<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:27:43.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boro/Bourges live</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-4318931644866467855</id><published>2008-10-28T21:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:12:57.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salut</title><content type='html'>Hello to all , I am trying to look at a new way of involving more people in our Blog.&lt;br /&gt;Please go to &lt;a href="http://www.cafepierre.ning.com"&gt;CafePierreNing&lt;/a&gt; This is a Social Network site that may be what we are looking for? Anyway it is certainly worth a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-4318931644866467855?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/4318931644866467855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=4318931644866467855' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/4318931644866467855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/4318931644866467855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2008/10/salut.html' title='Salut'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-5488385483120450047</id><published>2008-10-08T09:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:16:21.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello everybody</title><content type='html'>It is the beginning of term and the renewal of our contacts I hope it will be fruitful with a lot of exchanges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all: a short funny article.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article found in a local newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our cathedral, we can find surprising things engraved in stone. A journalist tacked a snapshot of a figure located in the crypt, decorating the base of the ribbed vault. When the sculptor made his or her work, he or she let himself or herself go and sculpted… human buttocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD13q0QYA50/SPtdAfM-WGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H1UywONsbS4/s1600-h/cath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD13q0QYA50/SPtdAfM-WGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H1UywONsbS4/s200/cath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258899252842485858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fact it is in a house of God, what is funny is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure (same word in English or in French for this place of sculpture) is the word to define the face in French!&lt;br /&gt;This type of sculpture is named in French Cul-de-lampe. I’ll let you guess the meaning of the first part of the word!&lt;br /&gt; Outside the cathedral, there are seven other of the same figures!&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know who the model was: a man or a woman? No clues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-5488385483120450047?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/5488385483120450047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=5488385483120450047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/5488385483120450047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/5488385483120450047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-everybody.html' title='Hello everybody'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD13q0QYA50/SPtdAfM-WGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/H1UywONsbS4/s72-c/cath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-8408713305488880436</id><published>2007-11-27T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:31:53.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle-blowing</title><content type='html'>I read in the Gazette of Middlesbrough (on the web) that a firm bought another firm which provides whistle-blowing service. In my dictionary, a whistle-blower is someone who dare say things that another people do not. It seems to me he or she is an informer or a kind of spy. I don’t exactly know the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;If someone can tell me what a whistle-blower is and a whistle-blowing service can be?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for this information.&lt;br /&gt;It will be better for you to answer in French!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-8408713305488880436?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/8408713305488880436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=8408713305488880436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/8408713305488880436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/8408713305488880436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/11/whistle-blowing.html' title='Whistle-blowing'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-6802515776051575951</id><published>2007-11-15T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:46:02.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lady of France</title><content type='html'>The news has surely arrived up in Middlesbrough: President Sarkozy divorced Cecilia his second wife. I suppose that the tabloids in Great Britain made their headlines with this information because I believe they are fond of this kind of news! In France, we were not surprised because before the Presidential Election, they have not already lived together and Cecilia Sarkozy ‘eloped’ from France to go to the US and live the ‘perfect love’ with another man! We don’t know what the reason for their divorce was. In this case, we say in France: when the shutters are closed, we don’t know what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia probably came back to France for the election only because in terms of ‘image’ it was better for the candidate to have someone beside him to play the Jackie Kennedy or Hilary Clinton… Some people say they had a deal just for the election. The result looks like that!&lt;br /&gt;The question is: ’but who will be the next First Lady’? Some names are spreading: hush… it is a secret…. In France, it is forbidden to spread this kind of information in the newspapers. Everything is pillow talk (‘bruits d’alcove’ in French). Everybody knows that the last three Presidents were not faithful but they stayed as a couple just for their image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun: Bertrand Delanoë the major of Paris would like to be the next President in 2012. I wonder who the first Lady could be. You could try to answer the question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-6802515776051575951?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/6802515776051575951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=6802515776051575951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/6802515776051575951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/6802515776051575951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-lady-of-france.html' title='First Lady of France'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-900279912775470289</id><published>2007-10-25T21:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:59:23.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>France: an English summer?</title><content type='html'>In France this summer, we had the result of global warming! The summer has been rotten. Except at the edge of the Mediterranean Sea, everywhere else the weather has been execrable: rain, wind, and snow in the mountains with low temperatures. Apart from short periods, the tourists or holidaymakers have not been lucky: deserted beaches, evenings by the fireside, ‘compelled’ museum visits, games and long stays inside pubs…. Sun lotion was not necessary, sweaters, mackintoshes and ponchos replaced them. At the edge of the Mediterranean Sea if there has not been rain for four months the weather has been windy and the water rather fresh…Sometimes in high winds people ran away from the beaches because the sand was stinging their eyes and their body. &lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that some meteorologists learnedly said at the beginning of this year there would be a heat wave in August and we would be short of water! We have seen the result! When specialists are not able to forecast the weather for the next day, then for the coming months and years it is pure chance…&lt;br /&gt;In French popular memory such weather is to compare with the one they think they could find in England (maybe rightly so!!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Claude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-900279912775470289?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/900279912775470289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=900279912775470289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/900279912775470289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/900279912775470289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/10/france-english-summer.html' title='France: an English summer?'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-591660269900431527</id><published>2007-10-18T10:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:19:56.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry to have lost !</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was a gloomy evening for French people. We lost the rugby match against our ‘best centuries-old foe’…We lost because our team was not the best or the English players were! Never mind, for me it is just a game. It wasn’t the case for everybody if you looked at the appearance of people after the match in the television report. The excitement was finished and sometimes some people were crying…. The pub’s customers were not numerous nor, of course, the consumption of beer or other alcoholic drinks (Poor pub managers and their turnovers)! I am sure there has been a positive transfer to … England with probably the hangovers too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done to your team and good luck for next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-591660269900431527?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/591660269900431527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=591660269900431527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/591660269900431527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/591660269900431527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-to-have-lost.html' title='Sorry to have lost !'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-211621942952589475</id><published>2007-06-18T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:30:45.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci mille fois Bourges</title><content type='html'>Hello to all in Newcastle and welcome to Boro Bourges-live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci mille fois Sylvia pour vos mots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-211621942952589475?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/211621942952589475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=211621942952589475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/211621942952589475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/211621942952589475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/06/merci-mille-fois-bourges.html' title='Merci mille fois Bourges'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-300630877814270919</id><published>2007-05-11T21:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:30:48.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Tango ...</title><content type='html'>Que serait l'Argentine sans le tango ... un grand pays certes mais il y a beaucoup d'autres grands pays. Si vous aimez le tango si vous voulez allez à la rencontre d'un jeune pianiste-compositeur et de sa musique, et bien je vous recommande d'aller sur le blog de Gabriel Sivak et de lire et voir comment il travaille ... et d'écouter bien sûr! ses interprétations et compositions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-300630877814270919?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/300630877814270919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=300630877814270919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/300630877814270919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/300630877814270919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/05/tango-tango.html' title='Tango Tango ...'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-8728014378779520158</id><published>2007-05-08T16:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:55:23.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bourges ‘on alcohol’</title><content type='html'>During the last festival in Bourges (Printemps de Bourges), where concerts are more for young people, a new phenomenon appeared last year and has increased this year. In the evening, every square in the town centre and in the festival alleys was crowded with people drinking. Strolling about, a lot of people had glasses and bottles in their hands and inside them it was not clear water. The contents can be beer, sometimes wine, alcohol and sometimes a blend of odd products! The most addicted to this new fashion are often teenagers who get younger and younger each year.  The game is to get drunk quickly and they call that “la défonce” (from the French verb: défoncer). I think you say “binge drinking” in English. After that, there are “the side effects” that is to say: fights, wounds, sickness, depraved behaviour and probably at the best, a headache the next day! People say they have a wild time but they never laugh when they are in this state! They look rather sad.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholism is not a novelty in France, because it has existed for ages. The difference is the way of drinking alcohol. Before it was more with wine (people drank “un p’tit blanc” a glass of white wine) and fruit alcohol (“une p’tite goutte”: in my region, a small glass of alcohol). They used to drink in pubs before (yes, in the morning!) or after their work and often every day! Now, beer has replaced wine and alcohol is more whisky, vodka … Sometimes they blend that with Coca-Cola, beer, wine…! The big difference is that they also take drugs, a phenomenon almost unknown forty years ago. The blend is often explosive!! &lt;br /&gt;Why do they do that? I have no answer. Maybe because they don’t have an aim in their lives and too much money in their pockets!&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is not a bad thing but not beyond fun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-8728014378779520158?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/8728014378779520158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=8728014378779520158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/8728014378779520158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/8728014378779520158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/05/bourges-on-alcohol.html' title='Bourges ‘on alcohol’'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-5947746778752298070</id><published>2007-04-04T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:58:08.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haggis against Tripoux ?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I discuss « cuisine » with English people, each of us wanting to enhance our own recipes. It is the case with a Scottish dish:  Haggis and a French dish: Tripoux. Often in France haggis is a dish that French people laugh at because for them it doesn’t seem to be very good food…. the worst of British cuisine! But generally without having tasted it! Tripoux is a dish which is not very well known in France. It comes from the south of the Massif Central. &lt;br /&gt;Why compare them?&lt;br /&gt;Because, when one looks at the definition, it is the same thing: stuffed ewe’s stomach.&lt;br /&gt;But if you look at the appearance they are different:&lt;br /&gt;Tripoux consists of pieces of ewe’s stomach, which are stuffed. It looks like small roasts tied up with string.&lt;br /&gt;Haggis is the whole ewe’s stomach stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;The great difference is the stuffing.&lt;br /&gt;Inside tripoux the stuffing is just dry raw ham in small pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Inside Haggis the stuffing is minced meat with other things unknown to me!&lt;br /&gt;You can find tripoux in butcher’s only in the Massif Central either just raw or cooked with a flavoured sauce. You can also find it cooked in tins. &lt;br /&gt;I had never tasted Haggis before of course! Mandy Brice, our Scottish teacher at IMEP, brought me back a haggis directly from Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;I roasted it as Mandy recommended and ate it with mashed potatoes. As also recommended I drank whisky!!!&lt;br /&gt;The first thing which surprised me was that the stuffing is stronger when I expected something mild. But haggis was good for my taste. I would like to taste it using another Scottish recipe: boiled and put inside mash potatoes a little bit like our “hachis Parmentier”. In France, the reputation of this dish is false and maybe Scotland could export it.&lt;br /&gt;The taste of tripoux is very different. The texture is not the same as Haggis. It is milder and it is very good with potatoes or pasta (for people who like it!! and Mandy is not a fan of tripoux).&lt;br /&gt;The best thing to do to compare these two dishes is to taste them.&lt;br /&gt;“Bon appétit” and Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: More about the tripoux (in French!) go to http://www.monauvergne.com/2006/05/11/one-two-tripoux/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-5947746778752298070?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/5947746778752298070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=5947746778752298070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/5947746778752298070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/5947746778752298070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/04/haggis-against-tripoux.html' title='Haggis against Tripoux ?'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-5293012173074861978</id><published>2007-03-27T21:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:02:13.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Café Babel</title><content type='html'>Je voudrais juste vous recommander un magazine que j'ai découvert il y a peu et qui me semble très intéressant pour trois raisons: &lt;br /&gt;1° c'est un magazine d'actualité européen: par ses articles nous pouvons nous informer de ce qui se passe dans cette grande Europe de 27 états;&lt;br /&gt;2° c'est un magazine que l'on peut lire en différentes langues: anglais, espagnol, français, allemand, catalan, polonais&lt;br /&gt;3° j'adore la section Tour de Babel qui compare des expressions idiomatiques dans les différentes langues européennes où elles existent avec des sens similaires et m'a fait bien rire!&lt;br /&gt;Donc voilà de l'information, de la culture et des fous rires européens, c'est le cocktail du mois que je vous propose de découvrir.&lt;br /&gt;http://cafebabel.com/fr/default.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-5293012173074861978?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/5293012173074861978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=5293012173074861978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/5293012173074861978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/5293012173074861978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/03/caf-babel.html' title='Café Babel'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-9071239114070617697</id><published>2007-03-08T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:13:25.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sylvia Neveu put the titles of a few novels to read in English or in French on the blog. It is a good idea. Notably, she proposed the Da Vinci code.&lt;br /&gt;I came to the Da Vinci code by …the film. I saw this movie in French (sorry) when it was released in France. Film critics had “murdered” the film saying it was no good, too long, it had a bad scenario, and that it was “a commercial one” and so on. These film critics are the same ones who judge films at the Festival of Cannes. Generally, the nominated films have a limited success and we are often bored with them because they are “intellectual” or rather film critics claim so! I found the film very good because the scenario, the actors and the music are very good and we are in the dream domain, even if the subject is heretical and has been discussed for a thousand years between protagonists…with the same certainties or uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after, I read Dan Brown’s novel in English of course. I found this book gripping and it was difficult to “take my nose out of it”. I read it like a thriller! It doesn’t matter if what was written is true of false, it is well done. I think that the success of the film and the book is due to the fact that we are on the boundary between the real and unreal and we are constantly rocked between them.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good reading&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a piece of advice:&lt;br /&gt;If you want to improve your French vocabulary, read novels in French with the help of an electronic translator (it is the best). It is difficult at the beginning but it is a good way to make progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-9071239114070617697?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/9071239114070617697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=9071239114070617697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/9071239114070617697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/9071239114070617697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/03/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-8235195540500493386</id><published>2007-03-02T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:47:24.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in the UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are a large population sharing a small island, so we experience many problems on our overcrowded roads. Everyday we encounter traffic queues, roadworks and accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learning to drive is very expensive. Lessons cost about £20 (€30) and most people need 12 or more. The test is in two parts, theory and practical, costing about £80 (€120). You must pass both parts to earn your licence. While they are learning, drivers must display large, red Ls on the back and front of their vehicle. They can change to green Ls for the first year after passing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drivers must buy a Road Fund Licence annually, but so far our motorways are free. Insurance is another heavy cost and fuel prices are very high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite all these problems, driving is extremely popular and many families own more than one car. French visitors are surprised to see us driving on the left, but in our opinion it's the right side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-8235195540500493386?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/8235195540500493386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=8235195540500493386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/8235195540500493386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/8235195540500493386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/03/driving-in-uk.html' title='Driving in the UK'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-3474319488774829778</id><published>2007-02-08T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:40:30.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeu de mots pour amateurs!</title><content type='html'>Je préfère le vin d'ici à l'eau de là.&lt;br /&gt;Pierre Dac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-3474319488774829778?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/3474319488774829778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=3474319488774829778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/3474319488774829778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/3474319488774829778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/02/jeu-de-mots-pour-amateurs.html' title='Jeu de mots pour amateurs!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-3828535126360691043</id><published>2007-02-05T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:06:30.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Première visite dans le Boro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cette première visite à Middlesbrough restera dans ma mémoire comme un souvenir très agréable et je ne l'oublierai jamais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Votre ville est très belle même si en arrivant la vue plongeante sur la rivière et ses usines qui envoient des colonnes de fumée dans le ciel bleu est peu attrayante. Comme beaucoup de villes il ne faut pas se contenter d'une vue générale il faut entrer et la voir de l'intérieur; surtout il faut se laisser charmer par ses vieilles pierres, son histoire et ses gens. Les gens du Boro sont très accueillants et sympathiques. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Merci pour la simplicité et la gentillesse de votre accueil et à très bientôt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-3828535126360691043?