tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53233489427228077402024-02-08T20:45:46.676+01:00Kris & Lady CarcassKrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-25138567749444882942014-04-06T12:43:00.002+02:002014-04-06T12:43:59.436+02:00<h2 style="text-align: justify;">
<b>Trucs et astuces</b></h2>
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Une petite combine pour le cas ou il te manquerais un fusible pour ta bécane.</h4>
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Bien évidemment ce n'est que du dépannage temporaire.</h4>
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Il vous faudras par la suite remettre un véritable fusible et avant tout trouver la cause du court circuit qui à fait sauter le fusible.</div>
Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-9070912846999386952011-10-01T14:37:00.001+02:002011-10-01T14:37:50.311+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADBS5l_pZpo/TocJk9kg7sI/AAAAAAAABy4/V0GhgQqace4/s1600/307306_10150321589762462_88891422461_8306886_1424454450_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADBS5l_pZpo/TocJk9kg7sI/AAAAAAAABy4/V0GhgQqace4/s400/307306_10150321589762462_88891422461_8306886_1424454450_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658501987421974210" border="0" /></a>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-59437582876154451852011-09-11T08:17:00.001+02:002011-09-11T08:20:07.504+02:00A vendre...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpNKhN8ncF0/TmxS3gR_tFI/AAAAAAAAByw/z_Y6klSsG9A/s1600/PICT0002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpNKhN8ncF0/TmxS3gR_tFI/AAAAAAAAByw/z_Y6klSsG9A/s400/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650982745954825298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKIvpJDQjMw/TmxS3lyxesI/AAAAAAAAByo/X8DBp-G-JWc/s1600/PICT0001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKIvpJDQjMw/TmxS3lyxesI/AAAAAAAAByo/X8DBp-G-JWc/s400/PICT0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650982747434482370" border="0" /></a><br />Magnifique véhicule de colection et de marque indéterminée.<br />Petite réparation à prévoir...<br /></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-83014595562905522632010-10-28T10:38:00.003+02:002010-10-28T10:51:23.862+02:00J'ai chu, chi j'avais chu...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TMk4weK8sxI/AAAAAAAAByE/AG9XcCnyjz8/s1600/PICT0078.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TMk4weK8sxI/AAAAAAAAByE/AG9XcCnyjz8/s400/PICT0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533016022585226002" border="0" /></a><br />Mais qui est <a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%A9ridienne_Verte#Oise">l'imbécile</a> qui à tiré une ligne verte qui va de Dunkerque à Barcelone ???<br />Je me suis pris les pieds dedans et me suis ramassé. J'espère ne pas l'avoir coupée...<br />Elle passe par Cavanac, ainsi qu'à Talmas, là où je me suis marié, à Beauval, près de chez Papa et à Saint Ouen d'où vient ma Rose chérie.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-616152814002437622010-10-21T09:28:00.003+02:002010-10-21T09:44:17.118+02:00Les Justices...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uT-XIOTI/AAAAAAAABx8/iP8V1QvCOTM/s1600/PICT0059.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uT-XIOTI/AAAAAAAABx8/iP8V1QvCOTM/s400/PICT0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530400894359189810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uToC4yeI/AAAAAAAABx0/cbXiXp9ajkY/s1600/PICT0053.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uToC4yeI/AAAAAAAABx0/cbXiXp9ajkY/s400/PICT0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530400888368712162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uTfx610I/AAAAAAAABxs/_Pix1eVwOys/s1600/PICT0055.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uTfx610I/AAAAAAAABxs/_Pix1eVwOys/s400/PICT0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530400886150059842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uTFRAsyI/AAAAAAAABxk/7H6vmO80f84/s1600/PICT0068.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uTFRAsyI/AAAAAAAABxk/7H6vmO80f84/s400/PICT0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530400879032709922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uTJW9SEI/AAAAAAAABxc/tKR0u2K3UBU/s1600/PICT0061.