que também respeite estes valores ligados à igualdade, uma igualdade que lhe permita dizer que aqui é possível, e se ele quiser ser Presidente, pode ser Presidente, sem se sentir limitado pelas escolhas politicas deste país", concluiu.A preocupação estende-se a toda a comunidade cabo-verdiana, com alguns membros a ponderarem mesmo um regresso ao país de origem ou país de origem dos seus pais, embora esta seja uma volta difícil para quem viveu toda a sua vida em França.As pessoas partilham os seus medos, os seus receios de ter obstáculos aos seus direitos em França. Por isso, inevitavelmente, estamos sempre a falar disso, a toda a hora. Neste momento, as pessoas não estão serenas e têm medo do resultado. Já ouvimos as pessoas dizerem talvez volte para Cabo Verde. Se alguma vez a extrema-direita chegar ao poder, fala-se nisso. Temos sorte em poder voltar ao nosso país de origem. Só que não é também não é uma vontade, porque Cabo Verde é um país onde gostamos de ir de férias, mas faltam algumas infra-estruturas, nomeadamente a nível da saúde e alguns reformados aqui em França de cuidados de saúde e têm medo de voltar. Mas ainda é muito cedo para falar deste tipo de extremos.Este final de tarde, Jocelyn estará entre um número limitado de cidadadãos que vão ajudar a contar os votos, fazendo viver em cada mesa eleitoral o espírito republicano independentemente do candidato mais votado.Catarina Falcão,Bernes sur Oise,RFI

ESSENTIEL — les rendez-vous du jeudi – Annette Wieviorka Elle reçoit Annie Stora-Lamarre pour son livre Le silence brise : Une traversée migratoire des mondes juifs perdus aux éditions Sylepse.  À propos du livre : « Le silence brise : Une traversée migratoire des mondes juifs perdus ». paru aux éditions Sylepse  Réflexion sur l'exil et les mondes disparus, ce livre entreprend de briser le silence du/de la migrant·e qui dissimule tout un pan de la richesse de ses origines par peur de se faire rejeter. Le retour mémoriel, c'est celui de l'autrice sur ses années constantinoises dans les années 1950 dont elle parle tout en questionnant ses propres choix : ce qu'elle garde vivant, ce qu'elle veut transmettre, ce qu'elle veut oublier. Dans ce processus ininterrompu qu'est l'exil comment donner sens au silence initié par la violence du déracinement ? Dans le Paris des années 1960, elle décrit une relégation dans les banlieues, à Sarcelles ou Sartrouville. Elle ressent le regard condescendant de la minorité juive française de culture ashkénaze. La dureté de cet accueil et ce sentiment d'injustice motivent sa curiosité pour aller à la rencontre de leur chemin migratoire. Ces interrogations croisent ses recherches d'historienne consacrées à la morale et au droit de la de la 3e République, au sein de laquelle la théorie néodarwinienne de la sélection naturelle fonde une pensée hiérarchique et inégalitaire ordonnant "la marche des civilisations vers le progrès". Le livre entrecroise mémoire et histoire. La traversée des mondes juifs mobilise des sources diverses : archives policières, autobiographies, romans... Cette mobilisation permet de comprendre comment le/la migrant·e juif·ve s'est défait des traumatismes des persécutions pour s'intégrer dans l'ordre juridique républicain. Comment, dans son désir de naturalisation, l'étranger·ère joue entre ce qui relève de l'ordre public et de ce qui est destiné à rester privé. A contrario, les narrations font surgir de ces silences rusés mille façons flamboyantes d'être juif et juive, mille espaces symboliques, mille lieux, qu'il s'agisse d'enracinement, de migrations, d'expulsion, de dispersion. À propos d'Annie Stora-Lamarre Annie Stora-Lamarre a été professeure d'histoire contemporaine à l'Université de Besançon. Ses travaux avant ce livre ont porté principalement sur la compréhension des figures à risques de la IIIᵉ république. La république des faibles. Les origines intellectuelles du droit républicain, Paris, Armand Colin, 2005.

ESSENTIEL — les rendez-vous du jeudi – Annette Wieviorka Elle reçoit Annie Stora-Lamarre pour son livre Le silence brise : Une traversée migratoire des mondes juifs perdus aux éditions Sylepse.  À propos du livre : « Le silence brise : Une traversée migratoire des mondes juifs perdus ». paru aux éditions Sylepse  Réflexion sur l'exil et les mondes disparus, ce livre entreprend de briser le silence du/de la migrant·e qui dissimule tout un pan de la richesse de ses origines par peur de se faire rejeter. Le retour mémoriel, c'est celui de l'autrice sur ses années constantinoises dans les années 1950 dont elle parle tout en questionnant ses propres choix : ce qu'elle garde vivant, ce qu'elle veut transmettre, ce qu'elle veut oublier. Dans ce processus ininterrompu qu'est l'exil comment donner sens au silence initié par la violence du déracinement ? Dans le Paris des années 1960, elle décrit une relégation dans les banlieues, à Sarcelles ou Sartrouville. Elle ressent le regard condescendant de la minorité juive française de culture ashkénaze. La dureté de cet accueil et ce sentiment d'injustice motivent sa curiosité pour aller à la rencontre de leur chemin migratoire. Ces interrogations croisent ses recherches d'historienne consacrées à la morale et au droit de la de la 3e République, au sein de laquelle la théorie néodarwinienne de la sélection naturelle fonde une pensée hiérarchique et inégalitaire ordonnant "la marche des civilisations vers le progrès". Le livre entrecroise mémoire et histoire. La traversée des mondes juifs mobilise des sources diverses : archives policières, autobiographies, romans... Cette mobilisation permet de comprendre comment le/la migrant·e juif·ve s'est défait des traumatismes des persécutions pour s'intégrer dans l'ordre juridique républicain. Comment, dans son désir de naturalisation, l'étranger·ère joue entre ce qui relève de l'ordre public et de ce qui est destiné à rester privé. A contrario, les narrations font surgir de ces silences rusés mille façons flamboyantes d'être juif et juive, mille espaces symboliques, mille lieux, qu'il s'agisse d'enracinement, de migrations, d'expulsion, de dispersion. À propos d'Annie Stora-Lamarre Annie Stora-Lamarre a été professeure d'histoire contemporaine à l'Université de Besançon. Ses travaux avant ce livre ont porté principalement sur la compréhension des figures à risques de la IIIᵉ république. La république des faibles. Les origines intellectuelles du droit républicain, Paris, Armand Colin, 2005.

C'est à Sciences-Po Paris que la mobilisation pro-palestinienne s'est le plus manifestement exprimée... même si les forces de l'ordre sont intervenues à plusieurs reprises. « Sciences-Po : la dérive antisioniste »,  titre Le Point, sans que l'article qui suit étaye véritablement cette affirmation. Même si l'on comprend entre les lignes, que la France Insoumise et son leader Jean-Luc Mélenchon, sont accusés d'avoir infiltré Sciences Po et d'avoir opté pour une ligne antisioniste, voire antisémite.Autre angle d'attaque pour Le Journal du Dimanche, qui nous annonce que « les Frères Musulmans sont à l'assaut »de Sciences Po. Dans le viseur cette fois-ci, une association pro-palestinienne qui serait proche des Frères Musulmans, et « qui aurait », nous dit-on, « joué un rôle majeur dans le déroulé des manifestations ». Le JDD publie aussi une tribune de Marek Halter, écrivain français, juif d'origine polonaise, une tribune intitulée : « A ceux qui occupent les universités en soutien au Hamas », accuse-t-il. Marek Halter dit craindre que « demain ou d'ici un mois, des synagogues et des écoles juives flambent en France », « au cri de Allah Akbar ».De son côté, l'hebdomadaire Marianne, a tenté de savoir ce que les jeunes pensent de la guerre à Gaza. Tout d'abord en province, à Rennes, dans l'ouest de la France, où certaines voix s'élèvent contre les accusations d'antisémitisme. « Des accusations malhonnêtes », estime une étudiante en histoire de l'art : « Nous on se soulève pour la Palestine, pour dénoncer la colonisation israélienne et le massacre qui se déroule là-bas. Il n'y a pas de haine. On ne fait pas de lien direct entre Israël et les juifs, on ne mélange pas tout ». Marianne s'est aussi rendu dans une banlieue dite « sensible », à Sarcelles, en région parisienne. « Pas de slogan antisémite ou antisioniste sur les murs de la ville », raconte l'hebdomadaire, « pas d'autocollant appelant au boycott d'Israël. Ici, le Palestinien n'est pas une icône musulmane ».  Dans cette banlieue surnommée « la petite Jérusalem », « du fait de son importante communauté Juive », poursuit Marianne, « les habitants sont surtout soucieux de joindre les deux bouts ».Mission impossibleC'est en Argentine que l'hebdomadaire Le Point a envoyé le journaliste et écrivain Olivier Guez, dans l'espoir d'une rencontre avec l'ultra libéral et fantasque président argentin, Javier Milei. Un envoyé spécial bien à la peine... Étant passé, en vain, par le service de presse du président, il arrive tout de même à se faire inviter chez « un richissime homme d'affaires », qui lui « conseille d'écrire au président sur les réseaux sociaux. Karina (la soeur et collaboratrice du président), te répondra peut-être, elle et son frère y passent une partie de leur journée », lui conseille-t-il.  « Autant jeter une bouteille à la mer dans l'Atlantique Sud », remarque l'envoyé spécial du Point, dont la quête sert de prétexte à la découverte de l'Argentine, qui nous dit-on, « affronte un de ces psychodrames dont elle raffole : elle est au bord du précipice, comme tous les dix à vingt ans ». On apprendra aussi de Javier Milei qu'il a fait cloner son chien Conan, que sa soeur Karina, est une « ancienne vendeuse de gâteaux sur Instagram », et qu'elle « fait régulièrement le ménage dans l'entourage du président ». Président que le journaliste du Point, vous l'aurez deviné, ne rencontrera jamais.Président TGVParis Match est allé à la rencontre d'Andry Rajoelina, le président malgache, visiblement beaucoup plus accessible que son homologue argentin. Andry Rajoelina que l'hebdomadaire, visiblement conquis, surnomme « Le président TGV ». « J'ai toujours eu un esprit de leader », affirme le président malgache. « À 20 ans, j'ai créé ma société d'évènementiel ». « À 34 ans, poursuit Paris Match, il devenait le plus jeune chef d'État africain ». Aujourd'hui, Andry Rajoelina tire un bilan élogieux de son premier mandat, assurant avoir construit « 30 centres hospitaliers universitaires en cinq ans »,  « bâti plus de 4 000 salles de classe, et goudronné plus de 500 kilomètres de routes ». Interrogé sur l'extrême pauvreté à Madagascar, il répond : « On peut toujours critiquer, mais dans d'autres pays, ce type de projet pourrait prendre une dizaine d'années ».  « Quelles sont ses relations avec la France ? Très bonnes », répond  Andry Rajoelina. « Je suis fréquemment en contact avec le président Macron ». « Mais selon moi, la France ne s'engage pas suffisamment avec Madagascar ». Les adieux à Killian Mbappé.Killian Mbappé est à la Une d'Aujourd'hui en France Dimanche, avec ce titre : « Le Parc perd son prince, la star du PSG joue ce dimanche, son dernier match sur la pelouse du stade parisien. Les supporters (...), regrettent déjà le meilleur buteur de l'histoire du club ». « Il va laisser un grand vide », déplore le journal, qui égrène les regrets. « Mbappé a tout donné, mais ce n'était pas assez aux yeux de certains (...) Ce dimanche, le PSG reçoit son trophée de champion de France, et rien n'est prévu pour la star qui va tirer sa révérence sans hommage particulier. C'est triste. Même s'il est brouillé avec son président, il mérite mieux qu'un adieu sans larmes », conclut Aujourd'hui en France-Dimanche.