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/3828535126360691043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=3828535126360691043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/3828535126360691043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/3828535126360691043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/02/premire-visite-dans-le-boro.html' title='Première visite dans le Boro'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116964401177806503</id><published>2007-01-24T14:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:06:51.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Origine de l'expression: "Demain on rase gratis"</title><content type='html'>« Demain, on rase gratis ! »Faire des promesses que l'on ne tient pas."Les promesses n'engagent que ceux qui y croient/les écoutent". Voilà une phrase qui a été mise dans la bouche de nombreux élus (ou en passe de l'être).Il faut dire que l'activité favorite de nos hommes politiques de tous bords, c'est de faire des promesses inconsidérées, travail qui leur est facilité parce que l'Homme est faible et qu'il préfère entendre des fausses promesses de bonheur que des promesses de temps difficiles, même s'il sait que leur venue ou réalisation est bien plus probable.L'avantage pour les politiques, c'est que c'est un sport qui ne fatigue que leur langue et pas trop leurs méninges.Cette expression viendrait d'un barbier qui aurait mis à l'entrée de son échoppe une grande pancarte proclamant : "demain on rase gratis". Mais notre artisan, pas totalement idiot et près de ses sous, l'y laissait tous les jours.Par conséquent, le benêt qui, le lendemain du jour où il avait vu la pancarte, venait se faire raser ou couper les cheveux et qui s'étonnait de devoir quand même payer, s'entendait répondre : "oui, mais il y a écrit que c'est demain que c'est gratuit".Pourquoi cette histoire dont la véracité reste à prouver met-elle en scène un barbier ?C'est peut-être bien parce qu'autrefois il existait une corporation qui englobait les dentistes, les chirurgiens et les barbiers, et qui n'avait pas vraiment une bonne réputation. Ce qui explique qu'on disait : "menteur comme un arracheur de dents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source. &lt;a href="http://www.expressio.fr/expressions/"&gt;http://www.expressio.fr/expressions/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116964401177806503?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116964401177806503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116964401177806503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116964401177806503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116964401177806503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/01/origine-de-lexpression-demain-on-rase.html' title='Origine de l&apos;expression: &quot;Demain on rase gratis&quot;'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116964377814031433</id><published>2007-01-24T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:02:58.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrambling in the spoils</title><content type='html'>I don’t know if the piece of information has reached Middlesbrough but in France we are going to be in an election campaign or rather election campaigns because we’ll have two elections: the presidential election and the parliamentary election.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from politics, it is interesting to look at the behaviour of our politicians!&lt;br /&gt;Today, we have “a hype” in all the media and it is difficult to escape from it except if you switch off the TV or if you forget to buy newspapers!&lt;br /&gt;You can read interviews or attend meetings between the candidates. They are in the campaign to try to appeal to electors. They are trying to sell an image with smiles or seriousness, good clothes, good complexion and sometimes a blow-dry and dye for men! Everybody wants to look younger! For certain people it is difficult… (as we could say: a coat of paint doesn’t prevent a wall from collapsing!!). They apply the same method as for ‘toothpaste’ advertising.&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to them, they try to denigrate each other even in the same party surely to appear more intelligent and dominating. In a few words, they try to “kill” their opponents. They throw ‘murderous’ little sentences at each other. Often the arguments are pitiful. Journalists are often in the game and stir up the conflicts!&lt;br /&gt;Above all, they all want our happiness: More things and fewer taxes, or more things and more taxes, it depends on the party! Happiness doesn't have the same meaning for everybody. We have an expression to say that the future in politics will be better: tomorrow ‘one shaves off free’ (“demain on rase gratis..”). Maybe the English equivalent is: tomorrow everything will become rosy?&lt;br /&gt;The great problems are not tackled or are cleverly avoided. We are in the domain of lies (named in French: “politics untruth”! (contre-vérité)), of denigration, of disinformation. They always promise a better life but as we say in France: “promises only bind people who listen to them!!” Experience shows that it is true…Generally the main objective of a politician is to be re-elected.&lt;br /&gt;The position has to be a good one because there are a lot of people who are fighting and who want to be the “happy elect”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must certainly be the same thing in England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116964377814031433?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116964377814031433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116964377814031433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116964377814031433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116964377814031433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/01/scrambling-in-spoils.html' title='Scrambling in the spoils'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116941345814501557</id><published>2007-01-21T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:04:18.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HUIT JOURS EN PROVENCE</title><content type='html'>L’anneé dernière j’ai passé mes vacances en Provence avec ma sœur et ma nièce.  On est resté pendant huit jours dans une grande maison de la campagne à Jouques près de Pertuis.  J’ai tenu un petit agenda et j’ai ecrit tous les jours où on a visité et qu’est-ce qu’on a fait.  Je voudrais vous dire quelques choses au sujet de notre voyage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma sœur déjà habitait en France et ma nièce et moi avons voyagé par avion chez elle avant de conduire en Provence.  Ma sœur a une voiture mais elle est trop petite pour nous et nos bagages.  Alors, on a loué un VW Golf avec beaucoup d’espace et de grande vitesse.  Ma nièce a beaucoup aimé cette voiture et immédiatement a dit qu’elle allait conduire pendant le voyage.  Ma sœur et moi étions très contentes de ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes allées un samedi matin en juin.  Il faisait très chaud mais naturellement cette voiture avait une climatisation et il faisait frais dans la voiture!  Nous avons voyagé sur l’autoroute et quand nous étions fatiguées nous nous sommes reposées dans une ‘Aire’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes arrivées à Jouques en Provence l’après-midi et nous avons regardé la belle maison.  Le proprietaire, M Carravagio, nous a fait visiter la maison, mais la conversation etait difficile parce que il ne parlait pas anglais et, plus difficile, il etait assez sourd.  Nous avons souri beaucoup.  La maison avait une piscine de plein air avec des arbres et des parapluies pour l’ombre.  Nous avions une chambre chacune et il y avait une grande cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche, nous sommes allées au marché et nous avons acheté l’aliment et les boissons.  Parce-que il faisait très chaud nous sommes rentrées à la maison et nous avons pris un pique-nique à coté de la piscine.  Les guèpes aussi ont aimé la piscine et nous avons nagé tous ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lundi matin, nous sommes allées à Bonnieux qui est situé en haut des Montagnes du Luberon et puis nous avons continué à Roussillon.  Nous avons mangé là dans un restaurant perché au bord de la vallée.  Les déjeuners était merveilleux.  La terre à Roussillon a la couleur fantastique de rouge et jaune et les artisans dans la ville fabriquent les peintures à l’huile en couleurs belles à vendre à beaucoup d’artistes. Provence est célėbre pour les fleurs et pendant ce voyage nous avons vu les champs de la lavande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardi, il faisait encore très chaud et, tous le jour, nous paressions au bord de la piscine sous les parasols, naturellement avec une bouteille de vin sous la main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercredi, nous avons voyagé par voiture à Cassis, un petit port près de Marseilles.  On y a trouvé un restaurant avec un plat du jour de moules et frites – fantastique!  Nous avons mangé très bien.  Puis, nous avons decidé à prendre un voyage de bateau à voir les calanques.  Les calanques sont les falaises avec cinque anses situées entre Cassis et Marseilles.  La mer etait un peu agitée et, pour un moment, j’ai pensé que les moules j’ai mangées ont voulu revenir chez elles!  Heureusement, la mer est devenue plus tranquille et bientôt je me suis remise.  Après ça l’excursion etait très agréable.  Malheureusement, quand nous sommes retournées à Jouques il y avait un orage et la maison n’avait pas d’electricité.  Puis nous nous sommes couchées.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeudi matin, il y avait beaucoup, beaucoup de vers noirs dans la piscine.  Nous étions horrifiées mais M Carravagio a dit que c’etait normal après un orage et les il a  enlevé avec un filet de pêche.  Le soir, nous sommes allées à Aix en Provence où il y avait un festival.  Tous le monde s’habillait en costume traditionelle et ils chantaient et dansaient dans toute la ville.  C’était très intéressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendredi, nous sommes allées au village le plus proche et nous avons pris des boissons dans un petit café.  Le proprietaire parlait avec nous et nous avons demandé pourquoi il n’y avait pas de restaurant dans le village.  Il a répondu que le maire n’aimait pas les touristes et alors il allait  décourager les restaurateurs qui voulaient ouvrir un bon restaurant.  Ce que le maire a dit, ça s’est passé.  Pas des restaurants jusqu'à un nouveau maire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samedi, le dernier jour.  Nous devions nettoyer et ranger la maison et puis nous avons dit au revoir à M et Mme Carravagio.  Ils ont répondu que nous étions les clientes plus tranquilles qu’ils avaient en leur maison et nous devions revenir beaucoup de fois.  Moi, je voudrais le faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOCABULAIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            une climatisation                                  air conditioner&lt;br /&gt;            une aire                                                 motorway services&lt;br /&gt;            sourd                                                     deaf&lt;br /&gt;            faire visiter                                            to show round&lt;br /&gt;            une piscine de plein air                       outdoor swimming pool    &lt;br /&gt;            les guèpes                                            wasps&lt;br /&gt;            peintures à l’huile                                 oil paints&lt;br /&gt;            paresser                                                to laze&lt;br /&gt;            sous la main                                         at hand&lt;br /&gt;            l’anse                                                     bay, cove&lt;br /&gt;            moules et frites                                     mussels and chips&lt;br /&gt;            les falaises                                            cliffs&lt;br /&gt;            remettre                                                 to recover&lt;br /&gt;            un orage                                                a storm&lt;br /&gt;            les vers noirs                                        black worms&lt;br /&gt;            un filet de pêche                                   fishing net&lt;br /&gt;            nettoyer et ranger                                 to clean and tidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy French 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116941345814501557?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116941345814501557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116941345814501557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116941345814501557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116941345814501557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/01/huit-jours-en-provence.html' title='HUIT JOURS EN PROVENCE'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116941272060427973</id><published>2007-01-21T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:52:00.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le shopping. Helen</title><content type='html'>Shopping – do I love it or hate it?  Helen Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently I was working full-time and shopping was another of those tiresome chores which had to be fitted into a very busy schedule.  Every Friday evening, after work, I would go to one of the large supermarkets in Middlesbrough, for example, Asda, Morrisons, Sainsburys or Tesco, and there I would stock up with all the groceries I needed for the week.  By necessity, a lot of the food I bought was frozen, or ready-prepared for convenience.  An advantage of the large supermarkets is that their opening hours are much longer than the smaller, local shops; thus enabling me to shop after work.  However, I hated these excursions after a busy week at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, since giving up work, I rarely visit the large supermarkets.  Now, whenever I need to shop, I leave the car at home and walk to our local high street in Stokesley (a small market town about 10 miles south of Middlesbrough).  This lovely little town is full of small, specialist shops where you can buy practically anything you need.  There are butchers, greengrocers, gift shops, high-quality clothes shops, bakers, a jewellers, a delicatessen, an electrical shop, hairdressers, an art gallery, estate agents, solicitors, banks and a couple of small supermarkets.  There are also many cafes, pubs and restaurants to meet friends and get a bite to eat.   Many of the shops and businesses are family-run and offer a friendly face and a more personal service than you might get from the large supermarkets or departmental stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, shopping has now become a pleasure.  I enjoy the daily walk into Stokesley, often bumping into people I know for a quick chat.  The food we eat is fresher and locally sourced so our diet has improved (convenience food has become a thing of the past).  A further benefit is that my food and petrol bills have also gone down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116941272060427973?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116941272060427973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116941272060427973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116941272060427973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116941272060427973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/01/le-shopping-helen.html' title='Le shopping. Helen'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116844245905458874</id><published>2007-01-10T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:20:59.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol et ses amis, sans bottes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/1600/536008/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/320/554636/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116844245905458874?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116844245905458874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116844245905458874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116844245905458874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116844245905458874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/01/carol-et-ses-amis-sans-bottes.html' title='Carol et ses amis, sans bottes!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116827192193971211</id><published>2007-01-08T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:56:20.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots are made for walking!</title><content type='html'>Although Middlesbrough is an industrial town, it is situated near some of the most beautiful scenery in England. Every weekend I enjoy rambling with a group of friends in the lovely hills or along our spectacular, rugged coastline. This year [2006] the weather has been superb, and even now, in November we are able to appreciate the amazing hues of autumn in bright sunshine- even if our boots are stuck in the mud underfoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as exploring our own locality, we also love to visit other areas of natural beauty such as the Lake district and the Yorkshire Dales ,while the more adventurous venture abroad to try mountain walking all over the world. We love to visit France, of course, and will be returning to the Pyrenees in August to walk and practise our French language skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol French 5+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116827192193971211?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116827192193971211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116827192193971211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116827192193971211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116827192193971211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/01/these-boots-are-made-for-walking.html' title='These boots are made for walking!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116790223443605038</id><published>2007-01-04T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:51:12.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Violence Dans Les Banlieues</title><content type='html'>La Violence Dans Les Banlieues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vague d'émeutes en octobre et novembre 2005 était déclenchée par la mort de deux jeunes gens à Clichy-sous-Bois, une banlieue de Paris,  électrocutés en fuyant la police, selon leurs amis, un groupe de jeunes Clichois qui revenaient d'une partie de foot dans la ville voisine de Livry-Gargan. Un troisième était grièvement blessé. Ces trois s'étaient cachés dans la centrale électrique de Clichy-sous-Bois à proximité d'un transformateur. La poursuite des jeunes par les policiers était dénie le lendemain par Nicolas Sarkozy, le ministre d'État, mais les jeunes insistent: la police leur courait après.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi la police voulait les interroger? Nicolas Sarkozy a parlé de "cambriolage", mais le procureur de la République de Bobigny a parlé d'un "contrôle d'identité". Les contradictions ont attisé la colère. L'avocat des familles a demandé, "Pourquoi des jeunes qui n'ont rien à se reprocher se sont sentis suffisamment menacés pour pénétrer sur un site dangereux?" Les jeunes qui avaient été interrogé au commissariat, ont été relâché sans inculpation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le drame avait déclenché des violences urbaines dans toute la France qui ont duré trois semaines et  se sont soldées par plusieurs morts, 130 policiers et émeutiers blessés, 300 bâtiments et 10 000 véhicules incendiés. Plus d'un an après les faits, le rapport de l'Inspection  générale des services (IGS) ("la police des polices") a établi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         la police avait bien poursuivi les deux adolescents avant l'accident dans le transformateur&lt;br /&gt;·         certains policiers, tout en sachant que ces jeunes  s'étaient introduits  dans le transformateur, n'ont rien fait pour les protégér&lt;br /&gt;·         l'origine des poursuites  (il y en avait deux) était une intrusion des jeunes sur un chantier privé (les avocats ont réaffirmé que la tentative de vol n'a jamais existé)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a craint une célébration d'un "anniversaire" en octobre et novembre 2006. En fait, le nombre d'incidents était limité, mais selon Le Monde, le degré de violence témoignait de la radicalisation de noyaux durs d'adolescents ou de jeunes adultes - agressions voire tentative d'homicides de policiers dans des quartiers sensibles, attaques et incendies de neuf bus en une semaine, par exemple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En moins de deux ans, c'est en effet le quatrième épisode de violences collectives impliquant les banlieues. En mars dernier, des centaines de jeunes de banlieue ont agressé violemment des lycéens et des étudiants qui défilaient à Paris contre le projet de contrat première embauche (CPE); en octobre et novembre 2005, les trois semaines d'émeutes, pendant lesquelles 10 000 véhicules et des centaines de bâtiments sont incendiés ou dégradés; en mars 2005, des centaines de "casseurs" des quartiers sensibles d' Île-de-France ont agressé violemment des lycéens qui manifestaient contre la loi Fillon sur l'école.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces incidents témoignent d'une tendance de fond plus qu'inquiétante: les violences sur les personnes n'ont pas cessé de croître depuis dix ans (+ 80%). Dans les transports en commun, aux abords de certaines cités, les vols avec violence deviennent des violences avec vols, selon un maire de Seine-Saint-Denis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce qui sont les motivations pour la violence, surtout contre la police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      Une réponse à la forte présence policière dans ces quartiers, notamment des compagnies républicaines de sécurité (CRS) et leurs interventions dans les quartiers pour démanteler les réseaux criminels? Les violences urbaines, sont-elles instrumentalisées par les organisateurs des trafics de stupéfiants et de voitures volées?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il ne faut pas oublier que les habitants des cités les plus sensibles sont confrontés au quotidien à toutes les  formes de délinquance. Les incendies de voitures, par exemple, sont courants. On en a recensé 28 000 depuis janvier 2005 en France. La grande majorité a eu lieu dans ces quartiers défavorisés. Vols, agressions, trafics de drogues, affrontements entre bandes rivales n'ont rien d'exceptionnel. Les délinquants font la loi et il est parfois impossible à la police mais aussi aux pompiers, aux médecins, d'intervenir sans être agressés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.      Des mineurs, sont-ils utilisés par des majeurs sous le simple argument de leur irresponsabilité pénale, comme a indiqué une enquête en cours après l'incendie, samedi 28 octobre 2006, d'un bus de Marseille et le sort tragique de l'une de ses passagères. "Il faut punir des mineurs de 17 ans ", a réaffirmé M. Sarkozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      Le racisme par la police? Est-ce que c'est vrai que la police provoque les jeunes pour saisir le moindre prétexte pour frapper ou tirer? Est-ce que c'est un désir  de revanche pour ceux qui estiment avoir été victimes de violences ou d'insultes de la part des forces de l'ordre? Les jeunes, comme leurs parents, se plaignent de la multiplication des contrôles d'identité ciblés sur les adolescents de banlieue assimilés à des "racailles"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selon Claude Evin (PS), la Commission nationale de déontologie de la sécurité a estimé que les conditions de l'interrogatoire de police du mineur ayant survécu à l'électrocution de Clichy-sous-Bois, en octobre 2005, constituaient un manquement à la déontologie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      Une révolte face aux inégalités sociales et aux discriminations? La combinaison de chômage, pauvreté, absence d'intégration, échec scolaire et de la criminalité?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selon M. Sarkozy, "Il faut en finir avec cette culture de l'excuse permanente (…) le chômage, les discriminations, le racisme, l'injustice, ne sauraient excuser de tels actes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.      Est-ce que vrai que les journaux télévisés contribuent au phénomène d'émulation et competition? Celle-ci était apparue de manière spectaculaire en novembre 2005 avec l'extension progressive des violences d'une ville, puis d'un département, à l'autre? D'autres médias, ont-ils pris le relais? Les blogs, par exemple, dont plusieurs centaines s'inscrivent de façon très claire dans une logique de concurrence. Les vidéos, qui circulent sur l'Internet par les sites d'échange (sur YouTube, par exemple) ou qui sont envoyées de mobile en mobile par MMS (messages multimédias). Chaque quartier joue ainsi, en partie, son prestige dans l'univers "ghetto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      Selon le ministre des Affaires Étrangères, "Le grand danger que nous avons aujourd'hui dans nos quartiers, c'est de perdre la bataille de l'intégration et de voir s'y substituer une radicalisation des mouvements politiques basés sur la réligion."