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TL_uTJW9SEI/AAAAAAAABxc/tKR0u2K3UBU/s400/PICT0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530400880131393602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Petite rando sur une colline qui domine Cavanac à 288 mètres d'altitude.<br />D'un côté les pyrénnées avec Limoux, de l'autre la montagne noire et la citè et enfin la montagne d'Alaric vers Narbonne et la mer. Le petit village c'est Cavanac.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Quand je pense que </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >le point culminant au Danmark, situé à Yding Skovhøj dans l'est du Jutland, qui, entre nous soit dit, est la plus belle région du pays d'ailleurs, est de 173 mètres.</span>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-59118753752945738482010-09-27T10:42:00.003+02:002010-09-27T10:49:44.629+02:00Petite rando<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TKBZZ--qOlI/AAAAAAAABxU/UxL9uyr7vsw/s1600/PICT0133.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TKBZZ--qOlI/AAAAAAAABxU/UxL9uyr7vsw/s400/PICT0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521511446093642322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TKBZZa6rK1I/AAAAAAAABxM/rUN7Ro70234/s1600/PICT0136.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TKBZZa6rK1I/AAAAAAAABxM/rUN7Ro70234/s400/PICT0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521511436413250386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TKBZZRWxXaI/AAAAAAAABxE/6uXqT39DfUw/s1600/PICT0142.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TKBZZRWxXaI/AAAAAAAABxE/6uXqT39DfUw/s400/PICT0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521511433846742434" border="0" /></a>Petite randonnée, deux heures et demi quand même, derrière Cavanac, où j'ai croisé des chenilles (c'est la seule qui a bien voulu se laisser photographier), des chasseurs de sangliers, peu-être des sangliers, j'ai vu des traces...<br />J'ai vu également du thym, du romarin et des arbousiers... Tiens c'est drole je pensait pas qu'il y avait des arbouses dans la région.<br />Le temps était maussade mais c'était sympa quand même.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-51621669059672202012010-09-21T13:11:00.003+02:002010-09-21T13:20:09.369+02:00Pas très moine 2...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Les démons de Cavanac</span><br /></div><br />Cantonnés à l'extérieur de l'église la représentations des démons...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTytEl-mI/AAAAAAAABw8/IAaj1FhFJV8/s1600/PICT0123.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTytEl-mI/AAAAAAAABw8/IAaj1FhFJV8/s400/PICT0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519323842644146786" border="0" /></a>Satan, en bélier, ou en bouc...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTybmHZaI/AAAAAAAABw0/yIAR5DFAqHA/s1600/PICT0124.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTybmHZaI/AAAAAAAABw0/yIAR5DFAqHA/s400/PICT0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519323837952910754" border="0" /></a>La fille de mauvaise vie<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTxu-m-uI/AAAAAAAABws/S3pFBOceNbQ/s1600/PICT0126.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTxu-m-uI/AAAAAAAABws/S3pFBOceNbQ/s400/PICT0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519323825976048354" border="0" /></a>Paf, paf, paf le louuuuup...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTxUeApII/AAAAAAAABwk/65_R8Clb_Sc/s1600/PICT0127.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTxUeApII/AAAAAAAABwk/65_R8Clb_Sc/s400/PICT0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519323818859996290" border="0" /></a>Celle-là je sais plus...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTw7-G7RI/AAAAAAAABwc/YUEP5dUD7is/s1600/PICT0128.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJiTw7-G7RI/AAAAAAAABwc/YUEP5dUD7is/s400/PICT0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519323812283739410" border="0" /></a>et lui non plus !<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Mais le pire est résté à l'intérieur, c'est le curé pédophile...<br /></div></div>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-82990743830760635592010-09-20T09:01:00.003+02:002010-09-20T09:10:10.973+02:00Pas très moine...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJcHe3QyNXI/AAAAAAAABwU/YHlIBw9-KAM/s1600/PICT0122.