Cette semaine 500 reçoit Salif Keita aka Filas.D'origine malienne, Salif voit le jour au début des années 70. C'est au début des années 80 que la famille Keita s'installe dans la commune de Sarcelles. Enfant attachant, Filas comme on le surnomme et passionné de musique et n'est jamais le dernier quand il s'agit de faire des "bêtises". Au milieu des années 90, en compagnie des BPJ pour "Black power junior" Salif grimpe dans la voyoucratie. Malgré les avertissements répétés de sa mère ou encore des forces de l'ordre, Salif finira par passer quelques années derrière les barreaux. Toujours assoiffé par l'appât du gain, il n'en démord pas et demeure toujours aussi gourmand.Lors d'une énième arrestation, sa vie changera à tout jamais ...Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

L'info qu'il faut : - L'initiale de votre nom de famille a un impact sur votre réussite Le winner du jour : - Leur ticket gagnant est clairement bidon, mais ils tentent le coup - Un alligator sème la panique en pleine rue, un ancien militaire adepte de MMA parvient à capturer l'animal à mains nues Les savoirs inutile : Des montagnes russes à faire à pieds, ça vous parait absurde ? Pourtant ça existe. Le concept vient d'Allemagne ! Le Bonus : Au Brésil, l'Armée du Salut a trouvé une solution qui permet de faire une bonne action pendant les voyages Le jeu surprise : Frédéric de Saint Brice près de Sarcelles gagne une tablette surface pro 9. La banque RTL2 : Caroline de Saint Lo remporte 2000€ à dépenser chez Belambra.

L'émission 28 Minutes du 16/04/2024 Noémie Halioua veut sauver l'Amour face aux néo-féministes "Soyons francs : l'égalité et l'amour sont des oxymores et ce, quel que soit le sexe des amoureux (…) par nature l'amour n'est pas égalitaire." Noémie Halioua grandit à Sarcelles dans le Val d'Oise, au sein d'une communauté juive très pratiquante. Petite fille, elle rêve d'émancipation face aux "injonctions morales" qui lui sont imposées. Aujourd'hui journaliste et rédactrice en chef du service international du média “Factuel”, elle s'inquiète du retour d'un "nouvel ordre moral" concernant les relations femmes-hommes. Dans son dernier essai "La terreur jusque sous nos draps" — paru aux éditions Plon — elle explique vouloir "sauver l'amour" et proposer un contre-discours aux œuvres néo-féministes qui, selon elle, célèbrent "l'amour de soi plutôt que l'amour de l'autre." Noémie Halioua est notre invitée.  Procès Trump : la présidentielle américaine se joue-t-elle au tribunal ? Un procès inédit s'est ouvert ce lundi à New York : pour la première fois dans l'histoire de la démocratie américaine, un ancien président — Donald Trump — comparaît devant la justice pénale de son pays. Ce dernier est accusé d'avoir falsifié les comptes de son groupe immobilier en vue d'acheter le silence de Stormy Daniels — ancienne actrice pornographique — à propos d'une relation extra-conjugale. Pour avoir caché ces informations en 2016, soit en pleine campagne présidentielle, il encourt jusqu'à quatre ans de prison. Ce passage devant la justice ne sera pas le dernier : déjà condamné au civil pour diffamation en janvier et fraude financière en février, il est aussi poursuivi dans trois autres procédures pénales. Pourtant, ces affaires ne semblent pas le pénaliser dans la course à la présidentielle, puisque selon les sondages, Donald Trump bénéficie toujours d'une légère avance sur Joe Biden. Il faut dire que le camp trumpiste est persuadé que leur candidat est victime d'une persécution visant à lui barrer la route de la Maison-Blanche, une rhétorique que ce dernier ne se prive pas de reprendre. Pourra-t-il surmonter l'obstacle des procès ? On en débat.   Enfin, retrouvez également les chroniques de Xavier Mauduit et Marie Bonnisseau !  28 Minutes est le magazine d'actualité d'ARTE, présenté par Elisabeth Quin du lundi au jeudi à 20h05. Renaud Dély est aux commandes de l'émission le vendredi et le samedi. Ce podcast est coproduit par KM et ARTE Radio.  Enregistrement : 16 avril 2024 - Présentation : Renaud Dély - Production : KM, ARTE Radio

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«Wir passen auf, dass der Nahostkonflikt nicht importiert wird» – Seit dem Angriff der Hamas geht in Sarcelles, einem Vorort von Paris, der auch "kleines Jerusalem" genannt wird, die Angst um. Hier leben Juden und Muslime seit Generationen friedlich zusammen. Wird es so bleiben mit der jüngsten Eskalation in Nahost? Heutiger Gast: Tobias Gafafer, Frankreich-Korrespondent Host: David Vogel Produzentin: Marlen Oehler Weitere Informationen zum Thema: https://www.nzz.ch/international/nahostkonflikt-bei-frankreichs-juden-geht-die-angst-um-ld.1763878 Informiere dich kurz, kompakt und fokussiert über das Weltgeschehen mit unserem täglichen Newsletter, dem «NZZ Briefing». Jetzt kostenlos registrieren und abonnieren unter go.nzz.ch/briefing

C dans l'air du 4 novembre 2023 - La France face à l'antisémitisme Une "marche contre la guerre" sous haute surveillance. Pour la première fois depuis le début de la guerre entre Israël et le Hamas, une manifestation de soutien aux Palestiniens s'est élancée de la place de la République à Paris, ce samedi, avec l'aval de la préfecture de Paris. Si l'État a autorisé le rassemblement, contrairement aux précédents, c'est sûrement parce que l'appel à manifester a été signé par la CGT, FSU, l'UNEF, LFI, EELV, le PCF ou encore le NPA, des organisations représentatives et structurées, qui disposent souvent de leur propre service d'ordre. D'abord silencieux, le Parti socialiste d'Olivier Faure, en froid avec la NUPES, a finalement annoncé qu'il se joindrait à la marche. Le préfet de police de Paris Laurent Nuñez a néanmoins annoncé qu'il ne tolérera aucun débordement. La moindre banderole ou pancarte à caractère antisémite fera l'objet d'une interpellation et d'une enquête judiciaire. Le préfet reste marqué par la manifestation pro-palestinienne de juillet 2014, lors de laquelle des pro-palestiniens et des groupes de défense juifs s'étaient affrontés devant la synagogue Don Isaac Abravanel, rue de la Roquette (Paris XIe). L'inquiétude est grande, car à mesure que les bombardements s'intensifient sur la bande de Gaza, l'antisémitisme se propage en France : depuis les attaques du Hamas le 7 octobre dernier en Israël, plus de 880 actes antisémites ont été recensés en France par le ministère de l'Intérieur. Le dernier en date, un groupe d'adolescents scandant gaiement sa haine des juifs et sa "fierté" d'être nazis, dans le métro parisien, a suscité l'indignation de toute la classe politique. Une enquête a été ouverte par le parquet de Paris, notamment pour "apologie du terrorisme", tandis que le préfet a déclaré sur X (ex-Twitter) : "Nous ne laisserons rien passer. Tous les moyens d'investigations sont mis en œuvre pour retrouver rapidement les auteurs." À Sarcelles, dans le Val d'Oise, où vivent côte-à-côte une importante communauté juive et musulmane, la recrudescence des actes antisémites inquiète forcément. Dans cette commune de 60 000 habitants, un quart sont de confession juive. Le 20 juillet 2014, en marge d'une manifestation contre l'intervention militaire d'Israël à Gaza, des violences antisémites avaient éclaté : commerces et voitures incendiées, mobilier urbain saccagé, tirs de mortier... Le traumatisme est resté vif parmi la population juive. Pour éviter tout nouveau risque d'embrasement entre les communautés, les rondes de police ont été renforcées. "Mon rôle est de faire en sorte que ça ne se reproduise pas", a déclaré le maire PS de la ville, Patrick Haddad. "Le conflit est déjà assez meurtrier là-bas pour qu'on n'ait pas besoin d'en rajouter ici", a-t-il ajouté. De l'autre côté de l'Atlantique, aux Etats-Unis, le vivre-ensemble a justement volé en éclat sur les campus universitaires où de violentes manifestations pro et anti-Israël ont été observées. "Nous tenons Israël pour entier responsable des violences en cours", a-t-on pu lire dans un texte cosigné par une trentaine de groupes en solidarité avec la cause palestinienne à Harvard, suscitant la colère des puissants donateurs de l'université. À Berkeley, haut-lieu du militantisme étudiant en Californie, les étudiants et le corps professoral se déchirent désormais sur le même sujet. Les provocations fusent de la part des deux camps, sur les réseaux sociaux également, où les protagonistes se masquent pour éviter d'être reconnus, car ils risquent gros. Outre d'éventuelles poursuites judiciaires, les étudiants pourraient s'exposer aux foudres du milieu des affaires auquel certains se destinent. Dans une tribune au Wall Street Journal, le professeur de droit des affaires Steven Davidoff Solomon a d'ailleurs supplié le monde du business de "ne pas embaucher [ses] étudiants antisémites.", tandis que plusieurs mécènes menacent de retirer leurs donations. Doit-on craindre davantage de débordements antisémites en France ? Comment préserver le vivre-ensemble entre les communautés juive et musulmane, mis-à-mal par la guerre au Proche-Orient ? Pourquoi les tensions sont-elles si vives sur les campus universitaires américains ? LES EXPERTS : - Nonna MAYER - Directrice de recherche au CNRS/Sciences Po, spécialiste de l'extrême-droite, du racisme et de l'antisémitisme - Anthony BELLANGER - Éditorialiste, spécialiste des questions internationales - France Inter - Etienne GIRARD - Rédacteur en chef du service société - L'Express - Vincent BRENGARTH - Avocat pénaliste

REDIFF - Le 14 juillet 1995, Jean-Bernard Wiktorska est retrouvé écrasé par une haltère de 50 kilos sur son banc de musculation, à Sarcelles. Le médecin conclut à une mort accidentelle. Mais alors que le défunt est sur le point d'être incinéré, un appel anonyme parvient à la PJ de Versailles : il s'agirait d'un meurtre perpétré par la compagne de Jean-Bernard, Nadège, et par son amant, Jean-Stéphane Saizelet. Ces diaboliques du Val-d'Oise ont reproduit pas à pas un épisode de Columbo diffusé quelque temps plus tôt à la télévision. Retrouvez tous les jours en podcast le décryptage d'un faits divers, d'un crime ou d'une énigme judiciaire par Jean-Alphonse Richard, entouré de spécialistes, et de témoins d'affaires criminelles. Ecoutez L'heure du Crime du 26 juillet 2023 avec Jean-Alphonse Richard.

