#louvre metro

[mote-historie]

1957 Mark Shaw, Christian Dior, Paris Louvre Metro Station, A Bright Young Look in Paris, LIFE magazine.

Métro Louvre Rivoli in Paris, Built: 1900, Architect: Hector Guimard. Art Nouveau.

#1957 #fashion photography #mark shaw #shaw #Christian Dior #dior #paris #louvre metro station #louvre metro #Métro Louvre Rivoli #1900 #art nouveau #Hector Guimard #life magazine

[noconcessions]

#christian dior #Paris #France #1957 #life magazine #Louvre #metro

[thestarfishdancer]

The Eras Adventure: Entry # 4

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#Adventure #AirBnB #art #Four Points Sheraton Toronto Missausaga #france #Le Mond #louvre #Metro #Musée D&039;Orsay #museums #Paris #Solo Travel #Toronto

[rosehipmarmalade]

i'm annoying so i cannot get past it when films and tv shows take place in paris and the order of the geographic locations or the metro lines they take don't make any sense

#listen it may not actually be important but it matters TO ME #me personally who have the paris metro map close to memorised #anyway other than the fake metro station and taking a metro from louvre to pont neuf heartstopper was very cute

[barbie-roberts-is-a-goddess]

aww they filmed a scene at the metro station École Militaire (military school) but they replaced it by École du Coeur (school of the heart) that's so cute

#heartstopper #heartstopper s2 #i was like why are they coming from the louvre to a metro station with an exit to the eiffel tower #and since when is there a station with that name in paris #so i looked it up lol #been spending a lot of time on google maps since i started this season

[betzs-things]

París

#europa #francia #paris #metro #la seine #opera garnier #mairie #musee #tuileries #sacrecoeur #parvis du louvre #porte saint denis #porte saint martin #nuit paris #sculpture #les halles #europe #france #museum #museo #la sena #jeux olympiques paris #jeux olympiques #vacaciones #vacances #holydays #noche

[viennas-world]

#paris #le louvre #metro

[mailmiocuoredipietratremaancora]

Summary of the day:

A lot of Caparezza

Louvre’s night session

Guess who (out of 3 people) didn’t catch the train to go home

#mailmiocuoredipietratremaancora #caparezza #paris #france #paris france #metro #louvre #louvre museum #love #life #good vibes

[wolfhowls]

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #grevin museum #paris #parigi #gare de lyon #louvre #siene #senna #metro #viaggi #vlog #treni #train #travel #low cost travel #treno #diario #viaggiare #turismo #solo travel #Youtube

[roaringroa]

just saw the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life like 10 minutes ago i am literally still shaking and i didn’t even interact with her

#i’m on a trip rn and this girl sat in front of me in the paris metro and i’m not kidding when i say i have never seen anyone prettier #literally took my breath away like i tried very hard not to stare at her like an idiot cause at the end of the day she’s just a stranger #but i kept stealing glances cause i swear to god her beauty was electrifying #i kept looking at her through the reflection on the glass cause i didn’t wanna weird her out #thankfully i don’t think she noticed or anything but i swear i was ready to kneel down and declare to kiss the ground she walked on #like i truly get the trojan war now #if helen of troy looked anything like her then i too would join the fight #i spent 5 hours in the louvre today and not a dingle piece of artwork compared to her #does she know she has this power?? i hope she does #i hope she lives a very fufilling life and is very well loved #i hope she loves and loves and loves and for all the love she puts out she receives it tenfold #my post

[whiskey-bumblebee]

made it to Paris. Overwhelmed with happiness.