&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulaire&lt;br /&gt;émeute nf                                            riot, ~s riots, rioting&lt;br /&gt;déclencher                                          to trigger off&lt;br /&gt;fuir                                                       to flee (fuyant past participle)&lt;br /&gt;blessé                                                 wounded&lt;br /&gt;centrale électrique nf                          power station or plant&lt;br /&gt;cambriolage nm                                  burglary, house breaking&lt;br /&gt;procureur de la République nm          public or state prosecutor&lt;br /&gt;attiser                                                  to stir up&lt;br /&gt;inculpation nf                                       charge&lt;br /&gt;se solder par                                       to show, to end in&lt;br /&gt;témoigner de                                       to show, to display&lt;br /&gt;noyau (pl ~x) nm                                 core&lt;br /&gt;voire                                                    indeed, nay&lt;br /&gt;sensible                                               sensitive&lt;br /&gt;défiler                                                  to march, to parade&lt;br /&gt;casseur nm                                         tough guy, rioting demonstrator&lt;br /&gt;tendance nf                                         trend&lt;br /&gt;CRS nm                                              compagnie républicaine de sécurité (member of the state security police)                                     &lt;br /&gt;réseau (pl ~x) nm                               network&lt;br /&gt;revanche nf                                         revenge&lt;br /&gt;assimiler à                                          to liken to, to compare to, to put in the category of&lt;br /&gt;racaille nf                                             rabble, riffraff, scum&lt;br /&gt;interrogatoire nm                                 questioning, cross examination&lt;br /&gt;déontologie nf                                      professional code of ethics&lt;br /&gt;… ne sauraient (pas) excuser…        could never excuse&lt;br /&gt;relais nm                                             relay (race)&lt;br /&gt;s'inscrire                                             to join&lt;br /&gt;concurrence nf                                    competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouana Traoré 15                               mort dans le transformateur&lt;br /&gt;Zyed Benna 17                                    mort dans le transformateur&lt;br /&gt;Muhittin Altun 18                                  grièvement blessé dans le transformateur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas Sarkozy                                  le ministre de l'intérieur (Home Secretary)&lt;br /&gt;Philippe Doust-Blazy                          le ministre des Affaires étrangères (Foreign Secretary)&lt;br /&gt;Claude Evin (PS)                                député socialiste et ancien ministre (socialist MP &amp; former minister; PS (parti socialiste)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116790223443605038?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116790223443605038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116790223443605038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116790223443605038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116790223443605038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-violence-dans-les-banlieues.html' title='La Violence Dans Les Banlieues'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116766516449383111</id><published>2007-01-01T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:26:04.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You are being watched!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/1600/76958/nasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/320/598421/nasa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are being watched!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much for your New Year message.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Digital Age is here! 2007 should mean that we move on together creating wonderful new resources for our learners and each other. A sign of the times is that Abigail [my 8 year old daughter] had NASA tracking Santa as he move towards the North East of England. She went to bed knowing that he was in Cambodia and moving up towards Ch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had worries about him getting through Afganistan, but he made it and brought me my new i Pod. I DO Believe! I really do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the best for the new year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116766516449383111?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116766516449383111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116766516449383111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116766516449383111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116766516449383111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-being-watched.html' title='You are being watched!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116748754323016388</id><published>2006-12-30T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:05:43.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>J-1 et ce sera la fin ... de l'année 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Et oui J-1 avant l'évènement le plus important de l'année: le réveillon de la Saint Sylvestre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Je ne sais même pas qui c'est Saint Sylvestre et je m'en moque bien, il a du souffrir le martyr comme beaucoup d'autres saints ... quelle horreur! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Encore 24h pour profiter de l'année qui s'en va ... tellement vite ...quand j'y pense j'ai l'impression de rentrer tout juste de vacances d'été ... et bien non, l'été c'était il y a 4 mois déjà! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2007 est déjà là prêt à frapper à la porte et à entrer dans nos maisons. Avec la nouvelle année c'est aussi le temps des bonnes résolutions ... une année cela passe si vite que l'on n'a pas le temps de tout faire donc on se dit toujours qu'on le fera l'an prochain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Petit vocabulaire local que j'aimerais ajouter à votre dictionnaire de la langue française, enfin de la langue telle qu'on la cause par cheu nous en Berry! Hier chez la boulangère une dame répondait à la traditionnelle phrase "passez de bonnes fêtes!" avec cette expression "on va tâcher". Et oui "tâcher de faire" c'est typique en Berry ... on tâche de bien se porter, on tâche de rentrer à l'heure, on tâche de faire vite .... on va tâcher bien des choses en 2007 ... pour ma part je vais tâcher de partager avec vous la richesse de notre langue quelle soit parisienne, bon chic bon genre, bobo, branchée, pas branchée, causée, chantée ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bref tâchez mes amis du Yorkshire de passer une excellente année 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116748754323016388?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116748754323016388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116748754323016388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116748754323016388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116748754323016388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/12/j-1-et-ce-sera-la-fin-de-lanne-2006.html' title='J-1 et ce sera la fin ... de l&apos;année 2006!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116619064421268695</id><published>2006-12-15T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:01:30.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les francais ,'Strike' beaucoup??</title><content type='html'>Follow this link to an interview that I made back in October 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v9USvcp3Uo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre&lt;br /&gt;Joyeux Noel et bonne année!&lt;br /&gt;All the best for Cristmas and New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116619064421268695?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116619064421268695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116619064421268695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116619064421268695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116619064421268695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/12/les-francais-strike-beaucoup.html' title='Les francais ,&apos;Strike&apos; beaucoup??'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116585137414994832</id><published>2006-12-11T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:36:14.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And another</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/1600/325373/cafepierre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/320/674245/cafepierre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116585137414994832?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116585137414994832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116585137414994832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116585137414994832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116585137414994832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-another.html' title='And another'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116585129088549912</id><published>2006-12-11T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:34:50.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/1600/333158/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/320/250560/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116585129088549912?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116585129088549912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116585129088549912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116585129088549912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116585129088549912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-more.html' title='And more'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116585124852983427</id><published>2006-12-11T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:34:08.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/1600/727991/bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/320/614002/bottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116585124852983427?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116585124852983427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116585124852983427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116585124852983427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116585124852983427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-drawings.html' title='More drawings'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116585120602078368</id><published>2006-12-11T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:33:26.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some interesting drawings from Ronnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/1600/619862/chef1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3704/707/320/280712/chef1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116585120602078368?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116585120602078368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116585120602078368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116585120602078368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116585120602078368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-interesting-drawings-from-ronnie.html' title='Some interesting drawings from Ronnie'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116577528737536460</id><published>2006-12-10T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:28:07.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Accents in France.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Really, a French accent doesn’t exist in France but, rather a great deal of accents according to the different regions. We can consider there are two “families”:&lt;br /&gt;-   In the south just under the Limoges-Grenoble line, the accent is said to be the “accent du midi” (southern accent)&lt;br /&gt;-  Above this line, people from the south of France say “accent pointu” (northern French accent). I don’t know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course within these two families there are differences according to the place in these regions, the people who speak and if they live in a town or in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The southern accent is a ‘sing-song accent’ where people say all the vowels in the words distinctly, often stressing them. This accent is more or less harsh if you are in certain areas and in the area of Narbonne, for example, a lot of people roll the rs. If you are not accustomed to this accent, it is difficult to understand, sometimes even for French people! Between Bordeaux and Marseille there are differences but it is almost the same way of speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the line, people living in Alsace have a strong accent very close to the German accent. In the other areas there are differences. For example, we can recognise people living in the north of the Alps, Brittany, and in the area of Lille… Of course, in the country, accents are more stressed and sometimes melted into a provincial dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In France, some people say that it is in the area of Tours that people have the best French accent (the purest accent). I don’t know why we say that! On the contrary, in the south of France people say they have the loveliest accent. I think it is a question of taste.&lt;br /&gt;For a foreigner, the accents add difficulties to learning the language, but French people have the same difficulties with the English language! It would be interesting to have diction courses on both sides of the channel taking this data into account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different French accents tend to be softened probably because of  TV where we don’t normally hear strong accents, the journalists and artists…mainly speak with the ‘Tours’ accent.&lt;br /&gt; Claude  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116577528737536460?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116577528737536460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116577528737536460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116577528737536460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116577528737536460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/12/accents-in-france.html' title='Accents in France.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116577514715247162</id><published>2006-12-10T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:25:47.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How the wine is produced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that many English people drink wine but I don’t know if they know how it is produced. Before drinking wine, there is a lot of work to be carried out. The technique depends on the variety of wine: red, white or rosé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Red wine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking red or black grapes (not white), the grains are crushed a little so that the juice can flow out naturally. In order to do this, the grapes are passed through two revolving, fluted rollers each spinning in the opposite direction. The grapes and the juice are then put in big, open barrels and stay there for around fifteen days allowing the mixture to ferment. (We sometimes say that it boils!) With the modern technique, the barrels are vats and the fermentation is temperature-controlled by adapted devices (cooling or heating). This sometimes makes the wine better.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the grapes are removed from the big barrel and put into a wine press and all the juice is extracted. After that, the wine is put into smaller wooden barrels so as to allow the suspended particles to settle at the bottom and the wine to take on a little bit of the taste of wood (important parameter).&lt;br /&gt;After some weeks the wine is removed from the top of the barrel, which allow the particles (we say sometimes the mud) to be removed. The wine is put back into the barrel and stays like this for a few months. Then the bottles are filled with this marvellous drink! And the best is to leave the wine in a cellar for a few years before drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;In industrial processes, the wine is not put in barrels but stays in big vats before bottling. Sometimes, wood shavings are put in the vat to add a taste of wood. It is forbidden in France!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. White wine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, after picking the white grapes, the grapes are directly pressed and only the juice is put in big barrels or vats so that  fermentation takes place. After that, we find almost the same process as for the red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rosé wine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process is the same as white wine, but using red or black grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other processes exist for example for Champagne, sparkling wine, wine obtained with late grape-picking…but they are specific products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116577514715247162?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116577514715247162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116577514715247162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116577514715247162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116577514715247162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-wine-is-produced.html' title='How the wine is produced'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116319242240248222</id><published>2006-11-10T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:00:22.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspector Barnaby from the other side of the channel.</title><content type='html'>Each Sunday afternoon a popular English series is broadcast on TV: Inspector Barnaby. In spite of the theme, a lot of French people watch this series. What attracts the viewers? I think we are experiencing an atmosphere we are not accustomed to seeing in France. Horrible crimes are committed in dream-like places where people are very polite. The castles and cottages are beautiful with marvellous, cosy interiors. Generally, people are more from the upper or middle classes where everybody thinks particularly leisure and parties! For a good story, there are at least four murders…In my opinion what pleases people is that the crimes don’t seem real. Characters don’t lose control of themselves. It seems like an intellectual game without consequences on the viewer’s behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say: it is so British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116319242240248222?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116319242240248222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116319242240248222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116319242240248222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116319242240248222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/inspector-barnaby-from-other-side-of.html' title='Inspector Barnaby from the other side of the channel.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116317242081313155</id><published>2006-11-10T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:27:00.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's interests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is Brian Dummigan. I am 66 years old. I have retired from work, so I have quite a lot of time to do the things I like.&lt;br /&gt;I love classical music. I have a big collection of records and CDs, and I go to concerts two or three times a month. With a couple of friends, I also travel to places like Leeds, York, Newcastle and Scarborough to see plays, operas, ballet and art exhibitions.I read a great deal - novels, detective stories, poetry, non-fiction, in fact, anything I can get my hands on!&lt;br /&gt;For exercise, I swim 800m. twice a week, but I am not a very good swimmer. I go for fairly long walks as often as I can, and there is always a lot of work to do in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;I love languages, and as well as French I know some Spanish, Italian, and German, and a (very) little Russian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116317242081313155?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116317242081313155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116317242081313155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116317242081313155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116317242081313155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/brians-interests.html' title='Brian&apos;s interests'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116317236664424810</id><published>2006-11-10T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:26:06.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's thoughts about Big Brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quelques Pensées au Sujet des Caméras de Surveillance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas à l’aise avec l’augmentation de la surveillance par les autorités, sauf pour la détection des crimes sérieux. Je crois que l’application de cette technologie pour reprocher tous ceux qui se comportent sans considération est l’utilisation d’une masse pour casser un noix, et un pas de trop le long d’un chemin dangereux. Sans la vie privée nous perdons nôtre liberté.&lt;br /&gt;De plus, il faut nous souvenir que les surveillants ne sont qu’êtres humaines qui soient soumis à la tentation d’abuser l’information qu’ils obtiennent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brian French 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116317236664424810?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116317236664424810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116317236664424810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116317236664424810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116317236664424810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/brians-thoughts-about-big-brother.html' title='Brian&apos;s thoughts about Big Brother!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116317153568189169</id><published>2006-11-10T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:16:37.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some ways I pass my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now that I am retired,I am not as agile as I used to be and my hobbies reflect that fact.I still enjoy short but easy walks in the coutryside, and I like to spend my time doing my gardening, especially in the summer, when the weather is warmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My other pastimes are more sedentary now. I love reading, and I prefer to read Historical Biographies, and other types of true stories, which I find fascinating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I am in the mood, I like to draw using pencil or felt-tipped coloured pens. I also paint with water colours. the subject I paint more than any other is birds. I think they are all so beautiful, and I adore their colours and shapes. For amusement, I often draw cartoon type pictures for my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have bought my first computer this year. I have been attending classes each week, to learn how to use my computer properly. It is complicated!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am really enjoying learning the French language, and our weekly classes are always interesting, with lots of interaction and discussion. Now that I can access my computer, I am able to enjoy reading all your correspondance from Bourges.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VERONICA French 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116317153568189169?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116317153568189169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116317153568189169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116317153568189169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116317153568189169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-ways-i-pass-my-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116317068415136538</id><published>2006-11-10T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:58:04.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A drawing by Veronica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116317068415136538?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116317068415136538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116317068415136538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116317068415136538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116317068415136538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/drawing-by-veronica.html' title='A drawing by Veronica'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116307620395187909</id><published>2006-11-09T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:45:39.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Carling's interests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/mum4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/320/mum4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for posting so many interesting articles on the blog.  