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The Festival du Vent (English: Festival of the Wind) is an annual arts festival taking place since 1992 in Calvi, Haute-Corse, a town of Corsica, in France. The Festival du Vent takes place since 1992 between October and November. [1] It is regarded as one of the main festivals of Calvi.
La Chapelle-du-Mont-du-Chat (French pronunciation: [la ʃapɛl dy mɔ̃ dy ʃa]; Arpitan: La Shapèla) is a commune in the Savoie department in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes region in south-eastern France.
Sète Agglopôle Méditerranée (before September 2017: Communauté d'agglomération du Bassin de Thau) [1] is an intercommunal government structure, in the Hérault département of the Occitanie région, in France. Its seat is in Frontignan. [2] Its area is 310.3 km 2. Its population was 125,325 in 2018, of which 43,686 in Sète and 22,731 in ...
The Windward Islands (French: Îles du Vent [il dy vɑ̃]) are the eastern group of the Society Islands in French Polynesia, an overseas collectivity of France in the southern Pacific Ocean. These islands were also previously named the Georgian Islands in honour of King George III of the United Kingdom. [2] [3]
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Louis Rodolphe Salis [1] (29 May 1851 – 20 March 1897) was the creator, host and owner of the Le Chat Noir ("The Black Cat") cabaret (known briefly in 1881 at its beginning as "Cabaret Artistique") in the Montmartre district of Paris. With this establishment Salis is remembered as the creator of the modern cabaret: a nightclub where the ...
How to make vol-au-vents. A vol-au-vent is typically made by cutting two circles in rolled out puff pastry, cutting a hole in one of them, then stacking the ring-shaped piece on top of the disc-shaped piece. [2] The pastry is cooked, then filled with any of a variety of savory or sweet fillings.
Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure; Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte. The long sobs Of violins Of autumn Wound my heart With a monotonous Languor. All breathless And pale, when The hour sounds, I remember The old days And I cry; And I go In the ill ...