#essay in the tags #my honest to god best travel tip is to have expectations in the gutter #i've never been like “oh pariee! la cite!!” #so when i got here i was like louvre pigeons stinky etc #and everything since then has been a wonderful surprise #i have a lovely room and i just got back from being driven around #and it just feels so grounding #like this is the city and here you are #idk #it's not romantic and the more tourist areas immediately no #but it's like if new york had a consistent building style #and wasn't gentrified all the way to the edges #i like the vibe a lot #we were accosted by a bus driver ❤️ #and yelled at by an old lady ❤️ #and that's how you know you're in a Real City #i like vancouver but it's just so superficial and the ppl are too #anyway #❤️❤️❤️❤️ #i had my first martini at a bar that hemingway liked and i sweated the whole thing out on the metro home

[europaexpress]

#interrailwithkid #carfree #interrail #Paris #Metro #walking #yayoi kusama #louvre

[gkutfdvnn]

Just like every year chaos had unfolded right before Christmas. Flights were delayed and cancelled, disgruntled passengers were screaming at the employees desperately making phone calls, while some others had decided to just lay down on the seats to sleep.

As soon as you heard that your flight back from Paris was cancelled due to bad weather, you had taken your leave from the International Airport. Right now you were waiting for the metro, drinking some bear you were given at the airport by a stranger, some french dude you couldn't understand. With it came a leaflet to some party tonight, the only thing you understood was that it was Christmas themed, everything else just was gibberish to you.

Finally the metro came, mostly empty given the hour, so you just sat down and closed your eyes thinking about the last few days in Paris. Honestly, you liked the city. It wasn't as glamorous as seen on TV, yes the folks could be rude, but it had some sort of rustic charm, and for every unfriendly guy you had met twice the amount of kind people. You were thinking about the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, both the good and bad food you had eaten, the crêpes and the gauffres, and the beautiful Christmas market. The "vin chaud", you chuckled as you thought about the word in French, was actually delicious and you had gotten quite tipsy of it, to the point at which your friends had to accompany you to your hotel.

Shit, you must have fallen asleep. The can you were holding had fallen out of your grip and spilled beer all over your clothes. The doors opened and you looked up to the board. You were now a few stops too far ! Grabbing everything you could you rushed out of the wagon just before the doors closed again, falling face down on the floor. Luckily no one was there to witness your embarrassing fall. You cursed aloud, the "putains" and "merdes" leaving your mouth as if you had spoken french since birth. Too caught up in the moment you failed to notice the growing hairs that had appeared on your cheeks and chins, covering your lower face in a dusting of dark black dots. You looked back at the now empty railroad, a new series of French curse words escaping your lips as you noticed most of your things missing. The jacket, your gloves, your backpack and your suitcase were gone with the tram, lost in the maze of Paris Metro, all you had taken with you were the can of beer, and the pamphlet. Worst of all your wet jeans were starting to cool.

It was best to get on the move before freezing to death. You made your way through the white-tiled walkways of the underground metro while rubbing your arms and shivering. The rubbing seemed to help though, your skin was getting warmer each time you caressed it with your hands, your fingers pushing through the softer muscle. It was strange feeling around your arms with your palms, they both felt bigger and a bit softer, like they had swollen just a little bit. Soon, you didn't even need to rub your arms anymore but you still continued to, your own touch felt amazing, the tingling provoked by the tips of your fingers felt pleasant, great even !

After the corridors came the stairs, at first you were taking two, even three steps at the time. Being tall surely helped in these kinds of situations. But soon you were even having issues keeping the speed up, your feet were hitting the steps and you almost tripped and fell down, gripping the handrail as you were about to fall. That was close ! You waited a moment as some sort of dizziness settled around your stomach, you were sure the steps must have gotten slightly bigger on your way up, although your clothes also seemed a bit looser on your frame. Even though the dizziness didn't fade completely, you began your ascent again. Your whole body felt weird and out of place, just like you were shrinking, step by step. It wasn't much, enough to be almost unnoticeable. Each step you took altered your body just a little bit more. Your arms continued to swell while getting shorter with the rest of your body. Your legs lost in length and your back grew shorter too as they swelled with muscle, eating your rat away. Soon even your shoes didn't fit you properly anymore, your feet having left a bit of width and length. Your thighs expand to a fit and healthy girth, soon followed by your calves. Your back strains and stretches to the side as the muscles grow and expand there too. On the last steps, just before the automatic gates, you took a break as you caught your reflection in a broken screen.

