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Nantessome keys to enter the Country Nantais |
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NANTES OPENED CITY
Nantes is a singular city. Its power does not assert by a party - taken monumental, as in some cities where the framework wants sovereign on men. Its statuary even does not mark the city of a military or administrative seal. And when well even some general of bronze would want an instant to alert the conscience, it is only a point on the comma vivante of a garden. One would tell that stones of Nantes are there for the pleasure, as embroidery punctuating an ample and fluid cloth. Streets, quays, places, passages, are hemmed of houses that do not enclose the sky, and their stones are beautiful poetical chatter more than of subjunctive sermons. One savors à Nantes the extensive open of the world. One feels there a radiation and convergences. One feels it in its natural disposition and in its cultural inclination, in blue and green ribbons that make it breathe very far, in perfumes of the whole world that float to its greedy terraces and fertilize its feasts. Nantes opened city. It is in order that without doubt that one feels it true capital, because it makes circulate more than it does not display. |
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WATERS AND LIGHT It is for that also that one can not bet Nantes without speaking a country. Communes environnantes are here far from being outlet suburbs of the city: they have asserted their clean character, with or against it, in the course of a long history. But banks that have separated Namnètes and Pictons, makes pink or blue roofs, relief that there have made the vine and here prairies, all this wonderful customs and landscape disparity, one feels that it is bathed of a supreme influence: that the Loire, that seems to stop there a moment to commune with a star of rivers, last secret softnesses before the call of the large. This sweet water confidence puts a will have intimacy on Nantes and its country. And sudden, magically revealed by marine corps moods, it becomes breath and light, the inexpressible smile of a country in connivance. |
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A LANDSCAPE DELICACY It is a rapture to seize some the harmony of the high of the tour Brittany, alone vertical deviation without assise spiritual that Nantes has ever erected: the high of this bitter, the heart of the city offers as a delicious delicacy with its roofs of slates, its chimneys of bricks, and its tuffeau powdered light - marvelously set in an immense hilly garden where houses seem manufactures of approval. Here is curves of the castle and the vigor of the cathedral. And there the coil of the Erdre in its great frieze of greenery, with its port and its island of pleasure, that sinks to the North to fields and the roselières to nest the gentilhommières. To the South, the discreet Sèvre manors and madness broadside, buries in the luxuriance of the vineyard; yonder the line of money of the lake of Grandlieu. And then the tremendous presence of the Loire, powerful landscape bond, since its large sown island uphills, until its arms that multiply them. The port of Nantes and the island Holy - Anne, to the stern ligérienne and to the prow marinade: it is the estuary. The grand flight of the bridge of Cheviré, the small ports hung to rocks of banks between wild marsh. A brilliance in the distance: the bridge of Saint - Nazaire. And it is the Atlantic. |
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LEAFS A HISTORIES AND
TRADITION But to stop to kisses this instantaneous a harmony paysagère would be also frustrated that to contemplate a sompteuse binding. Leafed the histories and traditions that base an art to live, it is in the open book of the promenade that it appears. How better to understand the maritime vocation nantaise that by penetrating in its parks and gardens flower magnolias and ricof exotic flowers; to imagine better the time of travel them to the long run that in cheerful of ubiquitous palm trees in the country secured; and the time of the rich maritime trade that by admiring the free spends shipowners in the architecture of their residences; that by shivering also the ambiguous smile of the mascarons under balconies: is not it the black confidence share, the mark on the stone of the tragic seal of the stretch négrière ? How better to feel the good-bye to the port that by leaving to bless by Holy - Anne as a sailor in departure. How better to feel the discreet but vivante presence of the port that in ennivrant of the perfume of the reddish-brown sugar onthe quay of West Indies or the color from drink them exotic on the port of Cheviré; how better to live the estuary that by breathing its wind mixed on the vat of Couëron to the Pellerin. How better to feel the Breton soul of Secure that in rising on battlementses of the castle of Dukes of Brittany; how to taste its culture ligérienne without discovering to edges of the appearance river maraîchères fertile of its silts, or the green gold of its hillsides, the Muscadet. How to seize that this stung adventure country by the sea is also rocked secret or tranquil waters of waters dormantes, without marvelling the flora and the rare fauna of its marsh and its ponds; to feel thatit is also rich country countryside, without covering prairies and drink them displaying around castles of the landowner nobility. |
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| AN INVITATION TO the TRIP How better to feel the opening of the city, the subtle alchemy of its marine corps moods and Nigerian, the mysterious connivance of its smile, and the light wealth of its leafed, that by leaving to slip in its contrasts and to take in its convergences. How to feel it better that in the open book of the promenade, on foot, to bike; or in automotive if one leaves it to read between lines. Here is therefore seven pieces choose for the errances réjouissantes in country secured, in form of courses lined. Only a partition, in order that the imaginary could rise between notes: to the country of jules Verne, Éloïse and Abélard, surrealists, Jeans - Jacques Audubon and Jacques Demy, the trip has always its dream share. |
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