REDIFF - Le 14 juillet 1995, Jean-Bernard Wiktorska est retrouvé écrasé par une haltère de 50 kilos sur son banc de musculation, à Sarcelles. Le médecin conclut à une mort accidentelle. Mais alors que le défunt est sur le point d'être incinéré, un appel anonyme parvient à la PJ de Versailles : il s'agirait d'un meurtre perpétré par la compagne de Jean-Bernard, Nadège, et par son amant, Jean-Stéphane Saizelet. Ces diaboliques du Val-d'Oise ont reproduit pas à pas un épisode de Columbo diffusé quelque temps plus tôt à la télévision. Retrouvez tous les jours en podcast le décryptage d'un faits divers, d'un crime ou d'une énigme judiciaire par Jean-Alphonse Richard, entouré de spécialistes, et de témoins d'affaires criminelles. Ecoutez L'heure du Crime du 26 juillet 2023 avec Jean-Alphonse Richard.

(00:00:55) Succès et ambiguïtés du sommet de l'OTAN dans la presse internationale (00:05:06) Défense de l'espace aérien nord-américain contre les armes hypersoniques (00:09:50) Questions universelles à l'école primaire: reportage à l'atelier-philo de Sarcelles (00:15:01) «Le Grand Récit» avec Johann Chapoutout (4/5): complotisme et faits alternatifs

durée : 00:04:13 - Le Reportage de la Rédaction - Construit entre 1955 et 1975 dans le Val d'Oise, Sarcelles est le plus grand ensemble de France. Trois semaines après les émeutes qui ont suivi la mort de Nahel, un reportage sur place avec cette question en filigrane : vit-on à Sarcelles avec les mêmes droits et les mêmes chances qu'ailleurs ?

durée : 00:44:14 - Par les temps qui courent - par : Marie Richeux - Rencontre avec le photographe et anthropologue Camilo Leon-Quijano à l'occasion de la parution de son livre "La cité : une anthropologie photographique" aux éditions de L'EHESS. - invités : Camilo Leon-Quijano Anthropologue et photographe

durée : 00:44:14 - Par les temps qui courent - par : Marie Richeux - Rencontre avec le photographe et anthropologue Camilo Leon-Quijano à l'occasion de la parution de son livre "La cité : une anthropologie photographique" aux éditions de L'EHESS. - invités : Camilo Leon-Quijano Anthropologue et photographe

Rdv avec le rappeur légendaire Passi. Retour sur son arrivée du Congo à Sarcelles, la création de son groupe mythique Ministère A.M.E.R, sa carrière solo et productions novatrices telles que le « Bisso Na Bisso » et les compilations « Dis L'Heure 2 Zouk » entre autres… Au cours de cet épisode, Passi nous partage ses visions d'avenirs et ses projets qui fédèrent l'Afrique franco et anglophone. Le rappeur Stomy Bugsy offre la vidéo surprise. Retrouvez la version longue de l'émission sur la chaîne YouTube de Légendes Urbaines avec en bonus la vidéo surprise de la réalisatrice allemande Lisa Bierwirth et le billet d'humeur d'Aimeric Alias Krow.

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Cette semaine dans CAST nous recevons un couteau suisse aux multiples talents et inspirations, Abou Séga. Un épisode à l'image de ce personnage débordant d'énergie qui vient nous parler de son parcours depuis sa jeunesse à Sarcelles en passant par sa formation de journaliste jusqu'à sa position actuelle de directeur créatif de son jeune label « Niramy studios ». --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/castp0dcast/message

Le 14 juillet 1995, Jean-Bernard Wiktorska est retrouvé écrasé par une haltère de 50 kilos sur son banc de musculation, à Sarcelles. Le médecin conclut à une mort accidentelle. Mais alors que le défunt est sur le point d'être incinéré, un appel anonyme parvient à la PJ de Versailles : il s'agirait d'un meurtre perpétré par la compagne de Jean-Bernard, Nadège, et par son amant, Jean-Stéphane Saizelet. Ces diaboliques du Val-d'Oise ont reproduit pas à pas un épisode de Columbo diffusé quelque temps plus tôt à la télévision.

Le 14 juillet 1995, Jean-Bernard Wiktorska est retrouvé écrasé par une haltère de 50 kilos sur son banc de musculation, à Sarcelles. Le médecin conclut à une mort accidentelle. Mais alors que le défunt est sur le point d'être incinéré, un appel anonyme parvient à la PJ de Versailles : il s'agirait d'un meurtre perpétré par la compagne de Jean-Bernard, Nadège, et par son amant, Jean-Stéphane Saizelet. Ces diaboliques du Val-d'Oise ont reproduit pas à pas un épisode de Columbo diffusé quelque temps plus tôt à la télévision. Retrouvez tous les jours en podcast le décryptage d'un faits divers, d'un crime ou d'une énigme judiciaire par Jean-Alphonse Richard, entouré de spécialistes, et de témoins d'affaires criminelles. Ecoutez L'heure du Crime avec Jean-Alphonse Richard du 16 novembre 2022

In today's episode we read Chapter 28 – All that Could have Been - in which Lucas once again finds himself transported, this time back to Carnifex House, but his feeling of relief is short livedThe Skylark Bell is Brought to you by: Phaeton Starling Publishing and Things with Wings Productions.The Skylark Bell official website - http://www.theskylarkbell.comThe Skylark Bell on Instagram: @theskylarkbellAuthor/Producer: Melissa Oliveri - http://www.melissaoliveri.comJoin Melissa's Patreon for early access to podcast episodes, music downloads, and more: http://www.patreon.com/melissaoliveriMelissa on Twitter: @melissaoliveriAll music by Cannelle: http://www.cannellemusic.comCannelle on Instagram: @cannelle.musicMerch: http://www.melissaoliveri.com/storeThis week's Boopod Network podcast partner is The Activity Continues: https://linkin.bio/theactivitycontinuesFULL TRANSCRIPT:Things with Wings Productions presents: Episode 28 of The Skylark Bell, Wingspan. I am your host, Melissa Oliveri.  In our previous episode, Lucas got lost in the terrible snow storm of 1925, and despite a mysterious man attempting to come to his rescue, he never made it back to Meadow Lane.In today's episode we read Chapter 28 – All that Could have Been - in which Lucas once again finds himself transported, this time back to Carnifex House, but his feeling of relief is short livedBe sure to listen through to the end of the episode for a preciew of a paranormal podcast I quite enjoy called The Activity Continues.Now, it's time to settle in… grab a blanket, and a warm drink… and let's get started.Lucas can feel the warmth of the sun on his face. “I made it,” he thinks, a smile slowly growing. He opens his eyes and slowly looks around. His brow furrows as he recognizes the living room at Carnifex House. Realizing he is laying on the couch, he heaves a sigh of relief and starts laughing uncontrollably. “Magpie?!” he shouts, trying to kick off the tangle of blankets covering his legs. “Magpie, you won't believe the dream I had!” he shouts again. He hears footsteps coming slowly from the kitchen and sees Magpie's silhouette in the doorway to the dining room. “It was so crazy; I had a dream that I was Marius Corbeau! Can you believe it?!” he says, still laughing.The figure in the doorway stands motionless. “Magpie? Are you okay?” he asks, the laughter subsiding and giving way to an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Lucas struggles to sit up, a wave of nausea and dizziness instantly hitting him. He lays back down and takes a few deep breaths.“Oh Lucas,” comes Magpie's voice from the doorway, “that was no dream,” she says, walking into the room. Lucas turns to look toward her and feels a wave of shock wash through him. The woman standing next to the couch is definitely Magpie, of that he has no doubt, but her fiery red hair is now streaked with silver, and gentle lines crease the corners of her eyes and mouth.“What… what's going on? I don't understand…” he says, closing his eyes tightly, hoping perhaps this is the dream, and that he'll wake up at Meadow Lane after all.Magpie sits next down on the floor next to the couch and runs her finger along his cheek. “Lucas, you've been gone for 30 years,” she says, the words catching in her throat.Lucas opens his eyes and turns his head to look at her, his heart suddenly pounding so hard he can hear it echo in his head. Tears are streaming down Magpie's cheeks, and he reaches his hand up to wipe them away. “I don't understand. I don't… how?” he says, fighting off the urge to shout.“It's a long story, and I promise I will tell you everything I know,” she replies, her mouth taking on a sad smile, “but right now you need to rest. I'll go put the kettle on and make you a sandwich,” she says, getting up off the floor.Magpie walks back to the kitchen, leaving Lucas alone with his thoughts. Is it possible? Has he time-traveled again, this time to the future? Is this what happened to Marius Corbeau when he disappeared from Pocket in 1925? Magpie comes back with a cup of steaming hot tea and a tomato sandwich nestled on a plate. Lucas smiles at her, “I remember when Manon made us those sandwiches on our first day here!” he says, sitting up and graciously accepting the plate Magpie is handing him. A look of nostalgia washes over Magpie's face. “Gosh, that was decades ago, I haven't thought about it in years! I miss Manon and Alfred,” she says quietly.“Have they retired in the south of France?” he asks, putting the sandwich down to take a careful sip of steaming hot tea. Magpie looks at him for a long moment. “They both passed away years ago… as did your grandmother, Gemma,” she says, delivering the news as gently as she can.The reality of the situation hits Lucas like a ton of bricks and sends him reeling. He and Magpie have lived completely different timelines. He is still 25 years old, and she is now twice his age. She takes his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. He looks down at her hand and sees how time has worn it, the folds of her skin more prominent, and finally the tears come, and he does nothing to stop them. What a cruel twist of fate this is, not only to take him away from Farfalla after he had finally accepted that he would never see Magpie again, but to bring him back to Magpie, to his first love, only to have the life they had dreamed of be a complete impossibility. Lucas makes space for the grief he is feeling, then takes a moment to regroup. Suddenly a thought crosses his mind. “Are you married?” he asks, afraid of what she will say.Magpie looks down at the ground with an almost imperceptible nod. She heaves a sigh and looks back up at him. “Yes, I did get married. My husband's name was Julien, he was Manon and Alfred's son. We lived together here at Carnifex House for many happy years,” she says.“Where is he now?” asks Lucas.“He passed away too,” she says quietly, the pain of the loss clearly visible on her face, “it was an accident. We never had children, and I never remarried,” she adds, sparing him the heartache of having to ask.“Magpie, you're completely alone here!” he says, his heart aching for her.“Not anymore,” she replies, giving his hand a squeeze that sends his heart soaring.They take a moment to catch their breath, and Lucas finishes his food. “I think I can stand up now,” he says, tossing the blankets to the side and swinging his legs off the couch. Magpie holds his arm as he stands. He takes a moment to make sure he doesn't feel faint or dizzy, then takes a tentative step into the room. “All systems go,” he says, smiling at her. Finally, he takes the time to look around the room. Some of the furniture has changed, and the paint colour is different, but overall, it still feels like home.He shuffles over to the fireplace and looks at the photos on the mantle. He sees a photo from Magpie's wedding with Mrs. Phaeton, Manon, and Alfred standing proudly next to the happy couple, Magpie looking radiant in her wedding dress. He feels a pang of regret deep within his heart. “That should have been me,” he thinks, a lump forming in his throat. Next to the wedding photo are photos of Mrs. Phaeton, the Sarcelles, and the house at Meadow Lane with a sign above the door that reads “The Lark & Bell Artist's Retreat”. Next to it is a photo of Lucas himself, standing in the field next to Cormorant. He remembers that photo was taken only a few weeks before the fateful ride that sent him back a century. The last photo on the mantle hits Lucas in the gut. It is the old photo that Magpie had found at Meadow Lane the day she rang the Skylark Bell. It had been sitting on the mantle there, and she had brought it home to Grandma Gemma's for everyone to see. It was a photo of Lucas, as Marius, and Farfalla standing next to each other. A photo that was taken only a few weeks ago in Lucas' world. With a shaking hand he takes the photo from the mantle and brings it back to the couch. Magpie comes over and sits next to him. “What was she like?” she asks, running her finger along the edge of the frame. “She was wonderful,” he says, “she reminded me of you.”“Did you love her?” she asks.“I loved her, but not like I loved you,” he says after a long pause. Magpie nods quietly, she knows exactly what he means.They sit in silence, a silence deeper than the one that hovered over Meadow Lane when they first met, and look into one another's eyes. A world of meaning passes between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air, all that could have been… Thank you so much for listening.  Join me next week for Wingspan chapter 29, Next Steps, where Magpie and Lucas try to find a way out of the tangled strings of time and space.The Skylark Bell is brought to you by Phaeton Starling Publishing and features original music by Cannelle. If you are enjoying this story, please consider leaving a rating on Spotify or a review on Apple Podcasts, they help give the podcast visibility so others can find and enjoy the story. You can also support my work by subscribing to my Patreon where you get early access to episodes as well as MP3 downloads of the music, artwork, behind the scenes videos and more! Just check the show notes for links to Patreon, my website, and social media accounts.Before I go, I'd like to share this reel for a podcast I quite enjoy called The Activity Continues. Amy and Megan are fantastic hosts who discuss episodes of paranormal television show The Dead Files. If you enjoy the supernatural atmosphere of The Skylark Bell you'll want to check them out.Once again, thank you for listening – I'm Melissa Oliveri, writer, host and producer of The Skylark Bell Podcast.  Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/theskylarkbell/donations

