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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#Meuse #étain

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

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