The changes had been slow and gone unnoticed by you until now, there in the reflection stood a person you couldn't recognise. You wouldn't describe what you felt in that moment as panic, it was more like.. dissociation? As if the person you were looking at didn't match the person that was inside. You rubbed your hand through your beard that was still a few shades darker as your hair, then you lifted your shirt quite hesitantly revealing a lean stomach and then.. two pierced nipples set on a pair of girthy pectorals. You rubbed the silver rings and bit your lips. That tingling you felt earlier was spreading through your body again but this time it was transforming into growing pleasure. With one hand you continued to rub one ring, with the other you took your shirt off and threw it away. You looked back at the screen and pressed your lips together, a soft moan escaping your lips as the boner grew in your underwear.

You looked just like some handsome and not so average Parisian dude. You pushed your pants down and kicked them off with your shoes, exploring your body from top to bottom, gliding your hands in every crevasse and on every curve. Your thighs and calves jingled slightly as you moved around in front of the screen.

The mental changes didn't come suddenly, but were slowly rewriting your thoughts and memories. It was really more like acceptance. Of course that handsome guy's reflection couldn't be anything else than french. In fact, every second you spent in front of that screen made you feel ever slightly more french. You weren't working as a cashier abroad, but studying hard for a master's degree in economics. Paris was of course your only choice since you had grown up in a small french village without much to do, it was quite a lonely place for a gay dude like you. Soon, even your basic thoughts were expressed in French, every trace of your mother tongue erased and left forever forgotten. New moans escaped your soft lips as your hair darkened to match with your beard, and a fine layer of black hairs covered the rest of your body. Finally, with a few strokes, you came, and with it the last remnants of your past life vanished, just a stain on the floor, nothing more. You were now Pierre, a Parisian student, living your best life in Paris.

Some of your cum had landed on the flyer to the gay Christmas party you were going, you looked around for your clothes, somehow you had scattered them all around you. But hey, you sure damn didn't need them, the party was just above the entry to the metro, and you always enjoyed coming of strong !

With one jump above the automatic gates you left your past behind, ready to enjoy the Parisian city life !

#male transformation #male tf #race change #muscle tf

[the-offside-rule]

Declan Rice (Arsenal) - Cupid and Psyche

Requested: yes

Prompt: meeting Declan at an art museum

Warnings: none

A casual Thursday in Paris for Y/n, the art student. When she decided to take a leap of faith and move to Paris, she didn't think it'd get her into such predicaments. Missing metros, causing arguments accidentally in street markets, meeting strange and exciting people. But this was life. It was going to happen to someone, it just so happened to be Y/n. Her parents implored her to stay close to home and study locally, but no. She had to go for her own sanity.

Now that leap of faith brings us to the louvre in Paris at half past two on a Thursday afternoon. She walked delicately and quietly around the famous museum with her headphones blocking out any sort of human distraction. The Mona Lisa; too busy. Medusa's raft; not as busy but it had been seen before. Her favourite piece was a marble sculpture, sculpted by Antonio Canova. It depicted Cupid reviving his lover Psyche with a kiss. Looking at it was tender, it was blissful. It made her believe in love and gave her hope that one day she would one day find someone that equally made her feel this way.

"I don't understand this at all." Y/n turned her head to the man beside her, looking up at the marble as if it were just another stone. "Then you've never experienced love." Y/n mumbled quietly, but not quietly enough. The stranger turned his head and his look of confusion stayed the same. "Excuse me?" He asked, his British accent clear and thick. "I said you've never experienced love. I like to think this depicts love in its physical form." She repeated. "And why is that?"