Depuis 2018, ils font vivre le patrimoine musical du Bénin. Les jeunes du groupe de percussion Pepit'arts, originaires de la ville d'Adjarra, arpentent les scènes. La troupe revient en France ce mois-ci pour une série de concerts. Romain Da Costa, directeur des relations internationales de Rosny-sous-Bois, en Seine-Saint-Denis, et président du Haut Conseil des Béninois de l'Extérieur, est à l'initiative de cette tournée. Objectif : contribuer au développement du Bénin dans tous les domaines.  RFI: Vous êtes ici pour accompagner la tournée en Europe du groupe de percussion béninois les Pepit'arts, un groupe composé d'enfants, crée en 2018. Comment est né ce projet ? Romain Da Costa: J'ai suivi les Pepit'arts sur les réseaux sociaux et j'aurais bien voulu les découvrir, les rencontrer un jour. Une jeune béninoise qui avait pour projet de faire la promotion du patrimoine du Bénin ? dans le cadre de son master ici en France, est venue nous voir à la mairie de Rosny-sous-Bois et nous a dit qu'elle aimerait faire venir les Pepit'arts. C'est là où ça a fait tilt et que je me suis dit que ça faisait des années que je voulais les rencontrer. Je vais voir le maire de Rosny-sous-Bois et, dans le cadre de notre coopération avec le Bénin, nous avons donc fait ce premier travail. C'est comme ça que nous avons décidé de les accueillir en France, à Rosny-sous-Bois, mais aussi d'aller taper aux portes des communes qui font des festivals en leur expliquant que ce que nous faisons, c'est un projet qui mise sur les qualités femmes/hommes, parce qu'au Bénin, entre-temps, et dans beaucoup de pays d'Afrique, les femmes et les filles n'avaient pas le droit de toucher aux tambours. Non seulement les filles ont aujourd'hui accès aux tambours mais elles jouent un rôle très important et prépondérant autour du tambour. C'est ce qui nous a séduit. On a constaté également que cette activité améliore sincèrement leur condition, les mûrit intellectuellement et leur permet financièrement de récolter de quoi aller alimenter cet atelier. On a aussi le projet de créer une académie parce qu'il n'y a pas d'école chez nous, en Afrique. Les écoles de musique sont très rares. Bâtir une académie du tambour au Bénin, moi j'y crois, on a envie donc de les pousser pour ce que projet puisse aboutir. Parce que Romain Da Costa, vous êtes directeur des relations internationales de Rosny-sous-Bois en Seine-Saint-Denis, tout près de Paris, et président du Haut Conseil des Béninois de l'extérieur. Votre rôle, c'est donc d'établir ce lien entre le Bénin et la France ? Comme toutes les coopérations décentralisées, on observe que le début c'est toujours un enfant du pays qui a pris la main à un officiel, ici, pour lui montrer son pays et le lien se crée comme ça. C'est comme ça qu'en 2004, après un voyage au Bénin, on a réussi à connaître le maire de Rosny-sous-Bois et mettre en place ce service de coopération décentralisée et nouer des partenariats avec deux villes, Cotonou et Sèmè-Kpodji. D'autres communes qui nous voient arriver, en tant que fils du Bénin et aussi la ville dont sont issus les Pepit'arts, la ville d'Adjarra, me sollicitent comme d'autres, plein d'autres villes du Bénin. Moi, j'utilise le vecteur ville de Rosny-sous-Bois - relations internationales - pour permettre aux autres villes du Bénin de pouvoir établir ce point-là. En tant que président du Haut Conseil des Béninois de l'extérieur, on a comme mission de rassembler tous les Béninois établis en dehors du Bénin. On doit les propulser, c'est-à-dire que lorsqu'on découvre qu'un béninois à un talent, a un projet, nous devons être tous autour de lui, pour qu'ensemble nous soyons forts pour aller contribuer au développement du Bénin dans tous les domaines : économique, politique, social et culturel. Vous dites que ce groupe, les Pepit'arts, vous a épaté, en quoi ? Je m'identifie un peu à eux. Aujourd'hui, je suis directeur des relations internationales à la mairie de Rosny-sous-Bois mais qui peut imaginer, en me voyant, que j'ai été comme eux quand j'avais quatre, cinq, six ans ? A l'époque, nos parents n'avaient pas les moyens de nous acheter des jouets, nos jouets c'était les tambours. Donc très tôt, j'ai joué au tambour, très tôt, mon père me prenait sur ses épaules pour aller assister à des spectacles et je chantais, je dansais et je jouais au tambour. Donc retrouver ces jeunes-là et moi, ce que j'étais il y a plus de 60 ans, c'est ce qui m'a touché. Et puis, j'ai trouvé qu'ils ont une telle adresse, compétence, un tel talent que nous n'avions pas à l'époque. Nous, on jouait comme ça, on n'avait pas de chorégraphe, d'encadreur et eux, aujourd'hui, ils ont cette chance d'avoir un directeur artistique, quelqu'un qui les guide. De voir des jeunes qui réussissent et qui accompagnent les autres, c'est tout cela que j'ai trouvé formidable et je vous assure que si vous voyez une composition de 20 ou 40 Pepit'arts, ça pourrait emballer dans une grande salle en France. Vous êtes donc en quelque sorte le tourneur du groupe. Comment s'organise une tournée en Europe comme celle que sont en train de vivre les Pepit'arts ? Eh bien « tourneur », c'est un grand mot parce que ce n'est pas mon métier, c'est le cœur qui est en train de parler. Je crois que l'on est en train d'essuyer les plâtres, donc on est allés vers les mairies, en vendant le projet sous cet aspect-là. S'ils vont à Sarcelles, c'est parce que je me suis déplacé pour rencontrer le service culturel de Sarcelles. J'ai eu la chance de rencontrer le maire de Sarcelles que je remercie ici, qui a tout de suite approuvé. Ça s'est passé en moins de 15 minutes. Je suis arrivé, j'ai présenté le projet, le maire est passé par là, je lui ai expliqué le projet, et il a dit « on y va ». On a essayé beaucoup d'autres communes qui nous ont promis que l'année prochaine, elles les mettront dans leurs festivals. C'est un début, amateur, mais qui, je vous le promets, va se professionnaliser très prochainement parce qu'on tient vraiment à les faire connaître parce qu'ils le méritent.