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJcHe3QyNXI/AAAAAAAABwU/YHlIBw9-KAM/s400/PICT0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518888095177651570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJcHeWg1srI/AAAAAAAABwM/VvPrWNrldYA/s1600/PICT0121.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJcHeWg1srI/AAAAAAAABwM/VvPrWNrldYA/s400/PICT0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518888086386619058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJcHeF_MtbI/AAAAAAAABwE/5vSYx40ZeLs/s1600/PICT0114.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJcHeF_MtbI/AAAAAAAABwE/5vSYx40ZeLs/s400/PICT0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518888081950553522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJcHdiaqMGI/AAAAAAAABv8/91Tm0sIxRp0/s1600/PICT0112.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJcHdiaqMGI/AAAAAAAABv8/91Tm0sIxRp0/s400/PICT0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518888072402055266" border="0" /></a>J'en ai profité de ces journées du "Pas très moine" pour visiter ce lieu de culte d'une des sectes du Christianisme, l'église de Cavanac, site classé mais n'offrant pas grand intérêt, si ce n'est qu'à une minute à pieds de chez nous.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-59833511911791843002010-09-15T08:44:00.002+02:002010-09-15T08:53:23.543+02:00La via férata de Cavanac...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJBsSWweIhI/AAAAAAAABv0/_jKmPHK9mtc/s1600/PICT0106.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJBsSWweIhI/AAAAAAAABv0/_jKmPHK9mtc/s400/PICT0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517028606131184146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJBsRso02zI/AAAAAAAABvs/p0UrWhFMKr0/s1600/PICT0103.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJBsRso02zI/AAAAAAAABvs/p0UrWhFMKr0/s400/PICT0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517028594824829746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJBsRHT1a5I/AAAAAAAABvk/-EsfitdqoAY/s1600/PICT0096.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJBsRHT1a5I/AAAAAAAABvk/-EsfitdqoAY/s400/PICT0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517028584804674450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJBsQtLXONI/AAAAAAAABvc/ZBbP6qV02Tk/s1600/PICT0107.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TJBsQtLXONI/AAAAAAAABvc/ZBbP6qV02Tk/s400/PICT0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517028577789819090" border="0" /></a>Elle n'est pas longue, elle n'est pas dure mais je suis sure que Rose ne s'y risquerait pas...Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-40971003365438584362010-09-10T06:27:00.003+02:002010-09-10T06:39:37.826+02:00Le brigand de Cavanac<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TIm2bRJe9SI/AAAAAAAABvM/ZV8c3S25shY/s1600/PICT0092.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TIm2bRJe9SI/AAAAAAAABvM/ZV8c3S25shY/s400/PICT0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515139798267786530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TIm2bJW8KuI/AAAAAAAABvE/YPhqsecal1Q/s1600/r1w0s5d0f4l0x9t4o4l4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TIm2bJW8KuI/AAAAAAAABvE/YPhqsecal1Q/s400/r1w0s5d0f4l0x9t4o4l4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515139796176743138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TIm2avOHrEI/AAAAAAAABu8/Y8e8PbJ1Y3o/s1600/brigand1.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TIm2avOHrEI/AAAAAAAABu8/Y8e8PbJ1Y3o/s400/brigand1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515139789160426562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">" Lui, au moins, il n’a tué personne !<br />Au fond, on l’a poursuivi<br />mais il n’a rien fait de grave ! "</span><br /></span></div><br />Si vous évoquez l’Antougnou devant des habitants de Cavanac, la localité dont le brigand ainsi surnommé était originaire, c’est là ce qu’à coup sûr on finira par vous rétorquer. Le souvenir de ce personnage, disparu depuis un siècle et demi, n’a jamais été aussi vivant dans la mémoire des habitants actuels du " vieux village ". Et pourtant, s’il n’était aussi présent dans les récits transmis de génération en génération, que nous resterait-il de son histoire ? Les archives judiciaires retraceraient pour l’historien le piètre destin d’un homme, un petit propriétaire, confronté aux malheurs d’une terne existence. Des parents querelleurs qui se déchirent puis se séparent, une mère à l’esprit dérangé, internée sur ordre de l’autorité municipale, s’installant avec son fils devenu adulte dans une sourde violence. Pierre Sourgnes, c’est son nom, échappe un temps à l’étouffante atmosphère familiale : on le retrouve conscrit à Ferrals des Corbières. Deux ans plus tard, roulier à Béziers, il est condamné à deux ans d’emprisonnement pour coups et blessures, après qu’un procès-verbal a été dressé contre lui, par le maire de son village natal, pour mauvais traitements envers sa mère.