"Well, the story goes that Psyche-" She pauses and points to the woman. "Was so beautiful, that Venus herself felt threatened and decided to send Cupid to seek her revenge and to kill her." She explained. "And what about that screams love in its physical form?" The man asked even more bewildered than he once was before. "Well Cupid fell in love with Psyche and instead of killing her, he hid her away in his Palace to protect her. He then visited her each night and warned her to never look at him. Her sister however convinces her that Cupid must be a hideous monster so one night, while he is asleep,she looks at him and he leaves her for breaking their bond."

"Once again, I beg the question."

"Let me finish!" The man sighs and allows her to continue her story. "Distraught, she goes to Venus for help who sends her on quests to find her lover. For her last task, she has to go retrieve Propserina's beauty fron the underworld but opens it on the way back up and falls into a lifeless sleep. Cupid then finds her and returns the beauty to the box and kisses Psyche, granting her immortality so they could be married as equals." The man nodded and looked at the marble again, this time taking in the story and understanding the meaning differently. He appreciated it more and she could see that. "That's a beautiful story." Y/n nodded along and smiled as if she had seen the sculpture for the first time. She looked down as she caught a glimpse of a hand in front of her, before she turned and saw the man smiling at her. "I'm Declan, by the way." He said. Y/n took his hand and returned the smile. "Y/n."

"Lovely name. You from Paris?" He asked. "No. I'm guessing by the accent you aren't either?" She said. "What? I don't sound French?" He asked in a ridiculously stereotypical French accent, making the girl giggle. "What brings you to Paris?" Y/n asked after she calmed down from laughing. "Single. Very single." He replied. Y/n's eyebrows twisted into those of confusion. "And how is coming to Paris going to help you with that?" She asked. "Well, I figured the dating apps weren't working. May as well pretend to be confused in an art gallery."

"And how is that going for you?" She scoffed, folding her arms and looking up to him. "Not too bad, I reckon." He replied, making the once confident and sure woman now crumble and turn bright red. "Well it doesn't count if you don't intend on meeting someone later." Y/n said. "Good point." Declan whipped out his phone and handed it to her, with a new contact ready to be dialled in. Y/n grinned and took the phone, throwing her number in and handing it back. "So how about we finish off looking at the gallery and grabbing a coffee afterwards?" He suggested. "I think that's a marvellous idea, Declan." She smiled. Declan hooked his arm around hers and looked down to her. "Then let's go, madame."

#football #football blurbs #football imagines #declan rice imagine #declan rice imagines #declan rice

[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

These will be my last pages. For now.

I have been invited to- well, read for yourself. But first, let me finish the interview and some spreads from Kurtis' own journal, with information I have missed or it might be things he still is investigating. Whatever this leads up to, I'll be happy to be of service.

Transcript of the first and second page: Q: When was the Lux Veritatis formed and why? Where are the other members? A: The Lux Veritatis was a secret group of the Knights Templars, and in the beginning planned to fight against all evil- especially magic. Then, they used magic themselves since white magic exists. The LV-membership is inherited from father to son. As far as I know my father was the last member. When he was murdered by Eckhardt who wasn't aware of me, the shards got passed onto my hands. I wasn't having any of it (he takes a smoke), didn't want to live like the LV, always chased around and rehomed, and then lived as a headhunter. Until..yeah, I was told about the murder.

That answers my fourth question: his father was killed as the initially thought last Lux Veritatis member.