In today's episode we read Wingspan Chapter 27, Mirror Pond - in which Lucas experiences the terrible winter of 1925 and Marius Corbeau's mysterious fate, first hand.Brought to you by: Phaeton Starling Publishing and Things with Wings Productions.The Skylark Bell official website - http://www.theskylarkbell.comThe Skylark Bell on Instagram: @theskylarkbellAuthor/Producer: Melissa Oliveri - http://www.melissaoliveri.comJoin Melissa's Patreon for early access to podcast episodes, music downloads, and more: http://www.patreon.com/melissaoliveriMelissa on Twitter: @melissaoliveriAll music by Cannelle: http://www.cannellemusic.comCannelle on Instagram: @cannelle.musicMerch: http://www.melissaoliveri.com/storeThis week's Boopod Network podcast partner is Spilling The Crime: https://linktr.ee/spillingthecrimeFULL TRANSCRIPT:Things with Wings Productions presents: Episode 27 of The Skylark Bell, Wingspan. I am your host, Melissa Oliveri.  In our previous episode, Magpie and Julien get engaged during a holiday celebration with the Sarcelles at Carnifex House.In today's episode we read Chapter 27 – Mirror Pond - in which Lucas experiences the terrible winter of 1925 first hand.Be sure to listen through to the end of this episode for a preview of a podcast I quite enjoy called Spilling the Crime. Now, it's time to settle in… grab a blanket, and a warm drink… and let's get started.The terrible winter of 1925 has arrived. Shortly after the New Year's celebrations, weeks of frigid temperatures and relentless snow falls started taking their toll. Lucas remembers reading about it in Charlotte's letters and in the books and newspapers at the library, but never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd be living it. He is there when Charlotte and Edward pack up their house. He helps Edward and James carry their belongings to the attic. It takes the strength of all three of them to haul the silver-framed mirror that had once been the centerpiece of the dining room up two flights of stairs. He is there when Cerise disappears, leaving Charlotte devastated. He watches as she tearfully tucks the photo of James and Cerise into the lid of the trunk, the photo that he had once held in his hand, the photo that his younger self would find 90 years from now. Once everything is safely tucked away, he helps them wall off the staircase and build the closet in what would eventually become Magpie's room. He helps them pack their cart and watches with a heavy heart as they disappear down the road, travelling toward a future that is uncertain for them, but for which he already knows the outcome.Lucas hears about a man's tragic passing in a fire at a nearby farm, and his heart aches. He remembers reading about the incident while he and Magpie were doing research at the library, he remembers sitting in the man's abandoned barn with Magpie, the ruins of the farmhouse just a few yards away. But back then he didn't know the man, he had no connection to him. Things are different now. The man's name was Earl. He was a lovely, very hard-working man who was proud of his family. He was a wonderful father to his children, teaching them, entertaining them, caring for them. He and Lucas had worked side by side rebuilding the bunting's shed after the wind blew it down. History records events, it records people's accomplishments, but it doesn't record who people are, who they were, not in the most meaningful way. Articles about the tragedy didn't say “He carried his daughter up on his shoulders so she could reach to brightest, shiniest apple in the tree,” Lucas thinks sadly.With the Carnifex family gone, the Shearwaters have invited Lucas to stay with them at Meadow Lane. He and Farfalla announced their engagement over the holidays, to everyone's delight. It was the happiest Lucas had been in a long time, until the cold and snow removed all joy from the town of Pocket. The apple trees in the orchard were chopped down for firewood as the residents of Pocket became more and more desperate to stay warm. One of the last trees standing is the large oak that stands in front of Meadow Lane. Farfalla had desperately begged her father to preserve it, arguing that birds and animals were nesting in it and she couldn't bear the thought of chopping it down. Finally, Lucas had offered to go out to find more wood and Mr. Shearwater had relented.Lucas has spent the last few days riding through the fields with Cormorant, searching for any kind of tree the Shearwaters can use for firewood. They have been using what little reserves they have left sparingly, but the pile of wood is dwindling, with no sign of the bitter cold letting up. His first few excursions had been somewhat successful, he'd found some saplings that would tide them over for a few days. Today he has traveled farther than any other outing, but a blizzard blows in as he is making his way home, drastically reducing visibility. Lucas squints his eyes against the howling wind and nudges Cormorant in the general direction of Meadow Lane. They slowly plough through mounds of snow, the wind never relinquishing its hold on the air. Lucas can feel thoughts of Marius' untimely end creeping into his mind but pushes them away, he needs to focus on getting home to Farfalla. Suddenly, Lucas sees a flash of colour up ahead. He squints, leaning forward in the saddle to get a better look. He sees a girl sitting on a large rock. “Magpie?!” he says, his words carried away on the wind. Lucas reaches up to try and pull his scarf from his face so he can see better, but a gust of wind blows it out of his hand and onto Cormorant's face. The huge animal rears up in fear, throwing Lucas off its back. Lucas lands with a thud, the frozen ground instantly knocking the wind out of him. He can hear the sound of Cormorant galloping away, and takes a moment to catch his breath and think about what to do next. He thinks about the stories he and Magpie heard about Marius, how he disappeared in a snowstorm by Mirror Pond. If he is at Mirror Pond, then he isn't all that far away from Meadow Lane! If he can get up, he just might make it. Lucas turns onto his stomach and lifts himself up on all fours then waits a moment to make sure his arms and legs are unhurt. Suddenly, his hands slip out from under him, brushing away the snow on the surface of the pond and sending Lucas' face crashing against the ice. Out of nowhere he hears a man's voice. Lucas strains to make out the words. He senses movement nearby and rolls over onto his back to get a better view. An older man is leaning over him, a pleading look on his face. “Take me with you!” he says, “Please, you have to take me with you.” Lucas sees his bright white snowy surroundings fade to black as he loses consciousness. The man springs into action, groaning as he picks Lucas up off the ground and carries him as best he can toward the house at Meadow Lane. He finally reaches the front yard and leans Lucas up against the trunk of the oak tree on the front lawn. “I'm going to get help, I'll be right back,” says the man to a still unconscious Lucas, before racing toward the Starling farm across the road. A few moments later Lucas can feel himself slowly coming around. He keeps his eyes closed and wraps his arms around himself to fend off the bitter cold. On the wind he can hear the tinkling of a bell, he recognizes the sound of the Skylark Bell. “I must be near Meadow Lane!” he thinks, his eyes popping open. The world before him is washed in white. He can feel the trunk of the oak tree behind him and realizes the house is only a few yards behind. He props himself up against the tree and turns around. In the upstairs window of the house, he can see Farfalla dancing in front of her vanity mirror, her mouth moving like she is singing. He strains to hear, a very faint tune carrying on the wind, a tune that sounds vaguely familiar. Something about it sends a chill down Lucas' spine, a chill far worse than the burning cold of the blizzard. Lucas closes his eyes, and the singing gradually gets louder. He has no doubt about where he has heard it before. That surreal voice singing that mystical tune. He first heard it in the forest near Carnifex house, an ocean and a century away. Lucas feels dizzy and disoriented, and the sensation of his body and mind separating, floating away on the sound waves.The old man makes his way back to the oak tree. “I don't understand,” he says in shock, realizing that Lucas is gone. “He was right here!”The old man looks devastated as his shoulders slump in resignation. He knows Marius never made it back to Meadow Lane, he read about it years ago.Thank you so much for listening.  Join me next week for Wingspan chapter 28, All That Could Have Been, where Lucas once again finds himself transported, this time back to Carnifex House, but his feeling of relief is short lived.The Skylark Bell is brought to you by Phaeton Starling Publishing and features original music by Cannelle. If you are enjoying this story, please consider leaving a rating or a review, they're both greatly appreciated. You can also support my work through a donation via my podcast provider or by subscribing to my Patreon page. There you will get early access to episodes as well as MP3 downloads of the music, artwork, writing, and I have some fun snail mail gifts for Patreon subscribers coming in the near future!! Check the show notes for links.Before I go, I'd like to share this reel for a podcast I quite enjoy called Spilling the Crime. Listen to this true crime podcast with hilarious and lively hosts. If you enjoy a good laugh with your dose of the unexplained and mysterious be sure to listen to Spilling the Crime.Once again, thank you for listening. I am Melissa Oliveri, creator and host of  The Skylark Bell podcast.      Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/theskylarkbell/donations

In today's episode we read Chapter 26 – Happy Holidays - in which Magpie celebrates the season with the Sarcelles and is in for a heartwarming surprise, but not before an unsettling experience threatens to put a damper on the festivities!Brought to you by: Phaeton Starling Publishing and Things with Wings Productions.The Skylark Bell official website - http://www.theskylarkbell.comThe Skylark Bell on Instagram: @theskylarkbellAuthor/Producer: Melissa Oliveri - http://www.melissaoliveri.comJoin Melissa's Patreon for early access to podcast episodes, music downloads, and more: http://www.patreon.com/melissaoliveriMelissa on Twitter: @melissaoliveriAll music by Cannelle: http://www.cannellemusic.comCannelle on Instagram: @cannelle.musicMerch: http://www.melissaoliveri.com/storeThis week's Boopod Network podcast partner is Paranormal Exposed: https://rss.com/podcasts/paranormalexposedFULL TRANSCRIPT:Things with Wings Productions presents: Episode 26 of The Skylark Bell, Wingspan. I am your host, Melissa Oliveri.  In our previous episode, Lucas proposed to Farfalla in the apple orchard behind Meadow Lane.In today's episode we read Chapter 26 – Happy Holidays - in which Magpie celebrates the season with the Sarcelles and is in for a heartwarming surpriseBe sure to listen through to the end of the episode for a preview of a podcast I quite enjoy called Paranormal Exposed.Also of note, you can now find The Skylark Bell custom merchandise! Everything from clothing, to mugs, notebooks, postcards, stickers, magnets and more! Just visit my website, melissaoliveri.com/store  - The link is also available in the shownotes for this episode. Now, it's time to settle in… grab a blanket, and a warm drink… and let's get started.“Brrr, it's freezing out there!” says Julien, pulling off his boots by the front door.“Well, it's nice and warm in here,” counters Magie, smiling at him from one of the chairs by the fireplace. Julien walks to the fireplace and stretches his hands out in front of the flames. “Have you spoken to your mom today?” he asks.“Yes, we wished each other happy holidays. She's planning on celebrating at Meadow Lane, her current guests are repeat customers and they've become quite good friends,” she answers. In the months since Magpie's return to Scotland she has struggled with leaving her mother behind in Pocket, but recently has come to terms with the fact that her mother has built a life there, and is happy.“My mom and dad are very excited to be celebrating with us,” says Julien, turning toward Magpie. “I'm so excited, I can hardly handle it,” he adds, a boyish grin on his face.“Once you thaw out, we can decorate the tree,” she says, looking at the bare tree that Alfred had surprised them with the day before, “then I'll get started on the cookies,” she says, his contagious childlike excitement infecting her.“Oh, I'm all warmed up,” he says, clapping his hands, “let's do it!”They head up to the attic to the decorations stored there, then manoeuvre the stairs awkwardly, their arms loaded with boxes. “I'm excited to see what's in here!” says Magpie. Some of the boxes look quite old and appear to contain things that may have belonged to the original Carnifex family. Magpie opens the first box and finds loads of vintage glass ornaments in all different shapes and colours carefully stored in their original packaging. “Fantastique!” says Julien, “I love that mid-century modern style!”“Why don't you put these on the tree, and I'll open the next box,” says Magpie. The next two boxes contain more glass ornaments, followed by a box with some small wooden ornaments painted in bright colours. Together they go through boxes of lights and garland, which they string along the beams on the ceiling and across the fireplace mantle.“The house looks great!” says Manon, walking in the front door and stomping the snow off her feet.“We found some pretty amazing decorations up in the attic!” says Magpie.“Wait, you forgot a box,” says Julien , slipping a smaller box out from under the couch. Magpie sits on the couch with the box on her lap. She carefully lifts the flaps and gasps when she sees the contents. Inside are several handmade ornaments, they appear to be decades, maybe even a hundred years old. Magpie pulls one out and holds it up. It is a small hand-sewn doll wearing a beige dress and brown boots, hair made of long dark yarn springing from its head. Magpie feels a pang of sadness as she realizes the doll looks very similar to the little girl who went missing in the woods. She pulls out several other dolls, presumably the rest of the family: a woman, a man, a small boy, and a dog. “I think these belonged to the Carnifex family, a very long time ago,” says Magpie, handing the ornaments to Julien who hangs them on the tree. Magpie is about to put the box away when she spots one last ornament in the bottom, partially hidden by the crumpled paper that serves as a buffer to protect the ornaments from being damaged. Magpie gingerly reaches in and pulls the ornament out. Her hand starts shaking as she holds it up. The ornament is different than the others, it has been whittled out of wood, and is hand-painted. It is a siren, her tail curling behind her, her long red hair streaming over her shoulders, face upturned with her mouth open, a silver crown of twigs and branches on her head. Where her eyes should be are two holes, like someone gouged the wood in anger. Magpie shudders and places the ornament back in the box. She looks up and she and Manon lock eyes, Manon is clearly in agreement with Magpie's decision to put the ornament back where it came from.Magpie gets up from her chair. “Who wants to help me bake some cookies?” she asks, knowing full well Manon is an avid baker. They laugh and make their way toward the kitchen.“I'm going to walk down to the cottage and help my dad finish preparing dinner, see you in a bit!” says Julien, planting a kiss on Magpie's cheek as he walks out the door.“He loves you very much,” says Manon warmly, after Julien has left.“I love him too,” whispers Magpie. It has taken her a long time to give in to her feelings for Julien. For so long, she felt guilt about moving on, about giving up hope that Lucas would return, but a few months ago when she saw Julien's face as he opened the door to welcome her back from her trip to Pocket, she felt a warm glow inside, and realized that over the years she had fallen in love with him. Magpie and Manon spend the next few hours baking a variety of cookies, some from Manon's traditional French recipes, and some from the book of Carnifex Family Recipes that Magpie had found stashed at the back of a cupboard when she first moved in. They plan on packing up the extra cookies and handing them out to their neighbours and people in the village as gifts. “Voila!” says Manon, pulling the last sheet of cookies out of the oven. As if on cue, the back door opens, letting in a rush of cold air as Alfred and Julien step into the kitchen.“Great timing!” says Magpie, grabbing a large pot from Alfred's hands so he can take off his jacket and boots. “Oh Alfred, this smells divine!” she says, peeking under the lid.“It's my grandmother's secret recipe, I will never share it, don't even try!” he says in jest, “although if you were to offer one of those cookies, I may reconsider,” he adds with a wink.Julien sets the table, adding a bright red tablecloth and tapered candles as a centerpiece. Magpie and Manon take their seats at the table as Alfred brings out plates of wonderfully fragrant food. They eat and drink merrily, enjoying the warmth and comfort of spending the holidays as a family. Alfred and Manon take the empty plates to the kitchen and start washing up as Magpie and Julien make their way to the living room. Julien adds a log to the fire and puts a holiday album on the record player. “Is It time to exchange gifts?” asks Manon, walking back into the room.“Yes!” says Julien, the boyish twinkle back in his eye. Alfred brings two dining chairs and sets them up so the four of them are sitting in a semi-circle around the fireplace. “I would like to go first,” says Magpie, grabbing two brightly wrapped packages from beneath the tree. She hands one to Manon and one to Alfred, and watches their faces as they unpack the beautiful tartan scarves she chose for them at the gift shop in town. In return they hand Magpie a package. She unwraps it carefully, savouring the moment.“You know you can just rip it off!” says Julien, unable to contain his enthusiasm. Magpie laughs and continues to gently unfold the paper from the box. Inside she finds a beautiful hand-carved figurine of a deer, its head held high, its coat painted a deep auburn shade. “Alfred, did you make this?!” she asks, enamoured with the craftsmanship. Alfred nods humbly. Magpie gets up and gives them both a warm hug before placing the figurine on the mantel. Next, Manon hands a box to Julien, who rips off the paper voraciously. Within seconds he is holding up a collection of classic French cookbooks, his smile stretching from ear to ear. “You expect me to cook for you every day now, I suppose!” he kids, getting up to embrace his parents. Magpie takes the last box from under the tree and hands it to Julien. “This is for you, from me,” she says, shyly. It took her a long time to find the perfect give for him, and she hopes she chose well. Julien unwraps the gift with surprising grace. He gently opens the box and lifts off the protective layer of tissue paper inside. He takes a moment to drink in the contents of the box before looking up and giving Magpie a meaningful look. “What is it?” asks Manon, her curiosity getting the better of her.“It's us,” replies Julien, holding up a custom painting of Carnifex House, the four of them standing in a row by the front door. Magpie smiles, happy and relieved that Julien seems genuinely touched by her gift.“This has been an absolutely perfect day,” says Magpie as she crouches down to collect the bits of wrapping paper from the floor.“Wait, there's still one gift left to open,” says Julien, holding his hand out to help her up. Magpie looks up at him, a confused look on her face. “I have a gift for you as well,” he says, walking over to the tree. He reaches in and pulls a small box out from between the branches. Magpie's heart starts beating at the sight of it. Julien pulls the small blue ribbon from the box, then kneels before Magpie as he pries it open. Inside is a beautiful, simple gold ring with a blue stone set in the center of it. “Magpie, will you marry me?” he asks, looking up at her expectantly.Magpie's heart feels like it's going to pop right out of her chest. Thoughts and feelings swirl through her mind. She thinks back to Farfalla and Marius in the apple orchard, is this how she felt? She thinks of her father and mother, who loved each other but were never able to make it work. Finally, she thinks of Lucas. “Where are you?” the thought echoes in her mind. She lets the echo fade away before holding her hand out to Julien to help him up. Standing face to face she looks deeply in his eyes. “Lucas is my past. Julien is my future” she tells herself. “Yes, I would be honoured to be your wife,” she says. Julien lets out a sigh of relief as Manon and Alfred jump to their feet with joy. Julien pulls the ring out of the box and places it on Magpie's finger, then grabs her by the waist and spins her around. “And now, we celebrate!” says Alfred, popping the top off a bottle of champagne as Manon turns up the volume on the record player. They dance and sing into the wee hours of the night. Finally, Manon and Alfred head back to the cottage and Magpie and Julien go up to bed. Long after Julien has fallen asleep, Magpie lays in bed looking out the small window at the moon outside, running the events of the last few years through her mind. She focuses on the foreign feeling of the ring on her finger, and finally feels her eyes getting heavy. “Goodbye, Lucas,” she says softly, then rolls over to face Julien as she gives in to sleep.Thank you so much for listening.  Join me next week for Wingspan chapter 27, Mirror Pond, where Lucas experiences the terrible winter of 1925 first hand.The Skylark Bell is brought to you by Phaeton Starling Publishing and features original music by Cannelle. If you are enjoying this story, please consider leaving a rating on Spotify or a review on Apple Podcasts, they help give the podcast visibility so others can find and enjoy the story. You can also support my work by subscribing to my Patreon where you get early access to episodes as well as MP3 downloads of the music, artwork, behind the scenes videos and more! Just check the show notes for links to Patreon, my website, and social media accounts.Before I go, I'd like to share this reel for a podcast I quite enjoy called Paranormal Exposed. Listen to the skeptic host's take on paranormal stories. If you enjoy the the more ghostly side of The Skylark Bell you'll want to check out paranormal exposedThank you, again, for listening. I'm Melissa Oliveri, and this is The Skylark Bell podcast.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/theskylarkbell/donations