<br /><br />Une fois sa peine purgée, à Nîmes, en 1831, il retourne dans son pays qu’il ne quittera plus jamais. Commence alors pour lui, non pas l’existence paisible d’un petit propriétaire, mais la vie errante d’un solitaire. " Chez lui ", ce n’est pas dans la maison où s’est perpétuée la suite des générations qui avec lui s’achèvent, " chez lui " c’est dans les vignes qui entourent le village, dans les collines de la Malepère, autour de Carcassonne, dans les premiers contreforts des Corbières, vers Mas des Cours, où il établit sa résidence nocturne, de garrigue en garrigue. Abandonnant parfois les hauteurs, il hante le village et les campagnes alentour, dérobant un peu de linge et de la nourriture. En 1840, son destin se précipite. Sa mère est retrouvée morte. Les rumeurs vont bon train. L’Antougnou descend de ses collines pour frapper qui l’accuse. Condamné à des peines de prison, celui dont la réputation de sauvage solitaire ne cesse de grandir échappe par deux fois à la Justice, d’une manière rocambolesque rapportée en détail par les journaux. Il épouse alors son rôle de bandit. Armé jusqu’aux dents, il menace de mort qui lui déplaît. Il lui arrive même de tirer. Pour ces seuls faits, et non pour la mort de sa mère dont il est absous, il est condamné par contumace à la peine de mort, à l’exécution par effigie, à la séquestration de ses biens. Le 24 octobre 1841, Pierre Sourgnes, dit l’Antougnou, est tué au creux d’un chemin par un tailleur et son frère. Un mois plus tôt, il leur avait dérobé une montre.<br />Prenant le relais de la Justice, la presse s’acharne sur le délinquant : [le pays tremblait] au nom d’un seul homme, comme on tremble quand on est exposé à devenir la victime d’un fléau dévastateur. On ne demandait qu’avec crainte des nouvelles de l’homme de Cavanac, et, dans ce village surtout, on ne s’entretenait qu’à voix basse, dans le secret des familles, de Pierre Sourgnes, l’effroi du pays. ". Les deux tailleurs n’ont pas délivré la contrée d’un homme mais d’une bête sauvage : " Le cadavre de Sourgnes était effrayant à voir, ses membres étaient dans la même position...<br /><br />Une de ses jambes était pliée en deux ; dans l’attitude où il était, il semblait vouloir lutter encore. Son crâne était entrouvert, ses lèvres contractées, ses dents serrées, les yeux hors de leurs orbites ; c’était le cadavre d’un monstre dont le pays est délivré par deux hommes courageux. "<br />La tradition locale prendra l’exact contre-pied de ce tableau sanglant. On raconte, encore aujourd’hui, la mort de Pierre Sourgnes comme un crime commis sur la personne d’un brigand familier, homme fort paisiblement endormi au pied d’un figuier à l’heure méridienne. Ses excès étaient ceux de la jeunesse du pays et les vols de nourriture un maraudage rituel. Seule la rigueur aveugle de l’autorité de l’époque a précipité un destin individuel dans le drame. Le hors-la-loi était bien intégré dans sa communauté. À en croire ses actuels compatriotes, ses soi-disant rapines n’étaient que des invitations un peu forcées : " Vous savez, même s’il s’invitait à dîner... Eh bien ! Les gens autrefois s’invitaient à dîner ! Mon grand-père le faisait quand il arrivait quelqu’un. Il était sorti de Villefloure et quand un de Villefloure venait habiter à Cavanac, le premier repas il le faisait chez mon grand-père. C’est pas extraordinaire. On dit même qu’un invité en amène un autre. Alors pourquoi pas lui qui avait faim, qui avait rôdé... " L’affaire est entendue. Le terrible bandit n’est qu’un brigand un peu fruste, victime de l’injustice de la Justice et qui n’a jamais terrorisé que ceux qui se sont acharnés contre lui.<br />Mais, si l’insaisissable personnage a pu être ainsi reconnu comme un des leurs par les siens, il a fallu un événement, où du moins un point d’accroche pour que le bandit ne sombre pas à tout jamais dans l’oubli où sont précipités les simples malfaiteurs : dans les documents d’époque, rien ne laissait soupçonner une sympathie particulière pour " le triste héros ". Ce point d’accroche, c’est d’abord une image, un portrait lithographié. Gamelin, le fils du célèbre peintre, a immortalisé par son dessin les traits et, surtout, l’attitude de l’Antougnou, en bandit-chasseur débonnaire.