Q: How did you cross paths with Lara Croft? A: She crossed mine. When the murders in Paris started and the mysterious symbols turned up, I went there to chase after Eckhardt, knowing it was him. I rented a place above the Café Metro, a run-down place in hopes to be all by myself. She talked to me there, but I dismissed her, being busy reading the news. Then, I saw her again leaving the club...you know, the Serpent Rouge, another trashy looking long abandoned place. When I tracked her path I noticed she'd go to the Pawn Shop so I waited there for her, too. I had the feeling she could be of use. When we were in the Louvre I witnessed her breaking into the dig and retrieving one of the Obscura Paintings- that I (he chuckles) convinced her to hand over. After a quick chase outside (he shakes his head)- she would have run straight into a corner and would have ended up like Swiss cheese- I got punched in the face, yeah, deep shit. She stole my Periapt Shard. When we met again in the Strahov we joined forces. Wild ride. Almost shot me there. Q: The Periapt Shards, what are they made of? Do they really kill immortals? A: So, this is a secret unrevealed. I have no fucking clue. I know they are ancient, and Lara told me about Vasiley fancying them, and they were among the crusades. It's suspected some of my ancestors made them and inherited them from owner to highest ranking new member. Since my father was the last one there was no one else- he owned all three shards as when Eckhardt was in the Pit, stabbed with all three- and I got my hands on them. They really kill immortals if you stab them with all three in the head, or chest. Mere hands or feet won't do the trick.

Transcript of the third and fourth page: Q: What about the guys in the Sanitarium? A: That's such an ugly part (he takes a smoke, visibly disgusted) I'll try to keep it short. Boaz is a - was- psychiatrist and she, like the rest of the fanclub, was looking into breeding a Nephilim race. Shit like this. The men down there were locked up and injected with Nephilim DNA. That's why they got so aggressive and misfigured, in different stages. Lobotomy would keep them silent (he shakes his head). They mainly abducted men no one would be looking for, homeless, self employed truckers, tramps. It's a pity. Q: The guy in cell 42 talked about a "Proto Nephilim", what is this? A: So he was still alive, talking through the door? Didn't expect that. He talked to me when I entered his cell, unlocked, and I told him to close it afterwards. He drove here, to the Strahov, from Turkey, and brought the "Sleeper" as he said, "death in tons of stone". I've never seen that as it was stored within the Strahov, but Lara told me about that. It had inscriptions on it, I wonder if I could have deciphered that. But if Lara couldn't (he smirks) I surely couldn't either. This...driver also talked about them being fed to the Proto, the "first" Nephilim that was created by his lunatic fans that worked. Yet it was set loose when Lara shut the lights of, slip a switch and ya git this bastard running amok. I got rid of it personally.

Kurtis asks if I want to see his journal- I had handed him mine prior. Well, it's full of stuff and his barely legible handwriting, but there's two things I want to mention.

Transcript of the fifth and sixth page: This red circle is the symbol of the Codex Angellicus, an angelic alphabet. I'm not sure what use it is or what is says, Kurtis suggested it's a codex used to write LV books and other knowledge. He can read it, but it is uhm- ambigous. One needs some baackground knowledge to fully understand what it says, and he for sure didn't bother explaining how to read that.

The green symbols are nephili glyphs. It's either an alphabet again or a phrase, Kurtis is not sure or wouldn't tell me. It's a script that is very old and found in the Sanglyph itself (which makes me wonder. How did Eckhardt, who created the Sanglyph, know about the scripts and its use of the LV?). Even the order could be different depending on where you start to read on the relic. Kurtis estimated with his father's notes that there are about 80 different angelic glyphs in here and two of them are readable. Sadly I can't take them to a graphologist.

Transcript of the seventh page: Kurtis also mentioned someone - or something- nicknamed "The Shapeshifter". It's a guy(?) who changed his apprearance in front of Lara, as she was about to kill Eckhardt. This shapeshifter became a councer, Eckhardt and even Kurtis himself. He assumed this person(?) must be closer to the Nephilim than Eckhardt and that the latter was working for him, not vice-versa. Which would be a game changer. Like, imagine that Eckhardt, the 600 year old maniac, is just a puppet of a shapeshifter. Weren't Nephilim known to change their looks...? They're up to serve the world some angelic freedom and in return make magicians immortal. Yeah I wish I was joking.

This sounds like the plot of a fanfiction based on the Knights Templars, including Lara Croft and a revenge-seeking mercenary. Oh, and you ship them.