In today's episode we read Chapter 25 – A Fete and a Feather - in which Lucas joins Farfalla for a memorable celebration at Meadow LaneBrought to you by: Phaeton Starling Publishing and Things with Wings Productions.The Skylark Bell official website - http://www.theskylarkbell.comThe Skylark Bell on Instagram: @theskylarkbellAuthor/Producer: Melissa Oliveri - http://www.melissaoliveri.comJoin Melissa's Patreon for early access to podcast episodes, music downloads, and more: http://www.patreon.com/melissaoliveriMelissa on Instagram: @the.mop.podMelissa on Twitter: @melissaoliveriAll music by Cannelle: http://www.cannellemusic.comCannelle on Instagram: @cannelle.musicMerch: http://www.melissaoliveri.com/storeThis week's Boopod Network podcast partner is Murder Roadtrip: https://anchor.fm/shannon-quinn6FULL TRANSCRIPT:Things with Wings Productions presents: Episode 25 of The Skylark Bell, Wingspan. I am your host, Melissa Oliveri.  In our previous episode, Magpie toured the house at Meadow Lane that her mother has converted into an Artist's Retreat. In today's episode we read Chapter 25 – A Fete and a Feather - in which Lucas joins Farfalla for a memorable celebration at Meadow LaneBe sure to listen through to the end of the episode for a preview of a podcast I quite enjoy called Murder Roadtrip, which, like The Skylark Bell, is part of the Boopod Network of paranormal and true crime podcasts.Now, it's time to settle in… grab a blanket, and a warm drink… and let's get started.Lucas navigates Cormorant up the long dirt path to the house on Meadow Lane. After all this time he still feels a small tickle of fear at the back of his neck as he steps off the road onto the lane. All those years of being told not to go there, of listening to the terrifying stories, and knowing how it all ended with Magpie saving the town from the spreading silence by ringing the Skylark Bell…  He heaves a deep sigh and looks back up at the house. His fear is quickly washed away when he sees it all lit up, music and laughter pouring out from every crack and crevice. He suddenly recalls Magpie telling him about one of her visions where she saw Meadow Lane all lit up, like there was a celebration of some kind. He turns Cormorant around to look back at Magpie's house, or rather, the house that would become Magpie's, across the road. He looks up at the small attic window… it seems like only yesterday he and Magpie were going up the creaking stairs, hearts pounding with excitement at what they might find in the secret attic! Scarlet had followed them on velvet feet, knowing her secret would soon be revealed. He shakes the thoughts from his head and turns Cormorant back around, guiding him all the way up the lane to the back of the house. “I'll be back soon old friend,” he says gently to the horse, tying it to a fence rail at the back of the house away from all the commotion. Lucas makes his way to the front door and gives it a knock that sounds far more confident than he is feeling. The door swings open immediately, and Lucas is hit with a wall of sound and smells; laughter, music, the clinking of drinkware and dishes, the smell of beer, roasting food, pie… It's almost an assault on the senses and Lucas recoils slightly but a large arm encircles him and pulls him into the house. “Marius! Come on in my boy! It's great to have you!” Mr. Shearwater slurs as he pulls Lucas into the house. Lucas stumbles in and smiles awkwardly. Parties have never been his thing. Someone hands him a glass full of beer and a woman shoves a plate in his hand, filled to the brim with what looks like some type of stew and a couple of thick slices of bread. He doesn't even have time to thank her before she moves on to her next victim. Lucas looks across the room and sees Charlotte and Edward Carnifex, they catch his eye and smile warmly. Charlotte looks stunning an emerald green dress, and Lucas recognizes the ornate dragonfly shaped comb in her hair as the one he and Magpie found in the secret attic all those years ago. Lucas suddenly realizes that Edward's pocket watch, the one he checks multiple times a day, was also in that old trunk, 90 years in the future. He marvels at the fact that he can see and speak to these people, people he read about in books, in letters, people he saw in creased and faded photographs… people with real feelings, real lives. Something about the realization breaks his heart. Lucas shakes off the sad nostalgic feeling. Skirting along the perimeter of the room, he manages to make his way toward the dining table where he puts down the plate and glass of beer. He has no intention of partaking in all the food and drink, he is here for one reason only… Just then he sees Farfalla watching him from across the room, a smile teasing the corner of her mouth. She has caught him unloading his plate. He smiles at her sheepishly and nods toward the kitchen. Farfalla smiles and nods back, and he makes his way carefully through flailing arms and legs and spilling drinks to the small kitchen at the back of the house.“I wasn't sure you'd make it,” says Farfalla sweetly as he's coming through the doorway. It's much quieter in the kitchen but his ears are still ringing from the noise in the other room.“Well, I don't normally go to parties but…” He begins.“No, I meant I didn't think you'd make it all the way to the kitchen!” she laughs, walking up to him and planting a kiss on his cheek. Lucas starts laughing too, suddenly feeling the pressure and nervousness dissipate. He looks into Farfalla's face, as if he's trying to decide something.Just then, the kitchen door opens, letting in the sounds of music and raucous laughter. “Falla, come on, we're taking photographs! Bring your friend!” says a young man with dark hair and large brown eyes.“That's my cousin Bruno,” she laughs. “Come on! This way!” she shouts, grabbing Lucas by the hand and leading him back into the living room. Bruno positions them in front of the living room wall and steps back to an old-fashioned camera. “Stand very still!” he says. Lucas stares, completely mesmerized by what, to him, is an antique camera.“Do we have to stand for several hours?!” asks Lucas.“Shhh! Don't move!” says Farfalla, giving him a gentle elbow to the ribsBruno laughs. “No, that's how it was with the old wooden cameras, this is the new style! My grandfather got it for me as a birthday gift!” With that he takes their photo. “Okay, you're free to go!” he says before turning to a petite woman in a long black dress with a string of pearls, “Auntie Freda! It's your turn!”“This is our chance, follow me,” Lucas says to Farfalla, a secretive air about him all of a sudden. Farfalla squints her eyes at him but takes his hand nonetheless and lets him lead her through the kitchen. At the back door he grabs two lanterns and lights them before handing one to Farfalla. He leads her away from the house, toward the orchard in the field behind it. This is the moment, he's sure of it… it isn't the life he thought he was going to lead, but he has managed to find love and happiness all the same. As they reach the first row of trees, he turns to Farfalla and takes her face in his hands. “There's something I have to tell you,” he says, his tone serious. Farfalla looks at him, silently, waiting.“I…” he begins, but something beyond Farfalla's shoulder makes him stop. Something superfluous, unclear, hazy, yet… familiar. Something way down at the bottom of Meadow Lane where it meets the road. It's like he can see two silhouettes, children. “Magpie…” he whispers.“You what…?” says Farfalla, startling him back to reality. He glances down at her face, then looks back over her shoulder toward the road, but there is nothing there.“I… I have something for you,” he says, struggling to get back on track. He slips his hand into his pocket and feels the cold metal of the feather ring concealed inside. Feeling his confidence return, he looks Farfalla straight in the eye as he takes the ring out of his pocket. “This ring was given to me, long ago…” he begins as Farfalla lets out a gasp, “and there is only one person in the world who should have it.” He says holding it out to her.“Marius, it's beautiful!” she says, taking the ring from his palm. “It's etched like a feather! How unique! Where in the world did you find this?!” she asks.“It was given to me by someone very special, a lifetime ago,” he says, remembering the day a blackbird left the ring at his feet as he stood waiting for Magpie to come meet him at the bottom of his driveway. The same day they found out Farfalla had died... But here she is, now, standing directly in front of him. This is his life now; it is time to embrace it. “This ring belongs to you,” he says simply. “It would make me very happy if you would consider wearing it, as my wife.” With this, he feels a nervous panic rising in his stomach but shifts his feet to keep it down.“I would love nothing more,” she says, smiling. “Perhaps, for now, we should keep this between us though, until you've spoken to Father. It is tradition after all…” she trails off.“Of course!” he says, “I understand. Yes, it'll be our special secret for now, and come spring we can marry and celebrate with everyone in the village,” he says, smiling.Farfalla unclasps the delicate silver chain around her neck and loops the ring onto it before handing it to him “Would you mind?” she says, turning her back and holding her mass of red hair out of the way. Nervous, Lucas lays the chain back around her delicate porcelain neck and closes the clasp. Farfalla turns back around and falls into his arms, he lets out a whoop of joy and spins her around. Nearby, Cormorant lets out a loud whinny.“Are you feeling left out old boy?!” Says Lucas, cheerfully.“Oh Marius, let's go for a celebratory ride!” she says. Lucas is only two happy to oblige, and the two of them hop on Cormorant's back and walk silently through the apple orchard with only a sliver of moon to light their way.Thank you so much for listening.  Join me next week for Wingspan chapter 26, Happy Holidays, where Magpie celebrates the season with the Sarcelles and is in for a heartwarming surprise.The Skylark Bell is brought to you by Phaeton Starling Publishing and features original music by Cannelle. If you are enjoying this story, please consider leaving a rating or a review, they're both greatly appreciated. You can also support my work through a donation via my podcast provider or by subscribing to my Patreon page. There you will get early access to episodes as well as MP3 downloads of the music, artwork, writing, and I have some fun snail mail gifts for Patreon subscribers coming in the near future!! Check the show notes for links.Before I go, I'd like to share this reel for a podcast I quite enjoy called Murder Roadtrip. Our hosts travel alphabetically through the U.S. delving into strange tales from each state. If you enjoy the strange atmosphere of The Skylark Bell you'll definitely want to check them out.Once again, thank you for listening. I am Melissa Oliveri, creator and host of  The Skylark Bell podcast.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/theskylarkbell/donations

