Hôtel de ville à #Étain (#Meuse) Hôtel reconstruit de 1780 à 1787 sur les plans de l'entrepreneur Jean-Olry Laurent, repris en 1782 par François Mercier. En partie détruit par la Première Guerre mondiale, la re...
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Eglise Saint Martin de Etain ( Meuse 55 )#Meuse #Etain

Etain - Réception du 8e Bataillon de Chasseurs Concert à #Étain (#Meuse) #CartePostaleAncienne 👉 https://cartorum.fr/carte-postale/287116/etain-etain-reception-du-8e-bataillon-de-chasseurs-concert

##BookologyThursday #Celtic: `As #Midir kissed #Étain, memory flooded back to her, and she remembered her earlier life as Midir’s beloved. Together, they flew away through the skylight at Tara in the form of swans, joined by a golden chain.`
Source: P. Monaghan `Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore`

#LegendaryWednesday: After Midir learned that his wife #Etain, whom he missed dearly, had been reborn, he persuaded her husband, Eochaid, the King of Tara, to wager a kiss from her lips in a game of Fidchell. Eochaid lost the game and also lost his wife when the kiss brought back her memories of her former life! #Celtic
Here`s the backstory: https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/115220599316076413

#WyrdWednesday #LegendaryWednesday: #Etain Echraide was transformed into a wonderful insect and forcibly driven away from her husband by his first wife Fuamach. This is what happened next:
`I am Etain. Once I was Sidhe, and a Queen, adored and admired. Now, I spread my wings, and they are beautiful, vibrant, shimmering. The wind catches them, takes me up into its arms, and I am airborne. Invisible lips blow me here, there, and I delight in my freedom, my weightlessness.
When I tire, I alight on a blossom. The petals are no match for me; they pale in my shadow, for I am a purple jewel carved from living flesh by an alien hand. The sun warms my body; I glitter in its light. I flutter my wings, and radiate bright ripples of colour and fierce joy.
But I am distracted. The flower hides a secret. Its scent draws me in, more powerful, more intoxicating than I ever experienced in my past incarnation. My wings fold as I feed on nectar sweeter than honey, more precious than the Gods’ ambrosia.` #Celtic
Source: Ali Isaac | Substack

... y plus qu'a souder !
#électronique #fer #soudage #étain #kit #elektor

#WyrdWednesday #LegendaryWednesday: `When news came to Fuamach that #Etain was so well cared by Angus, anger and jealousy came on her again. After she had Angus tricked away from Brugh na Boinn, Fuamach went and found Etain there, in her sunny house. And she turned her with Druid spells into a fly, and then she sent a blast of wind into the house, that swept her away through the window. For seven years Etain was blown to and fro through Ireland in great misery.` #Celtic
Source: Gods and Fighting Men by Lady Gregory - Project Gutenberg eBook