Transcript of the eighth page: Here's what I think happened...as far as my information and my skills to comprehend this mess go. So:

Shapeshifter is a Nephilim and hires Eckhardt. Eckhardt wants to be immortal and gets granted X years to rebread the Nephilim. The Lux Veritatis had put him in a pit inside a castle, that got bombed, freeing him. Eckhardt fucks off, the Shards are given to Kurtis, his father gets murdered. Somehow along the way Werner von Croy gets murdered, perhaps by shapeshifter. What for though? Kurtis wants revenge and chases Eckhardt, meeting Lara, who want that too. Eckhardt's fanclub want to also be immortal and help him, they create the Proto Nephilim with DNA taken from a sample of the Sleeper. Showdown in the room with pillars that fucked up my knee, and lots and lots of sailt. Did anyone but the Proto and the sleeper die?

As you can see there are loose theads everywhere. I don't know if I'll ever fill in the gaps, or be able to.

Transcript of the final page: We're on our way to London, I'll return to Paris with another flight. Kurtis accepted Lara's invitation and also brought some books and tools with him (I think it's some LV spooky anti-alchemy-merchandise). They'll surely figure out more than I did by putting their heads together and brood over all of this. I also wonder what their next steps will be- don't think Eckhardt and shapeshifter will stop there, if they survived. Oh and Bouchard has been murdered, too. At least I won't have any trouble at home.

NEWS: It's been a week and I got some news from Lara and Kurtis. They tracked the alchemist's steps to another place! Whether it is him or shapeshifter or both they won't explicitely say, but killings are happening with this rune painted above the dead, and they're on the way to kick his ass again.

They're asking if I want to join?

#angel of darkness #journal #tomb raider #traod #tomb raider angel of darkness #tomb raider series #aod #classic tr #lara croft #classic tomb raider #endofblog

[thebookbindersblog]

Good morning,

After visiting the Louvre and a quick nap at the hotel yesterday we headed out to our favorite neighborhood in Paris, the Latin Quarter.

We were surprised to find it was raining when we exited the metro. I don’t know what it is about the rain in Paris, but when it rains it pours. Luckily there was a shop nearby where we purchased an emergency umbrella and souvenirs.

We passed by a Chinese restaurant and I decided I wanted to give it a try. After a few bites, we decided to leave our unfinished food on the table and hurried out of there. (Don’t worry, we paid before receiving our food). Take my advice and stick with French cuisine. When in doubt, order a croissant 🥐

We couldn’t end our last night in France on a low, so we decided to stop by a restaurant close to our hotel for dessert. We ordered the Crème Brûlée and the Ile Flottante (Floating Island). Neither of us had tried these desserts before, and to be honest, I would’ve never ordered any of these if it wasn’t for Isaiah. I am not the adventurous type when it comes to trying food I can’t pronounce. The Floating Island was our favorite. I already had Isaiah look up a recipe so we can try and recreate it at home. It’s a meringue cake floating in a sweet custard, topped with caramel 😋

We loved Paris and wished we would’ve given ourselves more time there. There is so much to see and do, but now we know for next time 😊

We are currently on the train heading to Italy. For the next 3 days, we will be staying in Florence before heading out to Rome for 7 days. We have a few things planned there, but like we learned in Paris, the best adventures were those we didn’t plan.

If we don’t post tonight, we’ll post tomorrow morning. Isaiah wants to go to the “most famous sandwich shop in the world”. We also have tickets to go to the Academia Gallery museum in the evening, so excited 😁

- Susie

Update

Hallo we arrived in Geneva Switzerland, the land of better food than France. We had to wait for another two hours until the train for Milan came in. I got the opportunity to devour 3 different lunches in that time period. First up was the Bretzel raclette. Cheese pretzel pretty typical. Next up second lunch was a double decker grilled cheese with bechamel and fresh thin bologna. After destroying that and wishing for more I saw a hot dog sign and like a fat kid at a bbq I rushed to get one. I’m coming back here idc.

-Isaiah Hansen (it’s kinda a German last name)