Peter has asked our class if we could write a few lines about our hobbies.  Obviously, one of mine is learning French.  I really enjoy meeting the other students as well as learning more about France and the French language.  I also like gardening (but only when the sun shines – we call this ‘fair weather gardening’ round here).  I also enjoy walking with friends in the countryside, or with my dog.  I love books and reading – luckily I work in a library.  If I get a quiet few moments to myself, I like to do cross-stitch embroidery; I am not very artistic, I can’t paint or knit or sew, so this is my only creative outlet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116307620395187909?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116307620395187909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116307620395187909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116307620395187909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116307620395187909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/sue-carlings-interests.html' title='Sue Carling&apos;s interests'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116300655674516608</id><published>2006-11-08T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:23:52.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And some more reaction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Les cameras de surveillance&lt;br /&gt;Je pense que c’est triste que nous avons besoin des cameras de surveillance. Pour moi c’est une question avec deux opinions.&lt;br /&gt;D’une part, je pense que si on ne fait jamais qu’est tort, on n’a rien à peur.&lt;br /&gt;Mais, d’autre part, je m’inquiète que ces cameras peuvent suivre les mouvements de chaque individu.&lt;br /&gt;Les gens qui font marcher ces cameras peuvent ramasser beaucoup d’information d’un individu. Sont ces gens dignes de confiance&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116300655674516608?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116300655674516608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116300655674516608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116300655674516608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116300655674516608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-some-more-reaction_08.html' title='And some more reaction!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116300622943534725</id><published>2006-11-08T18:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:17:09.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And some more reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bien que les cameras de surveillance dans notre centre ville a Middlesbrough est très importante, je n’aime pas cette nouvelle idée de utiliser les haut paroles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mon avis c’est trop embarrassant pour les personnes et si on a utilisé fréquemment il deviendra une distraction aux personnes qui fait les courses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Walter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116300622943534725?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116300622943534725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116300622943534725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116300622943534725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116300622943534725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-some-more-reaction.html' title='And some more reaction'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116300593723895836</id><published>2006-11-08T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:12:17.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More reaction to the cameras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bonjour Claude.&lt;br /&gt;Je m'appelle Susan.  Je suis étudiant de Peter et je viens de lire votre extrait au sujet des appareils photo parlants de surveillance en Middlesbrough. Je suis tout à fait d'accord avec l'utilisation d'eux.&lt;br /&gt;Je souhaite que nous en Angleterre n'ont pas laissé tomber les détritus. Les Français qui ont toujours le respect.  Je crois que si on n'a fait rien tort puis on n'a rien de peur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116300593723895836?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116300593723895836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116300593723895836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116300593723895836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116300593723895836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-reaction-to-cameras.html' title='More reaction to the cameras!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116240681400813290</id><published>2006-11-01T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:46:54.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quels sont vos loisirs?</title><content type='html'>C'est une question simple que nous (professeurs) posons souvent à nos étudiants ou futurs étudiants pour ainsi les lancer dans une conversation et tester leur niveau de langue.&lt;br /&gt;Mais aussi à travers cette question nous établissons un premier contact sympathique et entre eux les étudiants apprennent aussi à se connaître et parfois ils se découvrent des passions communes.&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui je vous propose de découvrir à travers ces quelques photos les passions de Marie-Pierre et de Danielle qui ont décidé il y a deux ans d'apprendre l'anglais et doivent maintenant partager leurs temps de loisirs entre exercices d'anglais et activités artistiques.&lt;br /&gt;PS: J'espère que le 'slide show' va bien fonctionner c'est mon premier essai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116240681400813290?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116240681400813290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116240681400813290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116240681400813290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116240681400813290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/quels-sont-vos-loisirs_01.html' title='Quels sont vos loisirs?'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116240661196830815</id><published>2006-11-01T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:43:31.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I created a Slide Show! Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-e3.slide.com&amp;channel=144115188076086499&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="600" height="200" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=144115188076086499&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=0&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/h2/144115188076086499/bl_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=144115188076086499&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=0&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=144115188076086499&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=0&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116240661196830815?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116240661196830815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116240661196830815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116240661196830815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116240661196830815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-created-slide-show-check-it-out_01.html' title='I created a Slide Show! Check it out!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116240383529278848</id><published>2006-11-01T18:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:57:15.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flea markets.</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why we use this name to refer to a market selling a mess of old things, probably because they are infested by fleas! Now in France we prefer to say “brocante” (second-hand market) and flea market is used more for a permanent market, such as the one you can find in the north of Paris near the “porte de Clignancourt”.&lt;br /&gt;These “brocantes” take place at weekends often outside, in villages, towns and are in fashion in France. It is a way to attract people to places where there are usually not many inhabitants. Sometimes it is the great annual event of the village! In our Department (Cher), we have at least about a hundred brocantes a year…&lt;br /&gt;The biggest “brocante” is the one in Lille in the north of France with thousands of dealers and hundreds of thousands of people interested in this market. Maybe English people know this event better than I do because it is just on the other side of the channel and the Pound is overvalued against the Euro!&lt;br /&gt;You used to be able to find a lot of second-hand objects on these markets, called “objets dans leur jus” (objects in their juice) that means without restoration (furniture, tools, crockery, cameras, clothes….) and you could do good business.&lt;br /&gt;Today, it is a bit different because you find dealers selling restored things that look like objects which are usually sold at an antique dealer’s. And you also find what we call “vide-grenier” (empty-attic?). In this case the objects are sold directly by inhabitants who sell everything at a very low price but sometimes I wonder who are interested in these items! Dealers are often children who sell their toys, their books, their bikes…and know how to bargain!&lt;br /&gt;Alas, now we rarely get good bargains because there are less and less interesting things to be sold and so prices are increasing…&lt;br /&gt;The negative side of these “brocantes” is that it is a way for dishonest dealers to sell stolen goods. In France we have many examples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116240383529278848?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116240383529278848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116240383529278848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116240383529278848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116240383529278848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/11/flea-markets.html' title='Flea markets.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-116099892558378140</id><published>2006-10-16T13:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T13:42:33.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some reaction to the ,Cameras in Middlesbrough'.</title><content type='html'>Personne n'aime pas que les camèras de surveillance soi (oneself?) filment. Encore plus pire, si le camèra parle avec soi! C’est très embarrassant! Mais malheureusement, quelques gens de Middlesbrough et les environs se conduisent dans un façon inculte! (Nouveau mot,’ inculte’! Je l’aime.)&lt;br /&gt;Si une personne jette son détritus sur le trottoir, les autres gens devraient dire à lui de le mettre dans une poubelle. Mais les gens ont peur de la violence ou des insultes. Voilà, voilà, un voix de l’air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je crois que c’est une situation triste mais nécessaire. Les bouteilles cassées, le fast food dégoûtant, les mégots, tout ce détritus est dangereux et vilain. Ça manifeste un manque de respect pour les autres et pour soi-même.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue F5 Octobre 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-116099892558378140?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/116099892558378140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=116099892558378140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116099892558378140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/116099892558378140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-reaction-to-cameras-in.html' title='Some reaction to the ,Cameras in Middlesbrough&apos;.'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-115990712358199134</id><published>2006-10-03T22:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:25:23.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Les mois en « bre » changeons nos habitudes et mangeons des moules !</title><content type='html'>Et oui les mois en « bre » c’est bien connu il faut manger des moules car d’après le dicton c’est la meilleure époque pour les déguster. D’autres dictons aujourd’hui nous disent aussi que les huîtres c’est bon toute l’année. Peu importe. Mais au fait que mangeons-nous en France en ce début d’automne ?&lt;br /&gt;Le temps est humide et se rafraîchit nous avons envie de plats cuisinés bien chauds comme les lentilles, le bœuf aux carottes et la soupe de potiron. Si nous avons la chance d’habiter dans une région à champignons nous pourrons nous régaler d’une petite omelette aux cèpes ou aux girolles.&lt;br /&gt;Et bien sûr le plat du mois (et des mois suivants) les moules marinières et leurs frites, c’est obligé on ne mange plus de moules sans frites ! Personnellement je fais rarement des moules « marinières » je préfère les accommoder d’une sauce poulette au bleu. La sauce poulette c’est la crème anglaise des moules ! C’est très simple à préparer il faut 2 jaunes d’œuf et 150g de crème fraîche. Battre les jaunes, y ajouter la crème et quelques cuillérées de jus de cuisson des moules (les ajouter une par une), ensuite il faut faire chauffer tout doucement en continuant de remuer, comme pour la crème anglaise il ne faut pas la faire bouillir, et voilà à table c’est prêt ! Hummmm c’est si bon !&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-115990712358199134?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/115990712358199134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=115990712358199134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/115990712358199134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/115990712358199134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/10/les-mois-en-bre-changeons-nos.html' title='Les mois en « bre » changeons nos habitudes et mangeons des moules !'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-115990543821765426</id><published>2006-10-03T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:57:18.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grape-picking in progress.</title><content type='html'>In our area (the Cher) we have many vineyards: Sancerre, Menetou-Salon, Quincy, Chateaumeillant often very well known by English people. They produce AOC wines (Appellation d’Origine Contrôlée = Official Quality guarantee).&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks, the grape-picking has been going on. Now the technique of picking the grape is not the same as it was before because the majority of wine growers (90%) use grape-picking machines. The result is that in the vineyards you can only see a few people (two or three people working the machine). Before there were “Armies” of people in the vineyards who cut the grapes, put them in baskets and after that in carts to carry the grapes to the cellars.  A machine is able to replace around thirty people!&lt;br /&gt;If the technique has changed, the result too. In the case of a machine, what is harvested are only the grains without the “stems”. The grapes are shaken with the means of two overlapped vibrating “combs” and the grains fall into chutes and are led into a tank located at the rear part of the machine. &lt;br /&gt;When you make the wine (processes differ depending on the type of wine: white, red or rosé) the result is a bit different. The taste is not exactly the same. My opinion is that the wine is better: milder (it is only my opinion because wine growers who vintage in the traditional way say the opposite! Maybe it is for their business). Never mind both are very good!&lt;br /&gt;This year the wine should be a “normal” year in quantity and quality.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Claude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-115990543821765426?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/115990543821765426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=115990543821765426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/115990543821765426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/115990543821765426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/10/grape-picking-in-progress.html' title='Grape-picking in progress.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-115866779164506789</id><published>2006-09-19T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:13:19.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>English saying no. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A STITCH IN TIME SAVES NINE = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Donnez votre explication  à votre prof en anglais et trouvez la phrase française.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pierre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-115866779164506789?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/115866779164506789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=115866779164506789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/115866779164506789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/115866779164506789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/09/english-saying-no-1.html' title='English saying no. 1'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114977500542972962</id><published>2006-06-08T15:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:01:05.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent loses its Garden of England title to North Yorkshire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's official!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have known all of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North yorkshire is the '.Garden of England'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If , like me you have lived nearly all of your life in North Yorkshire, it's obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look at the following article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/country/article/0,,1787332,00.html"&gt;North Yorkshire&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2006/05/31/ugarden.xml"&gt;Daily Telegraph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114977500542972962?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114977500542972962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114977500542972962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114977500542972962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114977500542972962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/06/kent-loses-its-garden-of-england-title.html' title='Kent loses its Garden of England title to North Yorkshire'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114967409594332645</id><published>2006-06-07T11:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:54:55.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>If you pass through Sancerre this summer…</title><content type='html'>For the past six years, a music festival has taken place in Sancerre, where you can come and listen to classical music. The invited artists are very talented and often very-well known in France or abroad. They come from France or other countries and, this year, for example we have invited a Russian, two Americans and a Dutchwoman. Concerts generally take place in the church or sometimes outside if the weather is mild enough. Unfortunately, Sancerre doesn’t have an Auditorium to accommodate this kind of event (not yet….). The price of seats is very cheap, cheaper than the same concerts in France (around ten Euros and free for young people).&lt;br /&gt;Well then, if you like music, come and find out for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude, one of the Festival organisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchestre à cordes de La Garde Républicaine&lt;br /&gt; Direction : Sébastien Billard&lt;br /&gt;Orgue : François-Henri Houbart&lt;br /&gt;Concerti pour orgue de C.P.E Bach - G.F.Haendel&lt;br /&gt;Œuvres de Mozart, Britten, Respighi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samedi 8 juillet à 16h&lt;br /&gt;Eglise Notre Dame de Sancerre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Brass Quintet:  R.Leleu L.Sonrel S.Tuytten N.Moutier F.Marillier&lt;br /&gt; Bach, Caccini, Joplin, Haendel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimanche 30 juillet 2006 à 17h&lt;br /&gt; Eglise Notre Dame de Sancerre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Récital de Piano Sergueï Markarov Artiste de l’Unesco pour la Paix&lt;br /&gt; Haydn, Beethoven Schumann, Listz.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dimanche  6 Août 2006 à 16h30&lt;br /&gt; Eglise Notre Dame de Sancerre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’Ensemble Zéphir:  D.Riegel  L.Presti  L.Boutet  L.Ramon T. deRitis R.Ward F.Bou&lt;br /&gt;Fauré, de Ritis, Schubert, Brahms, de Falla, Rossini.…                                 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dimanche 13 août 2006 à 17 H&lt;br /&gt; Eglise Notre Dame de Sancerre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114967409594332645?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114967409594332645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114967409594332645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114967409594332645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114967409594332645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-pass-through-sancerre-this.html' title='If you pass through Sancerre this summer…'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114893680845180793</id><published>2006-05-29T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:06:48.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Féminin ou masculin ?</title><content type='html'>Mais pourquoi la langue française est-elle si compliquée ?&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi « j’ai le moral quand le soleil brille » et pourquoi « la morale de l’histoire c’est que les hommes ne font pas la pluie et le beau temps », ou encore « tu ne vas pas me faire encore la morale, j'ai 30 ans je suis majeure! »?&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi dit-on « un bassin » et « une bassine » ? Au fond du jardin il y a un bassin, dans le bassin il y a des poissons, mais autrefois nous faisions notre toilette dans une bassine et heureusement il n’y avait pas de poissons car c’est bien connu une bassine c’est trop petit!&lt;br /&gt;Dans le même genre c'est-à-dire les mots qui changent de genre afin de différencier les objets d’une même famille en fonction de leur taille, nous pouvons citer les exemples suivants donc du plus grand au plus petit :&lt;br /&gt;un char, un chariot mais une charrette&lt;br /&gt;un sac et une sacoche&lt;br /&gt;un camion et une camionnette&lt;br /&gt;un savon et une savonnette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais comme toutes les règles de la langue française n’existent que pour être transgressées il y a bien sûr des contre-exemples :&lt;br /&gt;une fourche, une fourchette : les deux sont féminins et pourtant essayez de manger avec une fourche !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant si vous êtes curieux de savoir si Paris est féminin ou masculin, je vous recommande d’aller sur le site de TV5 et d’aller à la page web suivante :&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tv5.org/TV5Site/lf/merci_professeur.php?id=2650&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114893680845180793?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114893680845180793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114893680845180793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114893680845180793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114893680845180793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/fminin-ou-masculin.html' title='Féminin ou masculin ?'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114893409184684731</id><published>2006-05-29T21:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:21:31.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Le printemps de Bourges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suivez le lien et vous pourrez écouter ce dialogue. &lt;a href="http://sylvia1406.podomatic.com/"&gt;http://sylvia1406.podOmatic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bonjour aujourd’hui nous allons vous parler du Printemps de Bourges.&lt;br /&gt;Un festival de musique qui n’est pas toujours sous le signe du printemps et selon les caprices du ciel il y fait beau, il pleut ou il neige ! Toutes les conditions météo ont été testées en 30 ans.&lt;br /&gt;o       Que peut-on entendre durant ce festival ?&lt;br /&gt;Ces dernières années il s’adresse plutôt aux jeunes et on peut entendre du hard rock, du RNB, Soul, reggae, rock’n’roll, techno pop, et de la variété française. L’image de ce festival contraste totalement avec l’image de la ville bourgeoise habituelle.&lt;br /&gt;o       Pourquoi est-ce un évènement ?&lt;br /&gt;Premièrement parce que depuis 2 ans Canal+ réalise une émission journalière en direct de Bourges. Deuxièmement cela attire à peu près 50 000 spectateurs dans les salles sur les 5 jours de spectacle. La majorité vient de la région et de toute la France. Troisièmement cela représente dans les rues à peu près 200 000 personnes !&lt;br /&gt;Pour une ville de 70 000 habitants c’est une opération de promotion très importante, enfin on parle de Bourges dans les média nationaux ! Et on en a grand besoin pour se sortir de l’image vieillotte de la ville. Certains l’appelaient et l’appellent encore « La Belle au bois dormant ».