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BSG a rencontré Marc Giraud à l'occasion de la sortie de la "Nature au bord de l'eau" (Delachaux et Niestlé / Mars 2022).   Dans le dernier épisode de cette série (il y en aura d'autres avec l'ami Marc…;), outre l'étonnante armada des insectes nageurs, l'auteur nous dit un mot sur les canards. Aviez-vous remarqué que certains sont des barboteurs, qui “font le canard” croupion en l'air, mais que d'autres disparaissent sous la surface pour réapparaître plus loin? Les espèces de canard font partie de la famille des Anatidés (Canards, Oies et Cygnes). Ceux de l'hémisphère Nord sont le plus souvent migrateurs. Il y a trois grands types de canards : les canards de surface (ou barboteurs comme les Colverts) les canards plongeurs (ou nageurs comme les Fuligules et les Nettes) les canards piscivores (comme les Harles au bec effilé) Les canards de surface ou barboteurs (environ 55 espèces) trouvent leur nourriture en majorité à la surface de l'eau (végétaux, vers, crustacés, vers et mollusques). Ce sont les canards les plus connus : le Canard colvert (à l'origine du canard domestique), le Pilet, le Souchet, les Sarcelles. Ils sont surtout présents dans l'hémisphère nord. Ils préfèrent les eaux stagnantes (mares, étangs, marécages) et peu profondes. Ils décollent d'un coup et volent bien. Ils ont corps relevé vers l'arrière, contrairement aux canards plongeurs. Les canards plongeurs (16 espèces) se nourrissent en plongeant sous la surface. Ils préfèrent les eaux libres et ont besoin d'une certaine profondeur. Ils sont en général plus gros que les canards de surface et ont le corps incliné vers l'arrière (tête haute croupion bas). Ils battent péniblement des ailes à la surface de l'eau pour s'envoler. Ce sont les Fuligules (Milouin et Morillon pour les plus connus), les Garrots noirs et blancs et les Nettes aux yeux rouges et à la tête rousse, des célébrités du lac Léman. Les espèces du Nord sont migratrices, mais pas celles de l'hémisphère Sud. Les canards piscivores (5 espèces) mangent du poisson. Ils plongent et nagent encore mieux que les plongeurs. Ce sont les espèces du genre Mergus, les Harles, reconnaissables à leurs becs fins et allongés. _______  

In today's episode we read Chapter 13 – Love, Dad - in which Magpie reads a letter from her estranged father.Brought to you by: Phaeton Starling Publishing and Things with Wings Productions.The Skylark Bell official website - http://www.theskylarkbell.comThe Skylark Bell on Instagram: @theskylarkbellAuthor/Producer: Melissa Oliveri - http://www.melissaoliveri.comJoin Melissa's Patreon for early access to podcast episodes, music downloads, and more: http://www.patreon.com/melissaoliveriMelissa on Instagram: @the.mop.podMelissa on Twitter: @melissaoliveriAll music by Cannelle - http://www.cannellemusic.comCannelle on Instagram: @cannelle.musicFULL TRANSCRIPT:Things with Wings Productions presents: Episode 13 of The Skylark Bell, Wingspan. I am your host, Melissa Oliveri.  In our previous episode, Mrs Phaeton paid a visit to Carnifex House, and broke the sad news to Magpie that her father had passed away.In today's episode we read Chapter 13 – Love, Dad - in which Magpie reads a letter from her estranged father.Now, it's time to settle in… grab a blanket, and a warm drink… and let's get started.Magpie feels a lump in her throat and a heaviness in her stomach as she watches the car pull away. It was a difficult goodbye, knowing she wouldn't see her mother for the better part of a year. She watches as the car disappears around the bend, a single tear winding its way down her cheek, then turns around to walk back into the quiet, empty house.Lucas is at the Caretaker's Cottage working on the roof, which sprung a leak during a rain storm the night before. Lucky for the Sarcelles he and Magpie had been doing a daily check on their house. Magpie wanders aimlessly from room to room, echoes of the time spent with her mother over the past week playing in her mind. She can still see them sitting at the dining room table enjoying an early breakfast before taking a morning walk down to the beach. She pictures her mother curled up in a blanket by the fireplace as they chat about art, music, life. She can hear echoes of laughter as they sat out on the little patio, a fire gently roaring in the fire pit, or the sound of pots and pans and dishes as they prepared a glorious pasta dish and mocha cupcakes for their last dinner together the night before. Magpie heaves a sigh. Having circled the main floor, she walks slowly up the stairs to the bedrooms. The sunlight filters through the sheer curtains in the window of the room Mrs. Phaeton had stayed in, creating a shaft of light on the bed where she and Magpie had sat when she broke the news to Magpie that her father had passed away, and handed her a letter he left behind.Magpie lays her hand against the pocket of her jeans. She's been carrying that letter every day since her mother handed it to her. Placing it in her nightstand drawer before bed and slipping it back into her pocket after getting dressed each morning. She hasn't been able to bring herself to break the seal and read the words written by the father she never knew. But now, in this quiet, empty room filled with the comforting warmth of the sun and the fragrant smell of the wildflowers in the vase next to the bed, she feels like it is time.Magpie walks across the room and looks out the window at the sea, sparkling as the sun's rays tickle the water. It is an absolutely perfect early fall day. She cracks the window open, letting in a light breeze that sends the sheer curtains billowing like two small ghosts tethered to the curtain rod. She takes a few steps back and pulls the letter out of her pocket before sitting on the edge of the bed. With her finger, she gently traces the letters of her name written on the envelope. A tear falls on the paper, creating a star shape as the ink runs in the top corner of the letter M. Magpie wipes her eyes roughly with her palm before turning the envelope over and slowly breaking the seal. She exhales heavily, suddenly realizing she has been holding her breath. She gingerly slips the letter out of the envelope and unfolds it. Pressing the page down on her lap to flatten out the creases. She holds it up to the sunlight, taking in the rows of letters and spaces that, when put together, compose her father's final message to her. “You can do this,” she says out loud, the words echoing in the empty room. She takes one more deep breath and starts reading.My sweet Magpie,I have been staring at this blank page for days. So many times, I have thought about what to say to you, and the words just never seemed right. I find myself at the point now where there is no time left for me to sort it out, so I will do my best to convey my message and hope that you will also be able to grasp all that is not written. The first thing I need to do is tell you I love you. The second is that I am sorry. I am sorry for all that I missed. I am sorry for making you think I never wanted to be with you, to get to know you… I am sorry because that couldn't be further from the truth. If I'm honest, I simply felt that I was not worthy, that being in your life would make it worse, not better. As I write this, I am looking at a stack of unsent birthday and holiday cards and gifts, things for a tiny little girl, things for a teenage girl, and things for a woman. Things I could simply never find the courage to send. All those years lost, but you were always on my mind, every single day. I will pack these cards and gifts and make sure they find their way to you somehow.I have written your mother her own letter, but it is important for me that you know that she and I loved each other deeply, and hurt each other deeply, but I bear her no ill will and I have absolutely no regrets about my relationship with her, because it brought you into the world, and you are a bright, shining light.I don't have any amazing stories to tell, I have lived a simple life. I never remarried, I worked a steady job and lived in the same one-bedroom apartment in the city. My belongings are of no interest, I have nothing that would be meaningful to you, no mementos or awards or family jewels. All I can leave you are the following words of advice, which come directly from my heart.  If you love someone, tell them. Don't wait. Time is the most precious thing in the world. No one can be sure there will be a tomorrow. Spend time with those you love. I can't tell you the tremendous regret I feel that I never spent time with you, the person in the world I love the most. I always thought there would come a day when we would be reunited, but here I am, out of time. How I wish I could go back and change things, tell your mother just how much I loved her, and love her still. Things would have been so different. The last and most important thing is this, my dear Magpie. If your life doesn't work out the way you hoped, if it is thrown off track by loss, or unexpected change, don't let your heart grow hard. Don't become bitter or angry or vengeful. Don't hold on to those feelings, they will not serve you well. Try to find a place of acceptance, and a path forward. There is always a chance for a bright, happy future, no matter how dark things seem at any given moment. Everything finds its way in time. I wish I had learned that much earlier.If ever you feel lonely, or scared, just think of me, and I will be there. I will be there will all my heart, holding you, whispering comforting words in your ear. Just listen for me. I wish you love, happiness, light, and all the time in the world.Fly high, sweet bird. Love,Dad Magpie lays the letter next to her on the bed on a small patch of sunlight, the tears streaming freely down her face. “I'm home!” she hears Lucas' voice downstairs, quickly followed by the sound of his footsteps coming upstairs. “I'm in here,” she says, the words coming out of her sounding odd, her throat tight with grief. Lucas walks into the room, his face filled with concern. “Magpie, are you okay?”Magpie falls into his arms, letting his warmth radiate through her. They stay silent for a moment, then Magpie steps back to look into his face. “I love you, Lucas,” she says quietly.“I love you too, Magpie,” he replies softly. They smile at each other, relieved to finally express the feelings that had been building up for years. Lucas slips his hand into his pocket, feeling the small feather ring he's been carrying around every day for years. “Tomorrow, tomorrow I will give it to Magpie, tomorrow I'll ask her to marry me,” he thinks, basking in the glowing feeling of joy washing through him. Magpie leans her head on Lucas' shoulder, relishing the feeling of warmth and safety that has settled in her chest. Her father's words of advice echo in her mind, “Don't wait, time is the most precious thing in the world, no one can be sure there will be a tomorrow...”Thank you so much for listening.  Join me next week for Wingspan chapter 14, Swan Dive, in which Lucas explores the land surrounding Carnifex House and the town of Pòcaid with Cormorant, and is shocked to find a familiar item in a small antique shop. Before I go, I'd like to thank Phaeton Starling Publishing for this fantastically eerie story, as well as Cannelle for composing eerie, mood-setting music for this podcast. If you are enjoying this story, please consider leaving a rating or a review, they're both greatly appreciated. You can also support my work through a donation via your podcast provider or by subscribing to my Patreon where you get early access to episodes as well as MP3 downloads of the music, artwork, writing, recipes, and more! Checks the show notes for links.Thank you.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/theskylarkbell/donations

