{"id":16464,"date":"2022-02-06T05:09:12","date_gmt":"2022-02-06T04:09:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=16464"},"modified":"2022-02-06T05:09:12","modified_gmt":"2022-02-06T04:09:12","slug":"il-etait-une-fois-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=16464","title":{"rendered":"Il \u00e9tait une fois"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Pour l&rsquo;Herbier de po\u00e9sies, <a href=\"https:\/\/imagesreves.blogspot.com\/2022\/01\/pour-la-page-192_0818978230.html\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><strong>ICI<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, Adamante propose d&rsquo;\u00e9crire sur <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><strong>une de mes photos <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Il existe certains lieux, \u00e0 certaines heures, o\u00f9 l&rsquo;on se met \u00e0 croire \u00e0 la magie.<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-16475\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/IMG_2640_v2-236x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"236\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/IMG_2640_v2-236x300.jpg 236w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/IMG_2640_v2.jpg 456w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 236px) 100vw, 236px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Dans la Cit\u00e9*, une armada de touristes se presse, se bouscule. Partout r\u00e8gne un brouhaha bon enfant. Les gens sourient, s&rsquo;exclament bruyamment face \u00e0 une porte particuli\u00e8rement ouvrag\u00e9e ou une maison \u00e0 colombages merveilleusement restaur\u00e9e. Et puis, la journ\u00e9e s&rsquo;ach\u00e8ve.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Au clair de la lune-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Plus personne dans les rues<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Sauf un chat cr\u00e2neur<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>Le calme retrouv\u00e9, la Cit\u00e9 semble reprendre sa respiration apr\u00e8s tant de bruit, de pas claquant les pav\u00e9s. Les volets sont referm\u00e9s sur leurs secrets. Les boutiques \u00e0 frites, \u00e0 souvenirs et autres babioles \u00e9tiquet\u00e9es moyen \u00e2ge, ont clos\u00a0 \u00e0 double tour\u00a0 vantaux et grilles coulissantes. L&rsquo;ambiance se travestit en quelque chose d&rsquo;indicible. La maison hant\u00e9e, le mus\u00e9e de l&rsquo;inquisition, les histoires des tournois de chevalerie, le ch\u00e2teau comtal,\u00a0 tout un cal\u00e9idoscope d&rsquo;invisibles tourbillonne au gr\u00e9 de la tramontane.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Une heure du mat&rsquo;-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Au c\u0153ur de la ville haute<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Fant\u00f4mes en vadrouille<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-16476\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/IMG_2640_v3-263x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"263\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/IMG_2640_v3-263x300.jpg 263w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/IMG_2640_v3.jpg 388w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 263px) 100vw, 263px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>Mais&#8230; tout n&rsquo;est pas occult\u00e9. Ici ou l\u00e0, un magasin laisse sa vitrine \u00e9clair\u00e9e. Il en est un au fond d&rsquo;une ruelle sombre o\u00f9 se pressent une multitude de poup\u00e9es, ours en peluche, figurines n\u00e9es de contes et l\u00e9gendes, bibelots nacr\u00e9s de f\u00e9es et d&rsquo;angelots&#8230;\u00a0 C&rsquo;est comme une fen\u00eatre ouverte sur un autre monde.\u00a0 On se prend \u00e0 r\u00eaver.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>Il \u00e9tait une fois l&rsquo;heure<\/p>\n<p>De d\u00e9raisonner-<\/p>\n<p>Abracadabra<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-large wp-image-16487\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/IMG_2640_v4-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/IMG_2640_v4-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/IMG_2640_v4-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/IMG_2640_v4.jpg 792w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>MMR ( tous droits r\u00e9serv\u00e9s)<\/p>\n<p>* La Cit\u00e9:\u00a0 il s&rsquo;agit de la tr\u00e8s vieille cit\u00e9 de Carcassonne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pour l&rsquo;Herbier de po\u00e9sies, ICI, Adamante propose d&rsquo;\u00e9crire sur une de mes photos Il existe certains lieux, \u00e0 certaines heures, o\u00f9 l&rsquo;on se met \u00e0 croire \u00e0 la magie. Dans la Cit\u00e9*, une armada de touristes se presse, se bouscule. Partout r\u00e8gne un brouhaha bon enfant. Les gens sourient, s&rsquo;exclament bruyamment face \u00e0 une porte [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[900],"tags":[1383,85,37,1134,1382,300],"class_list":["post-16464","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lherbier-de-poesie","tag-bibelots","tag-haibun","tag-haikus","tag-la-cite-de-carcassonne","tag-poupees","tag-vitrine"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16464","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=16464"}],"version-history":[{"count":24,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16464\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16492,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16464\/revisions\/16492"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16464"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16464"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16464"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}