&lt;br /&gt;o       Et les artistes qu’espèrent-ils en venant ici ?&lt;br /&gt;Beaucoup en attendent une consécration, d’autres un tremplin pour atteindre une renommée nationale. L’origine du Printemps de Bourges comme son nom le suggère est une scène où l’on découvre de jeunes talents. Des artistes étrangers aussi viennent à Bourges et notamment des groupes britanniques.&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant si vous n’avez pas peur de prendre des décibels plein les oreilles et si vous aimez les surprises, venez au prochain Printemps !&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia et Claude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114893409184684731?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114893409184684731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114893409184684731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114893409184684731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114893409184684731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/le-printemps-de-bourges.html' title='Le printemps de Bourges'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114787971474512044</id><published>2006-05-17T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:28:34.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>French Class 5</title><content type='html'>Marian Dixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chére Marie,&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais que tu peux me rendre visite au mois de Septembre.  C’est le commencement d’automne qui d’habitude est une saison très agréable quand les journées sont longues avec beaucoup de chaleur, mais il ne fait pas trop chaud.  En Septembre passée il ne pleuvait guére, les vents étaient faibles et les journées ensoleillées.  J’espère que cette année Septembre soit pareil – un mois splendide pour visiter des chateaux de Nothumberland et Yorkshire sans trop de monde, et pour faire des randonnées sur les landes et la longue de la côte. Mais attention! On ne pourra pas nager dans la Mer du Nord qui est toujours froide même en hivers.  Aussi la temperature baisserait  peut-être le soir, et il te faudra apporter un pull et un anorak. Tu auras besoin de chaussures de marche aussi.  Donnes-moi un coup de telephone pour m’aviser des dates possible – je compte sur toi pour venir chez moi.&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Santé st Bises,     Marian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114787971474512044?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114787971474512044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114787971474512044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114787971474512044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114787971474512044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/french-class-5.html' title='French Class 5'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114787946773568951</id><published>2006-05-17T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:24:27.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou Nous Habitons</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;~ Une Histoire Courte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;La ville de Middlesbrough, ou nous allons pour nos leçons de Francais, est aujourdhui au centre d’une grande agglomération, qui s’appelle Teesside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Middlesbrough est situé sur la rive Sud du fleuve Tees.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;A l’Est, la ville de Redcar est à l’embouchure du Tees, et à l’ouest, plus à l’intérieur, il y a Stockton.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;À travers le fleuve, il y a Billingham avec Hartlepool à la côte.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Chacune de ces villes a sa propre histoire et sa propre identité.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Separé de cet groupe de villes a une distance de 13km est Darlington.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Au commencement du dix-neuvieme siècle il y avait des grandes et très riches bassins houillers autours de Darlington.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;En fait, ils étaient les plus grands d’Angleterre à ce temps.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;En 1810, Stockton a été aménagé comme port maritime, et la plupart du charbon était envoyé par bateau le longue du côte de la mer du Nord à Londres.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Toutefois, les quantités de charbon qu’ils ont du transporter augmentaient, et ils en avaient besoin d’un chemin de fer de Darlington à Stockton.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ils pensaient avoir des wagons tirés par des cheveux.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;L’ingénieur bien connu, George Stevenson, avait travaillé à des machines à vapeur dans les houillères.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Il a entendu de cet projet et il croyait qu’il doit etre possible de construire un machine à vapeur monté sur des roues.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ainsi, il dit aux propriétaires des bassins houillers, qu’un machine à vapeur pouvait tirer cinquant fois plus qu’un cheval.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Alors, le chemin de fer fameux, Darlington à Stockton, a été construit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;C’était le premier chemin de fer du monde entier qui utilisait des locomotives à vapeur pour transporter du fret et des voyageurs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;En 1825, le premier locomotive est allé de Darlington à Stockton et en avance il y a eu un homme montant sur un cheval et portant un drapeau.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Le message sur le drapeau a dit en Latin qu’il peut être dangereuse mais c’est pour le bien du public.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;C’est probable que personne n’a pu comprendre le Latin !&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Plus tard, après le cavalier était parti, Stevenson est monté à 24km par heure en tirent des wagons portant 450 voyageurs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;En 1830, on a decidé que c’est necessaire d’avoir un nouveau port plus près de l’embouchure du fleuve.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Le chemin de fer a été étendu à un nouveau port et Middlesbrough a été né.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Stockton n’est plus un port maritime et le chemin de fer est seulment une ligne secondaire de la grande ligne de Londres à Edimbourg qui va en passant par Darlington.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Aujourd’hui, il y a le barrage de Tees entre Middlebrough et Stockton, et Stockton est devenu une marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;A côté de cet barrage il y a un cours d’eau vive ou on peut faire du canoë-kayak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;En plus, deux ponts à Middlesbrough empêchent maintenant des bateaux grands d’aller plus loin en amont à Stockton.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Un pont est pour l’autoroute et l’autre est le vieux pont à l’ascenseur qui est en bas en permanence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Middlesbrough a un autre pont en aval, et c’est possible que maintenant c’est le seul pont de son type dans le monde.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Il y avait trois ponts de ce type une fois en Angleterre.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;En Anglais, nous l’appellons ‘a transporter bridge’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Il consiste d’une construction en acier assez haut pour permettre tous bateaux à passer en dessous.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Une plate-forme pour porter les voitures est suspendu de cette construction et peut voyager d’un côté du fleuve à l’autre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aujourd’hui, Middlesbrough a presque le même population que Stockton, et la population de Teesside entier est envers d’un demi-million.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Il y a des grandes usines pour la production d’acier et des produits chimiques et pétrochimiques.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Le complexe chimique à Wilton peut est le plus grand en Europe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Cependant, il y a de beaux paysages par ici.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Nous avons les landes du Parc National de Yorkshire au sud, et à l’ouest il y a ‘La Campagne des Vallées’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Et aussi, les natifs sont amicaux !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Colin McGregor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114787946773568951?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114787946773568951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114787946773568951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114787946773568951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114787946773568951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/ou-nous-habitons.html' title='Ou Nous Habitons'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114787651949415290</id><published>2006-05-17T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:35:19.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LE PETIT PRINCE</title><content type='html'>par Sue Carling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’est un livre charmant pour les enfants, peut-être, mais il contient les leçons pour les grandes personnes.  L’auteur commence son histoire avec un souvenir de son enfance.  A mon avis, il insinue ici que nous devons lire son histoire avec les yeux lucides d’enfant, car ‘les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules’.  Il crée deux dessins, mais les grandes personnes ne peuvent pas voir la verité du sujet. Egalement, les grandes personnes qui recontrent le petit prince ne voient pas la chose la plus importante de la vie, dont le prince cherche. Ces hommes représentent le monde des adultes.  Ils pensent seulement  de l’argent, de l’autorité, les faits et les chiffres.  Ils n’aident pas le petit prince de comprendre la rose, son amour. ‘Mais, bien sûr, nous qui comprenons la vie, nous nous moquons bien les numéros!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le petit price apprend le secret de la vie – ‘il faut chercher avec le cœur …l’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux’ d’un renard dans le desert.  Le renard lui dit ‘Les hommes ont oublié cette verité’.  Heureusement, l’homme dernier l’auteur, il écoute les mots du prince et du renard. D’abord, il ne les comprend pas…’Mais moi, malheureusement, je ne sais pas voir les mouton à travers les caises Je suis peut-être un peu commes les grandes personnes. Je dû vieillir’.  Mais quand le petit prince est revenu à son étoile, l’auteur se rend compte l’essentiel.  S’il est triste, il sait que ‘On risqué de pleurer si l’on s’est laissé apprivoiser….’&lt;br /&gt;J’aime cette livre - il tient des pensées intéressantes, mais je crois qu’il importante qu’on le lit en anglais ou en français dans un session – on peut le mieux comprendre le moral de cette fable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114787651949415290?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114787651949415290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114787651949415290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114787651949415290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114787651949415290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/le-petit-prince.html' title='LE PETIT PRINCE'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114768268618483698</id><published>2006-05-15T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:44:46.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Blair in our local paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/Pun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/320/Pun.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article was published in our local newspaper. Claude wrote a little comment making a pun, how would you translate this pun?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you have lots of pun words and expressions that appear in your press to comment on your Prime Minister. Please tell us.&lt;br /&gt;In this article they mention a «cruise», if you remember one of our post in March in a French article they also mentioned a cruise talking about Chirac and the Clemenceau. Very strange, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114768268618483698?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114768268618483698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114768268618483698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114768268618483698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114768268618483698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/tony-blair-in-our-local-paper.html' title='Tony Blair in our local paper.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114768077584430047</id><published>2006-05-15T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:12:55.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Dogs and mad people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the same time as the Spring of Bourges, this year a show of techno-music took place (Teknival in French newspapers) near a small village thirty kilometres from Bourges. The principle is a grouping of young European people in a place which is defined at the last minute by the organisers. Before, it could be in an old quarry, on a waste ground…far from dwellings and we could see excesses of all kinds. For a few years, the French government has imposed a place after discussion with organisers so as to make the place secure. This year, the agreement was Chavanne near Bourges. The prefect of the Cher has requisitioned three hundred hectares of cultivated field (to the great displeasure of farmers) and… a lot of policemen!&lt;br /&gt;The point is not the so-call music but as always: drug. Before the show, an impressive quantity of drugs was found by the police forces. But everybody knows that many people come to these places to take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;The problem for the dealers is: how to bring drugs up in the place?&lt;br /&gt;Mad people have found the technique. They force their dogs to swallow drug put inside plastic bags. So, they can enter the enclosure safely. So as to retrieve their drug they kill their dogs and disembowel them!!! After that, they bury their bodies!&lt;br /&gt;One said in Bourges that for the Tecknival many bodies have been found (between fifteen and forty!! according to TVs, newspapers or  so-call witnesses: but where is the true). The prefect has denied it….&lt;br /&gt;It is a shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result of the operation: eighty thousand people attend the teknival and one dead person from overdose… and the French Government has paid one hundred thousand Euros (at least!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114768077584430047?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114768077584430047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114768077584430047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114768077584430047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114768077584430047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/poor-dogs-and-mad-people.html' title='Poor Dogs and mad people.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114751753512746477</id><published>2006-05-13T12:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:52:15.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spring of Bourges (Le Printemps de Bourges)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/printempsbourges2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/320/printempsbourges2006.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each year for thirty years, a festival is organised in Bourges. It is a music festival. The theme is Rock and Roll and all the derivatives: hard rock, reggae…and so on. In reality, there are three festivals: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the one taking place in auditoriums and under a huge marquee with admission charges. In the marquee, not everybody can sit and many people are standing… for the same price! The artists are well known by young people and arouse their enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;-  the second is defined as open stages. These open stages take place outside in different places. They are free shows. The artists are often amateurs and come to Bourges to try to be spotted by production director.&lt;br /&gt;-  the third can be named the Pub Festival, because the artists play inside pubs and the spectators have to drink which is sometimes impossible in these jam-packed pubs. This year there are twenty-five places like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a common point between the different parts of the festival: the number of decibels, which is poured into your ears! Sometimes it is unbearable and I think it is a plant to make deaf people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an artistic point of view, you can find everything. It could be very good or it could be horrible and be defined only as… noise. I remember a few years ago, I was with Swedish people and we passed by an open stage and there was a violinist playing something and one of Swedish people asked me: who is killing the cat!&lt;br /&gt;During the festival, the streets in the old town are crowded with people strolling and drinking at the same time! They go from open stages to pubs, buying food, sweets even clothes at itinerant dealers. It looks more like as a trade show than a festival!&lt;br /&gt;Young people often sleep (but the nights are short!) in tents wherever there is a little bit of grass or in their cars or where they can (entrance hall of buildings, outside in a sleeping bag…). Waking is often difficult…and the festival-goers are recognizable by their look.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, the secondary effects are visible because a lot of rubbish litter the streets like on a battlefield and the town hall employees are on the go so as to try to clean the town up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five days of festival, the town has found its calm and its tidiness again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114751753512746477?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114751753512746477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114751753512746477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114751753512746477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114751753512746477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/spring-of-bourges-le-printemps-de.html' title='The Spring of Bourges (Le Printemps de Bourges)'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114746127444628628</id><published>2006-05-12T21:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:14:34.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Café Pierre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepierre.co.uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Café Pierre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and follow the links through, /french /students' work;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To look at some work from this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, watch this space as we expect the results from the Gruntvig bid to be released in the next few weeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the Gruntvig bid? I hear you say!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well it will mean that this Blog will be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt; more active and that we will be sharing ideas with colleagues in Spain, France, England and the Netherlands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pierre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114746127444628628?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114746127444628628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114746127444628628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114746127444628628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114746127444628628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/caf-pierre.html' title='Café Pierre'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114741970399565468</id><published>2006-05-12T09:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:41:43.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Une lettre et le temps en Angleterre</title><content type='html'>Hartburn, le 9 mai 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chère Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais t'inviter chez moi pour passer une semaine de vacances, mais j'hésite à le faire à cause de l'incertitude du temps ici dans le nord-est de l'Angleterre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le paysage est très joli au printemps et quelquefois le temps fait assez beau. Les températures peuvent être très agréables sous un ciel dégagé. De l'autre côté, il y aura la possibilité, même la probabilité, que tous les jours soient pluvieux, qu'il fasse très froid en raison du vent fort venant du nord, et ce n'est pas rare d'avoir de la neige au printemps ici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quant à l'été, le temps est souvent aussi incertain qu'au printemps. Quelquefois il y a des journées ensoleillées et il fait chaud, mais on ne sait pas en avance lesquelles. Un jour c'est peut-être la canicule, le jour suivant les températures baissent et on frissonne! Si on aura quelques jours ensoleillés de suite, on aura bientôt des orages avec de l'éclairage, du tonnerre et de très fortes averses. Plus souvent le ciel est nuageux, les températures sont fraîches et il pleut. Toi, tu habites dans le Midi. Pourquoi aurais-tu envie de laisser le soleil éclatant et le ciel bleu garanti pour une semaine dans le nord-est de l'Angleterre où le temps peut être inclément, à moins que tu veuilles échapper de la canicule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En automne ici il ya trop de vent et trop de pluie, et en hiver il fait trop froid. On peut avoir de la neige, du verglas et de temps en temps du brouillard givrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas ce qui soit la meilleure période pour ta visite chez moi. Mais je viens de trouver la solution parfaite. Au lieu de cela, moi, je te rendrai visite dans le Midi en été. Après tout, j'adore la chaleur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meilleures amitiés et à bientôt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;br /&gt;French 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114741970399565468?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114741970399565468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114741970399565468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114741970399565468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114741970399565468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/05/une-lettre-et-le-temps-en-angleterre.html' title='Une lettre et le temps en Angleterre'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114467665492061486</id><published>2006-04-10T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:49:42.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"The day the Archbishop came to St Mary's Church in Nunthorpe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/minster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/320/minster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow this link for a story about the &lt;a href="http://weblogs.aclearn.net/index.php/Caf__Pierre"&gt;bishop of York &lt;/a&gt;, written by Margaret French 4, [In English]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114467665492061486?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114467665492061486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114467665492061486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114467665492061486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114467665492061486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-archbishop-came-to-st-marys-church.html' title='&quot;The day the Archbishop came to St Mary&apos;s Church in Nunthorpe&quot;'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114409097800764059</id><published>2006-04-03T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:02:58.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Football In Roma!</title><content type='html'>Answer to the article concerning the match of football in Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events which took place in Roma remind me of the Roman Empire and its circus games in the arenas. The difference is that the show today is outside the arena with the same ‘tools’ to fight people! The legion is also there but only to watch people kill each other. In 2000 years, our civilization has not gone forward and the behaviours remain the same. How can we settle the problem? Maybe in abolishing sports! Was it not for the same reason that the circus games disappeared after the Roman Empire?&lt;br /&gt;Bravo for your team and good luck for the continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114409097800764059?