<br /><br />Source :<br />http://www.editions-verdier.fr/v3/<br /><br />http://www.editions-verdier.fr/banquet/97/n26/brigand1.htmKrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-16876578775932014732010-08-25T11:05:00.004+02:002010-08-25T11:12:09.341+02:00Caveaux et greniers bas...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THTd65GqxxI/AAAAAAAABu0/K3wNMvLMLQY/s1600/PICT0039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THTd65GqxxI/AAAAAAAABu0/K3wNMvLMLQY/s400/PICT0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509272248011900690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THTd6Z_Zm7I/AAAAAAAABus/mgav-S5FMTI/s1600/PICT0041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THTd6Z_Zm7I/AAAAAAAABus/mgav-S5FMTI/s400/PICT0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509272239659916210" /></a><br />Deux autres photos pour KatKrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-71812461624562024792010-08-23T09:04:00.002+02:002010-08-23T09:14:03.664+02:00Entre montagne et montagne...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIedyeUqrI/AAAAAAAABuk/UB1dRnfn-W4/s1600/PICT0052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIedyeUqrI/AAAAAAAABuk/UB1dRnfn-W4/s400/PICT0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508498791341533874" /></a><br />A l'ouest la montagne d' Alaric...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIedpngfGI/AAAAAAAABuc/OYTA4RIlc6M/s1600/PICT0054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIedpngfGI/AAAAAAAABuc/OYTA4RIlc6M/s400/PICT0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508498788964138082" /></a><br />... à l'est la montagne Noire.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIedAJOzOI/AAAAAAAABuU/B2tJsu0n7P8/s1600/PICT0055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIedAJOzOI/AAAAAAAABuU/B2tJsu0n7P8/s400/PICT0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508498777831296226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIecQTv6tI/AAAAAAAABuM/cs8ipG2Iprc/s1600/PICT0040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIecQTv6tI/AAAAAAAABuM/cs8ipG2Iprc/s400/PICT0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508498764990507730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIeb_rfpCI/AAAAAAAABuE/KqiQ_1V0yTA/s1600/PICT0049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/THIeb_rfpCI/AAAAAAAABuE/KqiQ_1V0yTA/s400/PICT0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508498760526701602" /></a><br />Nous sommes à Bouillonac, petit village qui mérite bien son nom. Il y fait chaud, très chaud, et, bizarement, pas un pet de vent alors qu'il souffle dur à Cavanac.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-69433518044822955822010-08-21T12:45:00.003+02:002010-08-21T12:49:24.340+02:00Not maison...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TG-uyEcjjKI/AAAAAAAABt8/Z4gq-VNYKMY/s1600/PICT0060.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TG-uyEcjjKI/AAAAAAAABt8/Z4gq-VNYKMY/s400/PICT0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507813044507610274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TG-uxQXhKuI/AAAAAAAABt0/6n9dLd9OIL0/s1600/PICT00602.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TG-uxQXhKuI/AAAAAAAABt0/6n9dLd9OIL0/s400/PICT00602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507813030527838946" /></a><br />Notre petite maison vue d'une chambre de l'hôpital, tout proche...<br />Les gros bidons devant c'est notre rosé...Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-76766186812528236872010-08-18T09:51:00.003+02:002010-08-18T09:56:01.129+02:00La Callebo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGuRpAuOjKI/AAAAAAAABts/D6o6O6KsWg0/s1600/PICT0046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGuRpAuOjKI/AAAAAAAABts/D6o6O6KsWg0/s400/PICT0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506655103145118882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGuRo_wQfwI/AAAAAAAABtk/R6MfgwbS3RA/s1600/PICT0045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGuRo_wQfwI/AAAAAAAABtk/R6MfgwbS3RA/s400/PICT0045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506655102885199618" /></a><br /><br />Callebo, un terme Occitan, intraduisible en langue française, <br />signifie "qu'il faut lever".