Les magouilles de Pauline Marois

Les magouilles de Pauline Marois

L’affaire de l’île Bizard !
Une affaire peu connue.

Triste histoire révoltante.
Ceci est l’histoire de la vraie Castafiore Québécoise et du Château de Moulinsart, une saga que les médias Québécois ont toujours traités du bout des lèvres, certainement à cause de l’importance du personnage politique qui est impliqué dans cette magouille et de ses influences personnelles, ainsi que du Parti…

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Hemingway Project

In the state of things I seem to have completely forgotten the very real fact that I am going to be living in the same city my favorite author found his inspiration to write his best work. I am making a list of top Hemingway spots I’ll be visiting various times during this next year. Also, Hemingway bought a house in 1851 in Key West. It was an old Spanish Colonial house that he fixed up and filled with his souvenirs around the world. How fucking amazing does that sound? His second wife asked him to put in a pool. He did so and said “Here! take the last penny I’ve got!” and placed a penny in the wet cement which is still there today. There are also 6 toed cats that roam the area which are descendants of Hemingway’s cats. 

1. La Closerie de Lilas. He wrote most of The Sun Also Rises, here. Honestly, what else is there to say about this one other than I will be asking to sit at the very table Hemingway often sat at and I will be reading A Moveable Feast. I don’t exactly understand why I haven’t read this memoir during his time spent in Paris, but theres nothing like reading about a foreign country when you’re on the same adventurous setting. Having your surroundings be brought to life like that, labeling every emotion you’ve felt with words you didn’t know could be described so perfectly. It’s like adding a deeper tint to the colors. It is magic. 
2. Le Deux Magots. The name sounds gross but it was actually a popular play called “The Two Magots of China” back when it was a drapery in 1813. “Magot” was used to describe ‘Confucian men’ or Chinese commercial traders. Simone de Beauvoir and Jean Paul Sartre are also known to have visited the cafe often, as it was a place of elite gathering. I wonder if Starbucks would be below them. I think they’d be pretty stoked with all the different flavored drinks, but that would probably have distracted with writing or philosophical discussions, and/or possibly the development of our very race, and today we’d all just be staring blankly at each other from how dumb we became. I will have a daiquiri or a martini here just like ol’ way man. 
3. Brassserie. I’m going to finish a beer for the first time. What better place to get drunk than where the most poetic drunk of all time spent his time there thinking up beautiful things, or just hangin. Even more so.

a new anothercitycorner view by thegirlwhojumped “Then as I was getting up to the Closerie des Lilas with the light on my old friend, the statue of Marshal Ney with his sword out and the shadows of the trees on the bronze…I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be and I stopped at the Lilas to keep the statue company and drank a cold beer before going home to the flat over the sawmill.” ~Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
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