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114409097800764059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114409097800764059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114409097800764059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114409097800764059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/04/football-in-roma.html' title='Football In Roma!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114362200814541219</id><published>2006-03-29T10:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:46:48.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our club!</title><content type='html'>French television has reported a demonstration which took place in the UK showing Britons displeased about the reform of the pension plan. It was a big demonstration and at first I thought that it was in France. Not at all!: signs and banners were in…English! English people are late because we French began ten years ago on this same topic… These sorts of images are part of daily life on our TV. We could form a club and organise mutual demonstrations: that is the new way of Europe, isn’t it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114362200814541219?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114362200814541219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114362200814541219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114362200814541219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114362200814541219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-to-our-club.html' title='Welcome to our club!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114356259408529480</id><published>2006-03-28T18:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:16:34.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boro v Roma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/1216578854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/320/1216578854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes très fiers de notre équipe de football, Middlesbrough FC, qui a gagné le quart de finale de la coupe UEFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercredi, le 15 mars, nous sommes allés a Rome pour jouer contre Roma FC. Trois milles cinq cents supporters ont suivi l’équipe. Ils se sont bien amusés parmi les attractions touristiques de Rome par beau temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malheureusement la police romane a gâté l’occasion par traitant les supporters comme des animaux. On nous a rassemblé en troupeau sur les cars, entassés commes des sardines. On a fouillé nos affaires et confisqué nos effets personnels. Après le fin du match, nous avons été retenus jusqu’à une heure et demie du matin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaucoup plus gravement, une bande de supporters de Roma, appellée Les Ultras, a attaqué les supporters de Boro avec des couteaux, des haches et des massues, amenant aux blessures serieuses. On dit que la police savait tout au sujet de cette violence organisée, et qu’on n’a fait rien à l arrêter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biens des gens ont écrit des letters de plainte aux journaux, aux politiciens et à la police, demandant que UEFA examine la situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carole Narey&lt;br /&gt;March 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114356259408529480?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114356259408529480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114356259408529480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114356259408529480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114356259408529480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/boro-v-roma.html' title='Boro v Roma'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114348947407720505</id><published>2006-03-27T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:30:45.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SCOOP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Café Pierre secures series of interviews with the president himself!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/"&gt;Episode 1 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow the link above to listen to Peter interviewing President Bush.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114348947407720505?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114348947407720505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114348947407720505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114348947407720505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114348947407720505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/scoop.html' title='SCOOP!!!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114339319113716456</id><published>2006-03-26T18:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:13:53.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A link with Edith Piaf</title><content type='html'>Not long ago we had the pleasure of listening to the music of Edith Piaf, performed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flossie-malavialle.co.uk/"&gt;Flossie Malavialle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The evening was to raise money for our town twinning association &lt;a href="http://great-ayton-twinning.co.uk/"&gt;GATA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, I received a call from an old friend and a member of the association, who told me the following story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edith Piaf's great love of her life was a French boxer called, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcel_Cerdan"&gt;Marcel Cerdan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.marcelcerdan.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcelcerdan.com/"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/320/banniere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;His nickname was, 'le Bombardier Marocain'. 'The Cassablancan Clouter'.&lt;p&gt;He had 123 fights with 61 knockouts and lost only4. On the first of September 1939, he came up against a tough English boxer called Harry Craster and was disqualified in the fifth round in the Albert Hall in London. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry Craster was a Middlesbrough boxer and my friend told me that he used to spar with him in the latter stages of Harry's career. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes France doesn't seem so far away!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pierre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114339319113716456?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114339319113716456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114339319113716456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114339319113716456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114339319113716456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/link-with-edith-piaf.html' title='A link with Edith Piaf'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114323569751012217</id><published>2006-03-24T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:28:17.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasphemy</title><content type='html'>It is a story which took place two weeks ago in a town named Saint Amand sur Cher at the time of the wine trade fair (foire aux vins) where people can sample and buy wines from France and particularly from our region. For this event, the organizers had asked a painter to paint a fresco to put in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;The painter painted the following fresco (which measures several metres):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/320/blasphemy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (Photograph scanned from a newspaper (not very good definition - in colour, it would be better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters have a rather red coloured complexion, including the priest and the altar boy! The woman who is kneeling down is rather provocative with a very low-cut dress in front of a chalice. The priest is blessing the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what had happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parish priest of Saint Amand vigorously protested against the organizers because to him it is blasphemy to represent a woman in front of a chalice with characters who seem to be inebriated! A heated argument ensued between the organizers, the clergy, the local politicians, the newspapers, the believers, the atheists…&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the organisers asked the painter to modify his fresco… but he refused …So as to solve the problem, for the sake of peace, the organizers have hidden the right part of the fresco with paper. Only the four characters on the left remain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of recent fact…Is it an arrangement or a censorship? Everybody can think what he or she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114323569751012217?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114323569751012217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114323569751012217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114323569751012217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114323569751012217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/blasphemy.html' title='Blasphemy'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114321460484865453</id><published>2006-03-24T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:36:44.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Articles wanted!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bonjour/  on a besoin de vos recettes et votre poesie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello we need you recipes and your poetry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send any articles to Pierre at;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:midetraining@hotmail.com"&gt;midetraining@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi , si vous avez des idées concernant votre Blog, dites nous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you have any ideas regarding your Blog, tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114321460484865453?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114321460484865453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114321460484865453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114321460484865453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114321460484865453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/articles-wanted.html' title='Articles wanted!!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114293317046279246</id><published>2006-03-21T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:26:10.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Learners' Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/cous%20cous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/320/cous%20cous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the link below to access your very own Blog. Have a look at Gordon's mouthwatering recipe for Cous Cous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblogs.aclearn.net/index.php/Caf__Pierre"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEARNERS BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Sylvia will be in touch with information about accessing your Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114293317046279246?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114293317046279246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114293317046279246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114293317046279246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114293317046279246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/learners-blog.html' title='Learners&apos; Blog'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114244705058978313</id><published>2006-03-15T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:54:44.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment or environment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/P1000562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/200/P1000562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The ghost ships of Hartlepool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Polluted Teesside is the last place in Britain a new UK ship-breaking industry should be created”, say green campaigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green groups objected to Able UK's multi-million pound contract to do the work saying America had a moral obligation to deal with its own waste and claiming the project posed an eco-risk to Teesside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in November 2003 that the first ghost ship arrived from the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument goes on, ‘Environment or Employment? In the meantime, the ships rot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bo.dc.podomatic.com/podcast/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PODCAST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pierre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114244705058978313?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114244705058978313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114244705058978313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114244705058978313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114244705058978313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/employment-or-environment.html' title='Employment or environment?'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114218505376909031</id><published>2006-03-12T18:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:44:41.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'hiver est arrivé !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/winter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/200/winter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Claude, this hike seems like a good idea, especially when the end product is the famous wine of Sancerre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't fancy the walk today, Winter has finally arrived in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look at the scene from my front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114218505376909031?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114218505376909031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114218505376909031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114218505376909031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114218505376909031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/lhiver-est-arriv.html' title='L&apos;hiver est arrivé !'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114218463924002157</id><published>2006-03-12T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:30:39.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bourges Sancerre Hike (55th time).</title><content type='html'>As each year in the middle of February, a hike is organised between Bourges and Sancerre, town well-known for its wine! This hike has two peculiarities: the distance to be covered of around 58 km and the departure given at ….midnight! That is to say that a great part of the hike takes place at night! In February the weather can be rainy, snowy, windy, cold the hike has never been cancelled. There are no constraints, and you can walk, run, stop when you like to eat or drink or … abandon! There are logistic places organised where you can find hot drink (hot wine if you like it…but be careful after that!), a bite to eat and… Red Cross people who treat mainly… blistered feet!&lt;br /&gt;This year, there were around 1500 people taking part in the hike who live sometimes far from Bourges (a few foreigners too). People walk in tracks sometimes through vineyards but the landscape cannot be admired before seven A.M! The weather was rainy and the tracks muddy which is not very pleasant. But people come only as a challenge for themselves. The only aim is… to arrive. The first arrive around 5 A.M and the last around 5 P.M or more! You can find tfifteen-year-old teenagers or elders of eighty years old! It is a melting-pot as we say in… French. Some people have already done this hike thirty times!!  They must  be very fond of it!&lt;br /&gt;People arrived soaked in Sancerre. They looked like ‘soaked dogs’ (French expression).&lt;br /&gt;And you have to pay to take part! We are a little mad in Berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114218463924002157?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114218463924002157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114218463924002157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114218463924002157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114218463924002157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/bourges-sancerre-hike-55th-time.html' title='Bourges Sancerre Hike (55th time).'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114198079010244461</id><published>2006-03-10T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:55:13.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobsmacked!</title><content type='html'>Gobsmacked! Definition= slang/ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;astonished and astounded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Merci mille fois pour vos articles et podcasts, ils sont plus que superb, mega superb!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the brilliant poetry and we love the podcasting, Sylvia and I will show you all how to make your own soon, also we will have a new 'Blog' where everybody can participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Watch this apace for some articles from your English cousins,[ sorry Colin and Scottish].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pierre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114198079010244461?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114198079010244461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114198079010244461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114198079010244461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114198079010244461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/gobsmacked.html' title='Gobsmacked!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114185539502859174</id><published>2006-03-08T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:03:15.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Journée de la femme: podcastons mesdames!</title><content type='html'>Aujourd'hui c'est la journée de la femme, merci messieurs.&lt;br /&gt;Vous nous reprochez souvent d'être bavardes et d'alourdir les notes de téléphone et bien maintenant nous podcastons...&lt;br /&gt;Si vous voulez savoir comment nous podcastons et de quoi nous podcastons je vous invite à suivre le lien et à déchiffrer le message qui suit. &lt;a href="http://sylvia1406.podomatic.com/"&gt;http://sylvia1406.podomatic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour, c’est sur un air de tango interprété par un trio de bassoniste, le bassoniste est le joueur de basson, nom français de l’instrument allemand appelé faggot que vous connaissez certainement, donc c’est sur cette musique que je vous invite à jouer avec les mots et les expressions familières de la langue française.…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginons donc quelques expressions bien françaises qui se rapportent au fait de dire, de parler, de raconter ; et imaginons que nous utilisions le verbe « podcaster » qui d’ailleurs n’a pas encore fait son entrée à l’Académie Française qui comme chacun sait depuis 1635 veille sur la langue française et sur son évolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oublions l’Académie et amusons-nous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par exemple, si je dis :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allez Pierre t’as bien l’temps de podcaster une bavette avec les copains !&lt;br /&gt;- J’vais t’en podcaster une bien bonne !&lt;br /&gt;- La pauvre Ginette n’a plus sa tête elle podcaste, elle podcaste.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu sais ton fils, et bien il m’en a encore podcasté des vertes et des pas mûres, s’il croit que je vais podcaster ça !&lt;br /&gt;- Mais que me podcastez-vous là ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà fin de la démonstration, maintenant à vous de me dire quels verbes de la langue française ont été substitués par ce terme d’origine anglo-saxonne (ah ! ces anglais que ne me font-ils pas faire encore !) Les connaissez-vous ? J’attends vos suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la prochaine !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114185539502859174?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114185539502859174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114185539502859174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114185539502859174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114185539502859174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/journe-de-la-femme-podcastons-mesdames.html' title='Journée de la femme: podcastons mesdames!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114185455570844868</id><published>2006-03-08T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:49:15.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La grippe aviaire ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/leMondeALenvers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/320/leMondeALenvers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faut-il en rire ou en pleurer,&lt;br /&gt;Faut-il en manger ou ne pas en manger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tant de questions! Tant d'images aussi! En voici certaines, des dessins humoristiques car après tout je pense que le rire vaut mieux que des lamentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/320/eleveurs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;En argot français le mot "poule" désigne une jeune femme, une petite amie et même donc une femme de moeurs légère, une prostituée. On peut entendre donc des "viens ma poule!" ou "ça va ma poule?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114185455570844868?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114185455570844868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114185455570844868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114185455570844868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114185455570844868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-grippe-aviaire.html' title='La grippe aviaire ...'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114185361073838124</id><published>2006-03-08T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:33:30.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La semaine des poètes.</title><content type='html'>Si vous cliquez sur le lien ci-dessous, vous pourrez écouter Françoise qui vous lira deux poèmes dont les textes sont ici sur votre blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sylvia1406.podomatic.com/"&gt;http://sylvia1406.podomatic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je ne suis pas poète …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais à cause de vos chapeaux&lt;br /&gt;J’ai envie de vous dire quelques mots.&lt;br /&gt;Canotier, feutre, melon ou borsalino&lt;br /&gt;Vous évoquez Mitterand ou Hugo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lavis en sépia&lt;br /&gt;D’épure en gravure&lt;br /&gt;Nous avons parlé peinture&lt;br /&gt;Mais jamais de littérature&lt;br /&gt;Préoccupé par vos postaux&lt;br /&gt;Et moi par vos chapeaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Françoise Roblet 28/10/88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un acrostiche à partir du prénom "F-R-A-N-C-O-I-S-E"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRANCOISE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasse le ciel de te voir&lt;br /&gt;Rire et rire encore.&lt;br /&gt;A ton coeur mets l'espoir,&lt;br /&gt;N'oublie pas : l'aurore,&lt;br /&gt;Cà ou là, nous attend.&lt;br /&gt;Oisive ou débordée,&lt;br /&gt;Instable ou sûre de toi, Sache toujours aimer,&lt;br /&gt;Et qu'on t'aime longtemps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bientôt avec d'autres poèmes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114185361073838124?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114185361073838124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114185361073838124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114185361073838124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114185361073838124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-semaine-des-potes.html' title='La semaine des poètes.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114133641653558355</id><published>2006-03-02T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:54:48.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clémenceau?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merci Claude!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/1600/clemenceau%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3704/707/400/clemenceau%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114133641653558355?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114133641653558355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114133641653558355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114133641653558355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114133641653558355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/03/clmenceau.html' title='Clémenceau?'