durée : 01:15:00 - Les Nuits de France Culture - Par Nicolas Fontaine et Alain Veinstein- Avec Yobi Boureima (professeur), Yannick Dumur, Patricia Gallois (proviseur adjoint), un professeur de Sarcelles e des élèves de Ouagadougou - Réalisation éverine Cassar

In today's episode we read Chapter 10 – Night Magic - in which Magpie, Lucas, Manon and Alfred enjoy dinner on the patio, a perfect evening with the exception of Magpie's unsettling vision, and some eerie stories about the druids who once were settled on what became Carnifex land.Brought to you by: Phaeton Starling Publishing and Things with Wings Productions.The Skylark Bell official website - http://www.theskylarkbell.comThe Skylark Bell on Instagram: @theskylarkbellAuthor/Producer: Melissa Oliveri - http://www.melissaoliveri.comJoin Melissa's Patreon for early access to podcast episodes, music downloads, and more: http://www.patreon.com/melissaoliveriMelissa on Instagram: @the.mop.podMelissa on Twitter: @melissaoliveriAll music by Cannelle - http://www.cannellemusic.comCannelle on Instagram: @cannelle.musicFULL TRANSCRIPT:Things with Wings Productions presents: Episode 10 of The Skylark Bell, Wingspan. I am your host, Melissa Oliveri.In our previous episode, Magpie and Lucas explored the local Lark Festival, where Magpie draws a parallel between the carrousel and the ouroboros.In today's episode we read Chapter 10 – Night Magic - in which Magpie, Lucas, Manon and Alfred enjoy dinner on the patio, a perfect evening with the exception of Magpie's unsettling vision.Now, it's time to settle in… grab a blanket, and a warm drink… and let's get started.“Oh Lucas, everything looks absolutely perfect!” breathes Magpie, stepping back to admire their handywork. They've spent most of the day turning the very ordinary patio at Carnifex House into a small outdoor haven. Lucas worked all week building flower boxes that are now overflowing with pink and yellow blooms, then he and Magpie installed rows of string lights above the patio. Magpie found an outdoor lounge set on sale at Crake's Odds n' Ends and re-covered the cushions with yellow fabric to match the flowers. Manon and Alfred gifted them a pair of rocking chairs which Lucas re-painted a cool, dusky shade of green. “One last thing!” says Lucas, bringing over a small fire pit and bundle of firewood. “The nights are getting cooler now, I thought this would make a nice addition,” he explains.“Genius! Nice work!” says Magpie.“Bonjour!” they hear Manon's voice drifting on the wind as she and Alfred come walking through the field from the Caretakers Cottage.“Alfred! Is that a guitar?” asks Magpie, greeting them both warmly with a hug and traditional kiss on each cheek.“I made him bring it! He'll never admit it, but Alfred is a wonderful musician!” says Manon.“Lucas, this is phenomenal craftsmanship!” says Alfred, taking the attention off himself by focusing closely on Lucas' flower boxes.“Thank you! I've never really built anything like this before, they turned out better than I thought they would!” says Lucas.“You're being modest, you are a natural! I have seen men with far more experience build things of far lesser quality.” Says Alfred, giving Lucas a friendly pat on the back.“I've got desserts and drinks ready to go! Please make yourselves comfortable,” says Magpie, gesturing toward the couch. Alfred and Manon sit next to one another, taking in the beauty of the small outdoor oasis.“Do you need a hand bringing things out?” asks Lucas.“Nope! I've got it all on a tray ready to go, I'll be right back,” says Magpie, walking toward the back door. She lets herself into the kitchen and grabs a few napkins printed with pink and yellow flowers, tucking one under each plate before grabbing both handles on the rustic wooden tray.Out of nowhere, the sound of chatter rises from behind the closed door leading to the dining room. Carefully putting the tray back on the counter, Magpie tiptoes to the door, but stops short of opening it, her shaking hand hovering above the doorknob. She can hear animated voices on the other side coming in bursts: “I told her not to go into the woods,” says a woman. “…spells and faeries and magic, it's all hogwash!” a man's voice cuts in. “People don't just vanish!” says another man, his voiced raised. Who are these people? How did they get in? And what are they talking about? Magpie swallows the lump in her throat and slowly turns the knob. She pushes the door open, carefully swinging it as wide as it will go, only to find herself staring into an empty room. Blinking, she takes a tentative step into the dining room. She can smell the acrid scent of a candle, as if someone has just blown it out before leaving the room, but there is no candle in sight.“You sure you don't need help?” comes Lucas' voice from the back door. Magpie comes scurrying back into the kitchen and grabs the tray. “Sorry, I got distracted!” says Magpie, walking through the door which Lucas is holding open for her. Manon and Alfred ooh and ahh as she hands them each a plate adorned with small cakes and pastries. They sit for a couple of hours as the sun goes down, chatting about the Sarcelles' time at Carnifex House, their son Julien, and about Magpie and Lucas' years in Pocket. “Perhaps I should get the fire started, it's getting a little chilly,” suggest Lucas. Everyone nods in agreement. Magpie gets blankets from a storage box near the back door and hands them out as Lucas gets the fire going. Before long they are sitting by the cozy orange glow of the flames as the string lights offer a comforting light from above.“Alfred, would you play us a few songs? We'd love to hear some music,” asks Magpie. Alfred reluctantly agrees and takes his guitar out of the case. He proceeds to entertain them with a string of classic French songs by Charles Aznavour, Jacques Brel, Serge Gainsbourg and others that Magpie and Lucas aren't familiar with, his sweet voice echoing across the fields, Manon joining him for her favourite parts. Magpie and Lucas clap as the final notes disappear into the night sky.“Do you know anything about the history of Carnifex House, or the family?” asks Lucas, settling back into his rocking chair after bringing the empty plates and glasses back into the house.Manon and Alfred look at one another. Magpie watches, unable to read what is going on between them.“This is a land full of legends and stories…” begins Alfred.“What he means is, there are so many rumours and the like, it is very hard to know what is truly a historical fact, and what is just an old wives' tale,” interjects Manon.“What are some of the stories people tell?” asks Magpie, leaning forward, her curiosity piqued.Alfred and Manon exchange another look and Manon heaves a sigh. “Centuries ago, these lands are said to have been inhabited by Druids. They were philosophers, teachers – some even say they were magicians - whose existence was very intricately woven with nature. They revered trees, especially oak, which they said contained supernatural properties. They valued education and worshipped the sun, the earth, the air, the sea… they were very in-tune with their surroundings, and truly loved this land.”“Some say they could control certain forces; light, distance, time, water, wind... Others suggest they were shape-shifters, able to turn themselves into animals, or even trees and rocks.” Interjects Alfred, “and there are tales of a very powerful Bandraoi (BAHN-dree), or female druid, named Dealan-dè (dyALanjay). To this day people claim to see her, sometimes racing through the fields, peeking out from the woods, or standing by the cliffside.”“Fascinating!” says Lucas, his eyes fixed on the couple as the flickering light from the fire dances across their faces.“Of course, these stories have been told and retold through centuries, there haven't been druids on this land since the Romans came, so it is very likely that their lives have been misrepresented, their powers embellished and romanticized,” concludes Manon, smiling.“I love that idea though, of being completely in tune with the natural world that surrounds us,” says Magpie dreamily.“I wish I had magical powers and could control the wind and sea or turn myself into a wild animal!” says Lucas, childlike excitement in his voice.Once again, Manon and Alfred exchange a glance. “Sometimes, powers like those are not all they're cut out to be,” she says quietly.“Well, it's getting late, we should get going,” says Alfred, clapping his hands on his knees. He stands and reaches for Manon's hands to pull her up from the couch. “Thank you so much for the beautiful evening, we are so thankful that you are both here,” adds Manon, a genuine look of gratitude on her face.“The feeling is mutual,” says Lucas. Magpie stands next to him, nodding in agreement.They wish one another good night, and the Sarcelles start walking back through the field into the night, headed toward the Caretakers Cottage.Magpie and Lucas stand on the little patio, watching the glowing embers in the firepit as they fade and give way to darkness.Thank you so much for listening.  Join me next week for Wingspan chapter 11, The Skye Lark Bell, where Magpie returns to the Lark Festival with Manon and has a bizarre and terrifying experience.Before I go, I'd like to thank Phaeton Starling Publishing for this fantastically eerie story, as well as Cannelle for composing eerie, mood-setting music for this podcast. If you are enjoying this story, please consider leaving a rating or a review, they're both greatly appreciated. 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