<br />C'est un levier permettant de puiser l'eau d'un puit sans efforts.<br />Il y a une cinquantaine d'année quelques instruments de ce genre ornaient encore la bordure des puits dans les jardins potager. Ces leviers ancestraux ont peu à peu été détronnés par les motopompes.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-15021068152986716612010-08-13T11:48:00.002+02:002010-08-13T11:52:06.917+02:00De Cavanac à TrebesCavanac<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGUVkaT4DiI/AAAAAAAABtc/MpDXSNn-IpY/s1600/PICT0034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGUVkaT4DiI/AAAAAAAABtc/MpDXSNn-IpY/s400/PICT0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504829834812460578" /></a><br /><br />Trebes<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGUVkDvgD5I/AAAAAAAABtU/xInwAqxVnjQ/s1600/PICT0010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGUVkDvgD5I/AAAAAAAABtU/xInwAqxVnjQ/s400/PICT0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504829828754313106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGUVj_-RfEI/AAAAAAAABtM/mS8nQ1AB-no/s1600/PICT0009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGUVj_-RfEI/AAAAAAAABtM/mS8nQ1AB-no/s400/PICT0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504829827742530626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGUVjiwu6jI/AAAAAAAABtE/HBcgxAVZx9o/s1600/PICT0007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TGUVjiwu6jI/AAAAAAAABtE/HBcgxAVZx9o/s400/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504829819901110834" /></a>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-69112979698834019242010-08-09T12:14:00.003+02:002010-08-09T12:15:53.439+02:00Saint Amour<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF_VJYq4i1I/AAAAAAAABsk/N7UBR5FMsKM/s1600/sergio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF_VJYq4i1I/AAAAAAAABsk/N7UBR5FMsKM/s400/sergio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503351626887891794" /></a><br />Aujourd'hui c'est la Saint Amour, c'est également l'anniversaire de mon père.<br />Bon anniversaire Papa.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-1375890902819807672010-08-09T08:01:00.003+02:002010-08-09T08:09:31.815+02:00Carca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF-a9RpXNYI/AAAAAAAABsc/G66Fktta85U/s1600/PICT0122.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF-a9RpXNYI/AAAAAAAABsc/G66Fktta85U/s400/PICT0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503287647169623426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF-a9B6iAsI/AAAAAAAABsU/L29zUmQPg7w/s1600/PICT0116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF-a9B6iAsI/AAAAAAAABsU/L29zUmQPg7w/s400/PICT0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503287642946667202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF-a86pBdDI/AAAAAAAABsM/e5v2Po8cBt0/s1600/PICT0108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF-a86pBdDI/AAAAAAAABsM/e5v2Po8cBt0/s400/PICT0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503287640994182194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF-a8drGAvI/AAAAAAAABsE/FPmyQqfa824/s1600/PICT0119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TF-a8drGAvI/AAAAAAAABsE/FPmyQqfa824/s400/PICT0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503287633218241266" /></a>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-62881573332813402322010-08-07T07:12:00.003+02:002010-08-07T07:21:30.383+02:00Promenade autoue de Saint Hilaire.En partant de Carcassonne...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr73-uAbI/AAAAAAAABr8/ZFsWELIeDwg/s1600/PICT0098.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr73-uAbI/AAAAAAAABr8/ZFsWELIeDwg/s400/PICT0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502532258611724722" /></a><br /><br />Greffeil<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr7al6n_I/AAAAAAAABr0/L8Pqmkk0WLM/s1600/PICT0090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr7al6n_I/AAAAAAAABr0/L8Pqmkk0WLM/s400/PICT0090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502532250723065842" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr7M20NRI/AAAAAAAABrs/nc8ueTdQhag/s1600/PICT0087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr7M20NRI/AAAAAAAABrs/nc8ueTdQhag/s400/PICT0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502532247035852050" /></a><br /><br />Saint Hilaire<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr6SBu9LI/AAAAAAAABrk/7ZjZdSYDjMQ/s1600/PICT0083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr6SBu9LI/AAAAAAAABrk/7ZjZdSYDjMQ/s400/PICT0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502532231243953330" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr6FA-V4I/AAAAAAAABrc/1WvL_f1YCSI/s1600/PICT0081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFzr6FA-V4I/AAAAAAAABrc/1WvL_f1YCSI/s400/PICT0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502532227751106434" /></a><br />Bon, maintenant c'est l'heure de l'apéro, il est temps de rentrer...Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-50563795427445482572010-08-05T19:09:00.002+02:002010-08-05T19:11:05.818+02:00A ma tante...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFrwf6dj10I/AAAAAAAABrU/lLHQwMUMCJQ/s1600/PICT0082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TFrwf6dj10I/AAAAAAAABrU/lLHQwMUMCJQ/s400/PICT0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501974325846333250" /></a><br />Je suis sur que mes frangines voient de qui je veux parler...Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-76756580918908323932010-07-21T15:18:00.001+02:002010-07-21T15:20:32.179+02:00L'oignon de ma femme...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEb0CZ2eqDI/AAAAAAAABrM/rsX4JGVz4AY/s1600/PICT0170.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEb0CZ2eqDI/AAAAAAAABrM/rsX4JGVz4AY/s400/PICT0170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496348717388572722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEb0CJgtnhI/AAAAAAAABrE/J5ACxU0wfc8/s1600/PICT0171.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEb0CJgtnhI/AAAAAAAABrE/J5ACxU0wfc8/s400/PICT0171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496348713002311186" /></a>Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-85607305907645720462010-07-19T09:00:00.004+02:002010-07-19T09:07:20.898+02:00Les choses les plus simples...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP5Tuw8DbI/AAAAAAAABq8/8d7dlBVJXpQ/s1600/PICT0161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP5Tuw8DbI/AAAAAAAABq8/8d7dlBVJXpQ/s400/PICT0161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495510087688261042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4s2o9ZoI/AAAAAAAABq0/ws-Nd-CU8o8/s1600/PICT0158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4s2o9ZoI/AAAAAAAABq0/ws-Nd-CU8o8/s400/PICT0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495509419787380354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4srJX_TI/AAAAAAAABqs/uaxqmJvjTO4/s1600/PICT0159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4srJX_TI/AAAAAAAABqs/uaxqmJvjTO4/s400/PICT0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495509416702115122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4scTi56I/AAAAAAAABqk/KknCcU5p214/s1600/PICT0163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4scTi56I/AAAAAAAABqk/KknCcU5p214/s400/PICT0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495509412718241698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4sMPlJWI/AAAAAAAABqc/4q79dzfdgNY/s1600/PICT0167.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4sMPlJWI/AAAAAAAABqc/4q79dzfdgNY/s400/PICT0167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495509408406644066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4rt2xjVI/AAAAAAAABqU/JPhBPkGrS38/s1600/PICT0164.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEP4rt2xjVI/AAAAAAAABqU/JPhBPkGrS38/s400/PICT0164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495509400249535826" /></a><br /><br />Un petit crotin, une fine tranche de lard, une grande feuille de figuier et quelques morceaux de charbon de bois... Du Rosé frais et un soleil de satan, voilà de quoi nous réjouir !!!Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-32163198697612360022010-07-18T09:52:00.002+02:002010-07-18T09:55:55.502+02:00Bo soleil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEKzRBKqTBI/AAAAAAAABqM/Ekc0jAp7NZM/s1600/PICT0157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEKzRBKqTBI/AAAAAAAABqM/Ekc0jAp7NZM/s400/PICT0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495151600297724946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEKzQcGUoLI/AAAAAAAABqE/_n50Ho-Xg5o/s1600/PICT0153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEKzQcGUoLI/AAAAAAAABqE/_n50Ho-Xg5o/s400/PICT0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495151590347415730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEKzQAAZYkI/AAAAAAAABp8/BEXp2cAYqgA/s1600/PICT0146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TEKzQAAZYkI/AAAAAAAABp8/BEXp2cAYqgA/s400/PICT0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495151582806368834" /></a><br /><br />Ciel bleu à l'horizon...Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-71595881311831707122010-07-13T14:24:00.002+02:002010-07-13T14:32:42.885+02:00Vieux et con à la fois ???Oh putain je deviens vieux, manquerais plus qu'à la fois je devienne con. Hier, et sans avoir picolé, je me suis endormi sur les coups de vingt et une heure devant la télé. Il faut dire qu'il y avait de quoi, ils avaient décalé un nouveau feuilleton assez sympa par un espèce de télé boutique achat. Il y avait là un espèce de bonimenteur, plus menteur que boni d'ailleurs, avec une voix doucereuse et mielleuse qui essayait de nous faire prendre des vessies pour des lanternes. Je ne sais pas ce qu'il essayait de nous vendre mais je ne pense pas que ça aie marché. Souhaitons que la prochaine fois France 2 remplace ce petit bonhomme pas Pierre Belmare ou Laurent Cabrol.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-23029806881908485382010-07-09T13:20:00.002+02:002010-07-09T13:22:30.700+02:00Pour Agnes aussi...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDcGRbas2GI/AAAAAAAABp0/iVIu8uuS_44/s1600/PICT0135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDcGRbas2GI/AAAAAAAABp0/iVIu8uuS_44/s400/PICT0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491865167088900194" /></a><br /><br />Mais peut-être pas pour un usage culinaire...<br />De jolis concombre espagnols.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323348942722807740.post-57283590816218707302010-07-09T08:09:00.003+02:002010-07-09T08:22:37.132+02:00Pour Agnes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa_Bk79faI/AAAAAAAABps/uPesmBUbJXA/s1600/PICT0085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa_Bk79faI/AAAAAAAABps/uPesmBUbJXA/s400/PICT0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491786829440843170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa_BTo3H6I/AAAAAAAABpk/8l81bxjtAUY/s1600/PICT0092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa_BTo3H6I/AAAAAAAABpk/8l81bxjtAUY/s400/PICT0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491786824797331362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa_BG__ELI/AAAAAAAABpc/kbCo_bE--_M/s1600/PICT0083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa_BG__ELI/AAAAAAAABpc/kbCo_bE--_M/s400/PICT0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491786821404659890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa_A83uV3I/AAAAAAAABpU/kOPTlzN2ytg/s1600/PICT0079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa_A83uV3I/AAAAAAAABpU/kOPTlzN2ytg/s400/PICT0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491786818685654898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-H9bvTuI/AAAAAAAABpM/RSyCUsFAFG4/s1600/PICT0073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-H9bvTuI/AAAAAAAABpM/RSyCUsFAFG4/s400/PICT0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491785839584169698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-HjynQjI/AAAAAAAABpE/T0tTR6GykNk/s1600/PICT0070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-HjynQjI/AAAAAAAABpE/T0tTR6GykNk/s400/PICT0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491785832700789298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-Hdw2qkI/AAAAAAAABo8/nepbXrPJapE/s1600/PICT0067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-Hdw2qkI/AAAAAAAABo8/nepbXrPJapE/s400/PICT0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491785831082797634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-HPfmgbI/AAAAAAAABo0/GrAKR0PTC-M/s1600/PICT0065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-HPfmgbI/AAAAAAAABo0/GrAKR0PTC-M/s400/PICT0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491785827252339122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-G1MYJSI/AAAAAAAABos/UkKirhY6ANg/s1600/PICT0096.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLqn0VSFc8A/TDa-G1MYJSI/AAAAAAAABos/UkKirhY6ANg/s400/PICT0096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491785820192384290" /></a><br /><br />Voilà les fleurs du jardin, il ne manque plus que toi ma petite Agnes.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16923365774929593861noreply@blogger.com5