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114106560947279801</id><published>2006-02-27T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:40:09.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon Grand-père m’a dit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;« Le monde te montera le visage de ses enfants,&lt;br /&gt;le monde des adultes sera le profondeur de la tristesse,&lt;br /&gt;le monde oublie et vieillit sans sagesse,&lt;br /&gt;Mon Grand-père m’a dit,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nature perdra son souffle et sa beauté,&lt;br /&gt;La nature perdra ses animaux et ses oiseaux,&lt;br /&gt;Mon cœur sera une source d’eau aux larmes du chagrin,&lt;br /&gt;Grand-père m’a dit,….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le silence de la nature n’existera plus,&lt;br /&gt;La sirène de mon village n’apparaîtra plus,&lt;br /&gt;Les sinceres ne seront plus ecoutes,&lt;br /&gt;Grand-pere m’a dit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon cœur sera blessé,&lt;br /&gt;Mon génie sera ignoré,&lt;br /&gt;Ma bonté sera écrasée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand-père m’a dit,…. »&lt;br /&gt; Tresor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114106560947279801?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114106560947279801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114106560947279801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114106560947279801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114106560947279801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/02/mon-grand-pre-ma-dit.html' title='Mon Grand-père m’a dit'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114055517404881361</id><published>2006-02-21T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:52:54.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour. Si vous souhaitez écouter ce texte cliquez sur le lien:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sylvia1406.podomatic.com"&gt;http://sylvia1406.podomatic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114055517404881361?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114055517404881361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114055517404881361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114055517404881361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114055517404881361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/02/bonjour.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114055306752688319</id><published>2006-02-21T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:33:06.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clémenceau</title><content type='html'>Bonjour Cafe Pierre ! Bonjour Sylvia. Bonjour Claude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous nous connaissez par les articles écrits du blog, aujourd’hui vous allez entendre notre voix sur ce premier Podcast en direct de Bourges.&lt;br /&gt;Nous allons vous parler d’un sujet d’actualité qui fait de nous la risée du monde entier …. Le Clémenceau.&lt;br /&gt;Vous avez certainement entendu parler de l’horrible bête ! Qui hante les mers et océans du globe ! Il aurait pu faire le bonheur de milliers de travailleurs indiens si une réglementation européenne et internationale n’en avait pas décidé autrement et si Greenpeace et les « Verts » ne s’en étaient pas mêlés.&lt;br /&gt;Quel est donc le problème ? L’AMIANTE. … que l’on retrouve sur beaucoup de toits de maisons de particuliers en France, dans de nombreux bâtiments publics, usines etc. mais on vous dira « ce n’est pas un problème ! » Les effets de l’amiante sont connus depuis les années 50 et l’on se réveille 50 ans après… Nos politiciens nous ont-ils caché quelque chose ? Sommes-nous en danger, Claude ?&lt;br /&gt;Dans certains cas OUI. Pour en revenir à notre bateau oui c’est dangereux car en le « désamiantant » on crée de la poussière d’amiante qui elle est cancérigène.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voyons plus précisément la croisière du Clémenceau, et ce n’est peut-être pas la « Dère des dères » !&lt;br /&gt;Première étape sous le soleil d’Espagne car après tout il est plus agréable de se déshabiller au soleil même pour un porte-avion habillé d’amiante, mais les espagnols qui tiennent à leurs plages avaient en fait sous-traité le déshabillage aux Turcs...&lt;br /&gt;Mais il n’a pas vu les côtes espagnoles ni les côtes Turcs à cause des « Verts » et de l’Europe. Retour en France : Toulon pour un léger déshabillage.&lt;br /&gt;Puis départ pour la grande aventure en Inde avec passage difficile et coûteux par le canal de Suez ! Après action de Greenpeace et des « Verts » et juste avant le voyage de notre Président Chirac en Inde la décision de retour a été prise pour accoster près des côtes anglaises à Brest ! Qui ne veut pas du bébé pour des raisons écologiques.&lt;br /&gt;Quel sera le prochain épisode ? Peut-être pourrait-on le vendre à une société anglaise qui a déjà acquis 4 navires de guerre américains hors d’usage ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous aussi à Bourges nous avons un problème Clémenceau qu’il nous faudrait traiter avant 50 ans…&lt;br /&gt;Ce n’est pas un navire en perdition mais un lieu de perdition, une boîte de nuit, une discothèque plus ou moins bien fréquentée.&lt;br /&gt;Le bâtiment étant une ancienne imprimerie il y renferme très certainement dans ses plafonds de l’AMIANTE ! et ceci sans parler des fumées de tabacs et autres produits NATURELS …&lt;br /&gt;Notre Clémenceau ne partira pas en croisière pour se purifier. Nous serons obligés de le traiter nous-mêmes par nos propres moyens.&lt;br /&gt;Nous avons parlé du Clémenceau et non de Clémenceau, homme politique français surnommé le Tigre qui négocia le Traité de Versailles et déclara en 1918 à propos de la Première Guerre Mondiale « C’est la Dère des Dères ! » Visionnaire monsieur Clémenceau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dère : contraction de dernière ce devait être la dernière guerre mondiale !!&lt;br /&gt;Désamiantage : nouveau mot de la langue française signifiant « enlever l’amiante ».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci à tous, ce n’est pas la dère des dères !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114055306752688319?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114055306752688319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114055306752688319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114055306752688319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114055306752688319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/02/clmenceau.html' title='Clémenceau'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114042993069755596</id><published>2006-02-20T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:05:30.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Claude's article</title><content type='html'>How many times have we seen this abroad?&lt;br /&gt;If the 'natives' don't speak English, what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shout! Well, I'm saying we, but I am embarressed to say that there are a hell of a lot of Brits who do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Spain this year, as I have been trying to learn a little Spanish. But I am afraid that when I get there it will be the usual;&lt;br /&gt;Noisy bars full of drunken Brits, expecting everybody to understand their language, with very little respect for anybody or anything! And the worst thing for me is the ignorance when expecting 'English food', well roughly described as English, Burgers, chips and fried rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what they are missing , they should join our language classes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114042993069755596?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114042993069755596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114042993069755596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114042993069755596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114042993069755596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/02/response-to-claudes-article.html' title='Response to Claude&apos;s article'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114042937591487804</id><published>2006-02-20T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:56:15.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Courchevelshire"</title><content type='html'>“Courchevelshire”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a week in a skiing resort (Courchevel) in the Alps which consists of four levels of villages (altitude: 1300 m, 1550m, 1650m, 1850m). The landscape is marvellous but the price of everything is in relation to the altitude!&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Courchevel 1650 in a flat in a big chalet. On the shelves, I found a lot of books in… English. It was normal the owner is an Englishman. The equipment often comes from England too!&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to a crowded shop to rent some skiing equipment: surprise! everybody was speaking English (manager, assistants and customers). I was the only French person! The manager came and spoke to me in… French (whew!).&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to the ski runs. There were groups of people with French instructors: everybody speaking in… English. But where was I? : on the other side of the channel…&lt;br /&gt;No, the signs are also in French!&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the afternoon, I went shopping where people were speaking mainly in English including the shop assistants (or at least trying to) and passed by a few pubs: English people were numerous and the beer was flowing (coulait à flot in French). People were speaking noisily and drinking out of large glasses (one litre maybe). I didn’t see the exit from the pub of these people but their trajectory would have to be a slalom…(normal in the mountains!). I am not against pubs but I drank at home as it is more prudent than walking in the snowed-up streets.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that there is a big problem between French instructors and English instructors managing a group of English people. They don’t have the same level of training (not at all the same diploma) or the same knowledge of the mountains. You can be sure the real problem is a problem of… money!&lt;br /&gt;Courchevel 1850 is another, more cosmopolitan planet: Russian, Japanese, Chinese, French and… English people of course. It is a posh place where you can find great hotels, marvellous chalets, luxury goods shops, art exhibitions. You can attend concerts, ice skating shows and so on.&lt;br /&gt;It is the place where you have to be seen and I saw more “Ladies” wearing mink coats and men in superb 4X4 cars (Porsh, Merc., BMW, Range Rover…) per ‘square metre’! Here it is not beer which is flowing…but money!&lt;br /&gt;At this period of the year, around 70% of the people Courchevel 1650 welcomes are English. Fortunately for the trade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114042937591487804?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114042937591487804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114042937591487804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114042937591487804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114042937591487804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/02/courchevelshire.html' title='&quot;Courchevelshire&quot;'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-114009941632622109</id><published>2006-02-16T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:16:56.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A popular French joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/sardine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/320/sardine2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, English folks, you had the whale in the Thames river in January. We, French, we have a very popular joke : "The sardine obstructing the seaport of Marseille".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Françoise&lt;br /&gt;English 1B&lt;br /&gt;IMEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about this story, because it was a true story that happened in the 18th century follow the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marseillais-du-monde.org/sardine.php3"&gt;http://www.marseillais-du-monde.org/sardine.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-114009941632622109?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/114009941632622109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=114009941632622109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114009941632622109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/114009941632622109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/02/popular-french-joke.html' title='A popular French joke'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113976567387750541</id><published>2006-02-12T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:34:33.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tour de France 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/"&gt;http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click the link above to listen to Gordon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafepierre.wikispaces.com/"&gt;http://cafepierre.wikispaces.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Click on the link above to comment on the podcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tour de France 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my delight to read in the French press that London has been chosen to host the start of the Tour de France in July 2007. The prologue* will be contested on 7 July with the race making its real start the following day. The route of the stage isn’t yet known but the riders will make they way in front of Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square and the Houses of Parliament at Westminster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a keen cyclist and I have followed the Tour since I was a lad. There have in fact been two visits to England, in 1974 (returning by ferry) then in 1994 using the newly constructed channel tunnel. A British cyclist, David Millar – a Scot, will have a good chance to win the prologue and the yellow jersey – I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live the centenary of the Entente cordial between France and the UK. Is it possible for a Frenchman to win the Tour this year? –  Sadly I think NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prologue* is a short stage against the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Bailey&lt;br /&gt;French 5&lt;br /&gt;Middlesbrough&lt;br /&gt; 6 February 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113976567387750541?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113976567387750541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113976567387750541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113976567387750541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113976567387750541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/02/tour-de-france-2007.html' title='The Tour de France 2007'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113889576214675227</id><published>2006-02-02T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:56:02.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey South</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here is another Podcast to try. Helen from our French 5 class will tell you, 'in English' about , Journey South'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, Peter tells you about his possible journey south.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/"&gt;http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our town in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The town of Middlesbrough and its surrounding area has a lot to be proud of but it is not particularly well known throughout Britain.  Therefore, when the opportunity arises to “sing our own praise”, we make sure that we do!&lt;br /&gt;            Two brothers from our town recently entered a national talent show in a bid to become pop stars.  The competition took place over many weeks and they had to endure plenty of criticism as well as praise from the judges.  The whole town seemed to get behind them.  Even if you didn’t watch the show you couldn’t escape their progress because everyone was talking about it!  Children discussed it at school, there were posters in local shops and the radio station was interviewing their parents on a weekly basis! &lt;br /&gt;            Unfortunately, they didn’t win the show.  However, they have still been given a recording contract – so, listen out for the name “Journey South” and remember where they come from!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen French 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113889576214675227?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113889576214675227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113889576214675227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113889576214675227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113889576214675227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/02/journey-south.html' title='Journey South'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113786059351543561</id><published>2006-01-21T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:28:13.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A farmer's Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click this link for the audio version on Café  Pierre's Podcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/"&gt;http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Farmer's Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun had set behind yon hill across the dreary moor,&lt;br /&gt;When weary and lame a boy there came up to a farmer’s door.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me where ever there be one that will me employ-&lt;br /&gt;To plough and sow, to reap and mow, and be a farmers boy,&lt;br /&gt;And be a farmer’s boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father’s dead, my mother is left with five children large and small,&lt;br /&gt;And what is worse for my mother still I’m the biggest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;Tho’ little I am I would labour hard if I could get employ –&lt;br /&gt;To plough and sow, to reap and mow, and be a farmer’s boy,&lt;br /&gt;And be a farmer’s boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that you no boy do want, one favour I’ve to ask&lt;br /&gt;If you’ll shelter me till break of day from this cold winter’s blast,&lt;br /&gt;At the break of day I will haste away elsewhere to seek employ—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To plough and sow, to reap and mow, and be a farmer’s boy,&lt;br /&gt;And be a farmer’s boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer’s wife cried “try the lad, let him no longer seek”,&lt;br /&gt;“Yes father do”, the daughter cried, while the tears roll’d down her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;“For those who would work it’s hard to want and wander for employ,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let him go, but let him stay and be a farmer’s boy,&lt;br /&gt;And be a farmer’s boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer’s boy grew up a man, and the good old couple died,&lt;br /&gt;They left the lad the farm they had, and the daughter for his bride,&lt;br /&gt;Now the lad which was and the farm now has, often thinks and smiles with joy,&lt;br /&gt;And bless the lucky day he came that way,&lt;br /&gt;To be a farmer’s boy,&lt;br /&gt;To be a farmer’s boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A podcast will soon be available with the spoken word for this poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113786059351543561?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113786059351543561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113786059351543561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113786059351543561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113786059351543561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/01/farmers-boy.html' title='A farmer&apos;s Boy'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113784843739848392</id><published>2006-01-21T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:00:37.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast</title><content type='html'>Follow the link to our very first podcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/"&gt;http://cafepierre.podomatic.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it works, watch this space!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113784843739848392?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113784843739848392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113784843739848392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113784843739848392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113784843739848392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/01/podcast.html' title='Podcast'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113768822954340221</id><published>2006-01-19T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:30:29.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A test</title><content type='html'>Follow the link to Peter's website, then French /then interactive/ then try this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepierre.co.uk"&gt;http://www.cafepierre.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci bien Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113768822954340221?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113768822954340221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113655818488102442</id><published>2006-01-06T15:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:36:24.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un peu de la poitique!</title><content type='html'>« Petits fours » race !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of each New Year, the tradition is the Season’s Greetings on behalf of important people in the town. The Major of Bourges, the President of the “Conseil Général” and the Prefect invite certain people in different places and offer their wishes for the coming year. It is a place where one must be seen... Though they wish the best for everybody, their topics are of another matter. They have “something else behind the head” (French translation; ulterior motive in English). They speak politics! What they did best in the previous year, what they will have to do in the next year and so on… They make promises (for our well-being)… Promises are always free in France and only commit the people who are listening! Their real purpose is to flatter people and so to try and attract people to vote for them in the next election…&lt;br /&gt;People attending the show listen to them piously and wait motionless until the end of the speech to hurry to… the buffet so as to drink wine… and eat “petits fours”. It is a real scrum because there is a big crowd present, the space is lacking, the buffet often too small….It is difficult to meet people and conversations are difficult and often trivial in this hubbub.&lt;br /&gt;For the most, at the end people leave happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just my opinion (but I am disrespectful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Claude I disagree, you are just being truthful .&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113655818488102442?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113655818488102442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113655818488102442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113655818488102442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113655818488102442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/01/un-peu-de-la-poitique.html' title='Un peu de la poitique!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113637302335838524</id><published>2006-01-04T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T12:10:23.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused ? You will be!!</title><content type='html'>Excellent exercice of translation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleon une édtue de l'Uvinertisé de Cmabrigde, l'odrre des ltteers &gt;dnas un mot n'a pas d'ipmrotncae, la suele coshe ipmrotnate est que la &gt;pmeirère et la  drenèire soeint à la bnnoe pclae. Le rsete puet êrte dans &gt;un dsérorde ttoal et vuos puoevz tujoruos lrie snas porlbème. C'est prace &gt;que le creaveu hmauin ne lit pas chuaqe ltetre elle-mmêe, mias le mot cmome &gt;un tuot.&gt;     La peruve...&gt;        Arlos ne veenz puls m'ememdrer aevc les corerticons &gt;otrahhgropqiues.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci Claude,  ppehras we cloud try tihs einprmeext in Elsginh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113637302335838524?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113637302335838524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113637302335838524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113637302335838524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113637302335838524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2006/01/confused-you-will-be.html' title='Confused ? You will be!!'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113507891034191072</id><published>2005-12-20T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:41:50.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hartlepool Monkey</title><content type='html'>follow this link to hear a 'tail' from Hartlepool, all about Napolean's famous spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepierre.co.uk/ESOL/monkey.htm"&gt;http://www.cafepierre.co.uk/ESOL/monkey.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113507891034191072?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113507891034191072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113507891034191072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113507891034191072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113507891034191072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/12/hartlepool-monkey.html' title='The Hartlepool Monkey'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113483846562601105</id><published>2005-12-17T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T17:54:25.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Feliz Navidad!</title><content type='html'>Navidad, Navidad, ya es Navidad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos hispanohablantes un pequeño mensaje para hablar de las tradiciones navideñas de la península ibérica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero decorar la casa: el abeto (imprescindible) y el belén.&lt;br /&gt;Depués hacer las compras para la cena de Nochebuena: mariscos, gambas, salmón, un buen asado de carne o de pavo, y sobretodo los dulces para chuparse los dedos: turrones, polvorones, mazapanes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tened paciencia niños si Santa Claus pasa por las tierras del Norte, habrá que esperar el 6 de enero para los regalos que traerán los Reyes Magos: Gaspar, Melchior y Baltazar... o carbón encontraréis si no os habéis portado bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Cantad villancicos! Mi preferido es sin duda 'Los peces en el río', ¿recordad el estribillo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pero mira como beben los peces en el río, pero mira como beben por ver a Dios nacido.&lt;br /&gt;Beben y beben y vuelven a beber los peces en el río por ver a Dios nacer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También me encanta la copla que dice:&lt;br /&gt;"La Virgen se está peinando entre cortinas y cortinas, sus cabellos son de oro, su peine de plata fina"&lt;br /&gt;Asi vemos que como todas las mujeres en las horas que preceden el parto la Virgen se preocupa por su belleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces haceos guapos y celebrad Navidad con alegría y compartiendo con la familia este momento mágico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113483846562601105?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113483846562601105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113483846562601105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113483846562601105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113483846562601105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='¡Feliz Navidad!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113483704807656505</id><published>2005-12-17T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T17:30:48.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recette: le Galifouty du Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recette d'Aurore Sand (petite-fille de George Sand).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prenez un moule grand comme une assiette, à peu près plat et beurrez-le. Prenez des guignes noires auxquelles vous aurez enlevé les queues; garnissez-en le fond de votre moule et y ajouter une seconde rangée de guignes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prenez une gamelle (terrasse en berrichon), mettez-y un verre de farine, une cuillerée d'eau-de-vie, un oeuf entier, un peu de sel, gros comme un oeuf de beurre frais et ajoutez ce qu'il faut d'eau pour en faire une pâte claire, dite pâte à beignets, que l'on remue avec une cuillère de bois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tournez et battez votre pâte pendant 5 minutes environ en évitant les grumeleaux. Puis versez au-dessus de vos guignes. La pâte claire envahit les interstices mais il faut veiller à n'en pas mettre trop, car alors le galifouty deviendrait lourd et perdrait de son goût. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfournez dans un four assez chaud et laissez à peu près une grande heure. Sortez du four, retournez votre moule et saupoudrez de sucre. Puis laissez refroidir plusieurs heures. Faires le galifouty le matin pour le soir, c'est ce qui est le mieux, ou le soir pour le lendemain matin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se conserve deux jours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vous trouvez cette recette et bien d'autres dans un ouvrage remarquable de Christiane Sand, l'épouse du fils adoptif d' Aurore Sand, qui s'intitule &lt;em&gt;'A la table de George Sand'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113483704807656505?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113483704807656505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113483704807656505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113483704807656505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113483704807656505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/12/recette-le-galifouty-du-berry.html' title='Recette: le Galifouty du Berry'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113483402284559897</id><published>2005-12-17T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:40:22.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>George Sand: la châtelaine de Nohant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/GeorgeSand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/200/GeorgeSand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certes George Sand n'est pas un personnage originaire de notre ville mais elle y est souvent venue en voisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En avril 1837 elle y rencontra Louis Michel appelé 'Michel de Bourges' et qu’elle nommait Éverard. C' était un avocat et homme politique, un personnage qualifié d'étrange et de fascinant par son éloquence vertigineuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec lui commença une passion républicaine. Il contribua à sa prise de conscience politique. Il était autoritaire et tyrannique, mais il la fascinait et elle s’engagea auprès de lui. Elle aimait cet homme, moins juvénile, plus viril que ses amants précédents. Elle envisageait de vivre avec lui. Mais Michel était marié et le resta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En dépit de sa séparation douloureuse d'avec George, il plaida avec succès à Bourges dans le procès en séparation des époux Dudevant. George Sand était à ce moment là l'épouse de Casimir Dudevant et elle obtint chose rare au XIXème siècle une séparation légale avec la garde de ses enfants Maurice et Solange et la possession du domaine de Nohant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/Nohant.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/200/Nohant.0.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donc voilà cette dame de lettres propriétaire du château de Nohant où elle aimait y retrouver la tranquilité et la simplicité de la vie en Berry loin du tumulte et des mondanités de Paris. A l'époque il ne fallait pas moins de 30 heures de diligence pour se rendre de Paris à Nohant qui n'est qu'à 75km au sud de Bourges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bel effort donc que faisait ses amis lorqu'ils venaient la rejoindre. Flaubert, Balzac, Dumas (fils), Delacroix et bien sûr Franz Liszt et Frederic Chopin y séjournèrent à plusieurs reprises. Chopin y passa 7 étés et y composa la majorité de ses oeuvres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Elle leur faisait partager les plaisirs simples de la promenade et de la table! Car elle aimait la cuisine du terroir, traditionnelle comme les bouchées à la reine, la galette aux pommes de terre, le gigot de 7 heures ou le Galifouty du Berry. Et aussi faire découvrir à ses hôtes les plats venus d'ailleurs, d'Angleterre: les puddings, les cakes, les scones; d'Italie: les ravioli, les gnocchi, le risotto ou d'Espagne les albondigas de carne et les natillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui Nohant est visité par de nombreux amateurs de littérature et de musique et chaque année les Fêtes Romantiques où s'allient les mots et les notes font revivre ce lieu magique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous venez à Bourges, en moins de 45mn! vous serez au domaine de George Sand et pourrez l'instant d'une visite découvrir et partager la vie d'une femme et d'une artiste exceptionnelle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113483402284559897?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113483402284559897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113483402284559897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113483402284559897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113483402284559897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/12/george-sand-la-chtelaine-de-nohant.html' title='George Sand: la châtelaine de Nohant.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113446818910583961</id><published>2005-12-13T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:03:09.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bourges Basketball  Team.</title><content type='html'>When you stroll around town sometimes you can see very tall women. They are at least one head taller than the majority of other women. Sometimes they are slim sometimes they are ‘sturdier’! Often they wear the same tracksuit. No mistake is possible, you see the woman basketball players of the Bourges basketball team. The tallest is 1.97 m tall! For the majority of Berrichon people, we are ‘short’ beside them! Few were born in Bourges and the tall ones often come from abroad where on average people are taller (often former Yougoslavia).&lt;br /&gt;The team is in the first division in France and plays in the European Championships. It plays against Russian, Polish, Italian, Spanish…teams and it is the best sport team in Bourges. Generally, it has good results and was the European Champion a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;The team is a professional team and of course, the players are paid for that. In France the budget is not very high because this sport is not very newsworthy and so we don’t have big sponsors. In Russia, certain teams have colossal budgets because they have a petrol company as a sponsor! and can afford to pay for example an American player half the total budget of Bourges Basketball.&lt;br /&gt; If you want a good basket team, it is enough to have money…and the salaries are often proportional to the size of the player… (Some “small” players (1.70 m!) earn also a lot of money but they are very good).&lt;br /&gt;In the professional teams (whatever the sport), the results are often in relation with the budget you are able to fund. It is not a question of sport but a commercial business. And as there are a lot of money at stake, this can lead to a drift towards drug-taking, cheating, fighting in stadium… It was not the concept of Pierre de Coubertain (‘reviver’ of the Olympic games at the beginning of the twentieth century) who thought modern sport should be an amateur activity. The poor man if he was able to see what the sport has become “he would be turning in his grave”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard of Basketball Teams in England (men or women). Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci encore Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113446818910583961?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113446818910583961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113446818910583961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113446818910583961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113446818910583961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/12/bourges-basketball-team.html' title='Bourges Basketball  Team.'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113446796058521688</id><published>2005-12-13T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:59:20.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sad?</title><content type='html'>feeling sad? Don't worry, be happy!&lt;br /&gt;Go to Peter's website, follow the links to English and cheer yourself up! It's nearly Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepierre.co.uk"&gt;www.cafepierre.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113446796058521688?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113446796058521688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113446796058521688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113446796058521688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113446796058521688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/12/feeling-sad.html' title='Feeling sad?'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113344913033635413</id><published>2005-12-01T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:58:50.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Carling French 4</title><content type='html'>Chez Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’habite une maison en brique, dans les périphéries d’une ville, qui s’appelle Yarm, à cinq kilometres de Stockton-on-Tees.  La ville est quatre-vingts kilomètres au sud de Newcastle et cinquante kilometres au nord-est de York.  La rue, où je vis, a quarante-cing maisons.  Il y a vingt ans, c’était des champs.&lt;br /&gt;Chez moi, au rez-de-chausseé, il y a une entreé étroite, une salle à manger, deux salons, une petite cuisine, et un WC.&lt;br /&gt;Au premier étage, il y a quatre chambers et une salle de bains.  L’un des chambres, la plus petite, est utilisée comme un bureau, avec un ordinateur et un classeur.  La salle de bains avait été récemment decoreé, elle est maintenant la pièce la plus agréable de la maison!&lt;br /&gt;Nous avons un grenier, où nous stockons des décorations de Noël, des vieux jouets, grosses valises et un ordinateur, qui est en panne.&lt;br /&gt;La salle à manger a une table, quatres chaises, un petit tapis, et un buffet de cuisine avec mes plats favouris de porcelaine.  Le ‘salon jardinière’ est une pièce qui est agréable en été et en hiver, parce que on peut voir le jardin.  Le soir, la salle de séjour est confortable .  Il y a une sofa, deux fauteuils, deux bibliothèques, un télé, un magnetoscope, une cheminée et des petites tables avec des lampes.&lt;br /&gt;On a deux filles, qui vivent chez moi.  La chambre d’aînée est très jolie: elle a des couleurs d’argent et de lila.  La chambre de la cadette est très differente: là, les rideaux et la literie sont noires, avec les murs rouges foncé.&lt;br /&gt;Au dehors, il y a un jardin en face de la maison, et il y a un autre derrière. Les fleurs, les arbustes, et les arbres poussent autour d’une pelouse.  J’aime faire du jardinage, si  le soleil brille.  Cette année, j’ai poussé des framboises, mais je n’en ai cueilli que deux cent grammes.  Quelle honte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1st. 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113344913033635413?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113344913033635413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113344913033635413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113344913033635413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113344913033635413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/12/sue-carling-french-4.html' title='Sue Carling French 4'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113330395539170990</id><published>2005-11-29T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:39:15.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A cottage in Berry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/Num??riser0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/Num??riser0008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/200/Num%3F%3Friser0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, November 29, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, the "Berrichonne" typical house is low.&lt;br /&gt;The door opens onto a big room. In a corner, near a window, there is the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the room, there is the living-room and the dining room. One long table with two benches furnish the centre. Two armchairs are in front of the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/Num??riser0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/200/Num%3F%3Friser0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/Num??riser0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the wall, the plates and dishes are displayed in the "Vaissellier". This is a cupboard in two parts. The top part is with shelves where the delicate and decorative plates are exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/Num??riser0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/200/Num%3F%3Friser0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/1600/Num??riser0006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/1562/200/Num%3F%3Friser0006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is also a clock called "Comtoise", with a pendulum. It strikes the time, the quarter past, the half past and the quarter to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a bedroom and a bathroom, there is sometimes a loft (grenier).&lt;br /&gt;In front of the house, there is a small garden with flower-pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Françoise, English 1B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113330395539170990?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113330395539170990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113330395539170990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113330395539170990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113330395539170990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/11/cottage-in-berry.html' title='A cottage in Berry...'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07205472907195717993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113318980668866572</id><published>2005-11-28T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:59:59.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts about Beaujolais nouveau</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I worked in the restaurant business for more than 30 years and I have many memories of ' Le beaujolais nouveau'.&lt;br /&gt;In the past it was quite a treat to have the first taste of the new wine.&lt;br /&gt;But as my taste buds matured, i realised that the majority of the wine wasn't worth sprinkling on my chips!&lt;br /&gt;It s the only red wine that you serve cold, I began to realise why. But we used to have a good evening with a french menu, well in those days it was 'Chicken a la creme' mussels marinieres and if you were lucky crepes suzzette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be supposed races to have the first bottle on the table. It was just like the first grouse, on the glorious 12th. August. Straight from the freeezer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me an old sceptic!&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113318980668866572?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113318980668866572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113318980668866572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113318980668866572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113318980668866572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-thoughts-about-beaujolais-nouveau.html' title='My thoughts about Beaujolais nouveau'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113318926823812481</id><published>2005-11-28T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:47:48.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beaujolais nouveau has arrived !</title><content type='html'>As each year in mid-November, an event in a great deal of Pubs in France takes place. For the first time of the year, the pubs’ owners serve the Wine Beaujolais (Beaujolais nouveau), harvested in August and September. This wine is also sold in supermarkets and people drink it at home. It is a special process that allows the wine to be bottled before the majority of other wines. A part of the harvest is treated like that so as to delight people with something new in november!! and to sell it earlier … It is a tradition that started in area of the town of Lyon. People go to Pubs to taste the wine and also eat, sing, dance …In principle it is a time of conviviality. This phenomenon has spread throughout France and now it is a “fashion”. Japanese people buy a lot of wine (at a very high price) and it is a big event in this country with all its excesses!  It is sometimes an opportunity for people to get… drunk and … have a hangover the next day!! It could be funny except if, like in Grenoble (town near Lyon and Alpes) young people (many hundreds) had a party and got drunk. The result was fights with the police and fifteen policemen hurt (nothing to do with the recent riots). It is not a good behaviour when you want to have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;For a few years, it appears that French people have been less interested by this event. We see less parties in Pubs. The problem is that the prices have increased and this wine has a special taste (Specialists say it tastes of banana, blackberry, strawberry…it depends on the year). Anyway, it is a little bit sour! It is not very good and a five year old Beaujolais is better! At least it is my opinion. Not everyone agrees.&lt;br /&gt;This has brought about good profits in the Beaujolais area! In other areas, wine growers have thought it worthwhile to do the same thing… and now you can find for example the ‘Touraine nouveau’! It is not better and appears to be a commercial operation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much wine was drunk in Lyon that people said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three rivers flow through Lyon: the Saône, the Rhône and …the Beaujolais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113318926823812481?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113318926823812481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113318926823812481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113318926823812481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113318926823812481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/11/beaujolais-nouveau-has-arrived.html' title='The Beaujolais nouveau has arrived !'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16456404.post-113318913742959578</id><published>2005-11-28T15:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:45:37.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clairvoyance and well-being forum.</title><content type='html'>Merci mille fois encore Claude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend in Bourges took place a forum concerning the clairvoyance and the well-being: nowadays, strange topic! People went to this manifestation to attend lectures, meet Clairvoyants and have séances allowing them to know their future life. They could discuss with many specialists but it was not free (60 € an hour… without obligation of results). There were different techniques: numerology, “tarology” (card) and so on … and that is the least of it!. 1 700 people went to this forum in majority to “see”. See what, see whom: maybe their future, maybe the next world, maybe their dead grandfather maybe as a “voyeur” !! I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;It appears that after these séances people feel better because they can speak, tell their stories and talk about their difficulties. More and more men are attracted by these practises, it is an actual fact. One says that politicians sometimes use the services of Clairvoyants!! If it is the case, they haven’t seen the riots arrive!!!&lt;br /&gt;There is an advantage to have people interested in this phenomenon: they feel better therefore, they don’t go to the doctors and accordingly they allow the “hole” of the Social Security to be partly filled up…( probably it is a bad dream). Of course, the séances are not refunded by this administration.&lt;br /&gt;They are mad these Froggie Gauls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From an article of the Berry Républicain newspaper)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16456404-113318913742959578?l=borobourges-live.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/feeds/113318913742959578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16456404&amp;postID=113318913742959578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113318913742959578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16456404/posts/default/113318913742959578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borobourges-live.blogspot.com/2005/11/clairvoyance-and-well-being-forum.html' title='Clairvoyance and well-being forum.'/><author><name>Café Pierre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262400815048482224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_px0Q2A3XNn8/Sx5vYillUhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6W67Fp-cOs/S220/3099583915_9f773e246f_m.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
