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The Horrors – Luminous

I must say: I didn’t expect so much for my b-day… Geezus… Thanx… #OhTheHorrors

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The Horrors announced their fourth album today, Luminous. It’s due to be released on May 8th and the debut single, I See You is debuting tonight on Zane Lowe’s Radio 1 show at 7pm (GMT)
To stay upto date, listen to Radio 1’s online stream via the link below
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/player/bbc_radio_one

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This time we had to try an Italian place that we had been ”warned” about: we had heard things such as ”oh, that is such an expensive place” and ”oh, it is not worth the price that it is…” – and what did we do?  We couldn’t refrain from trying it out and find out the veracity of those critiques all by ourselves! We are talking about IL BOCCALINI on De L’Èglise, in Ville Saint-Laurent. We simply had to test it ourselves…

And, you know what? We shouldn’t have bothered.

With our Portuguese mindset, we were convinced BOCCALINI refered to the mouth: but if it were a Portuguese joint, it would translate as Os Bocais – not As Bocas!  (Podia ter sido pior: podia ter sido Boçal!) Literally: boccalini would be all about… hoses then?  Say it isn’t so, Italianos…! (Admittedly, it cannot be: it must be referring to the jars in which spices are contained – something like that!)

Thus, we half-expected something akin to DANS LA BOUCHE (another resto place we’ll focus on soon enough here…!) or a cross between that and a fine ristorante…!

IL BOCCALINI‘s owner (Fabio) and original Maitre D (and co-owner; Aldo) are somewhat legendary now: the restaurant does double as a conference site for its loyal clientele and catering service too – since circa 1988, no less.

On their menu: pasta (of course) pizza (of course) and… VEAL.

This resto is most definitely some sort of cosa nostra indeed – not in the organized Sicilian complete-with Omertà sense, but in the sense that it is a family-business; with all its charms and pratfalls.  It was a tad alarming to learn that the chef was the Papa – not even the Mama…  Sort of reminded me of my uncle Giuseppe…!  But we caught a glimpse of him heading out of the kitchen to greet a quatuor of regular customers from his age group, and he seemed alert and in a good disposition on that night – so all fears of finding things over or undercooked dissipated immediately.  Even better, we could stay in the restaurant at ease, too, as we no longer expected the kitchen to burn down incessantly. The staff didn’t seem predominantly Italiano though; which seemed a tad odd.  Every single one of them could wish you buon appetito at a drop of a hat though…

When the entrée arrived, we saw the Italiano stratagem very clearly for all it’s worth: the so-called bowl for the soup is as flat as it can be, so one gets less soup! The antipasto was an ordeal to go through; only nice surprise was the slices of melon hiding underneath – nice touch!  One could swear that they actually count the capers disposed in the rectangular plate… When one is done with such an entrée, the bread on the table is so very appreciated.

The main dish was sort of the same deal: we had been enough good sports to trust what the waiter had told us, and so we went all fishy there (well, it was a Friday evening!) with the results being quite fishy indeed…  The catch of the day seemed well-cooked and just fine: but why a side-dish of spinach resting on top of two measly slices of potatoes?  Me, I had the misfortune of falling for the sound of ”stuffed calamari with pasta and parmagiani” – it sounds good, does it not?  Well, I am still unable to identify the nature of the two infinitesimal foreign objects found in my first piece of stuffed calmar; although it looked like two very short toothpicks placed there in order to aid the stuffing process… The waiter could have warned us of their possible presence!  Let’s just say that it is a good thing I do not simply bite into my food without care…!   I took out these two thingies and left them on the little plate for inquiry, but the busboy took away the incriminating evidence before I had a chance to broach the subject with waiter-man there; or to even snap a picture!  Too bad…

Come to think of it, I was equally unsure about the nature of the very stuffing there: it tasted like something form the sea, but it was fishy for other reasons, too – alas.  And the pasta accompanying it wasn’t anything to write home about either – or even blog about, here, really…

Coffee, tea and desserts were somewhat better: but how hard is it to make coffee or tea, really?  An Italian place has to be apt to make the best cappuccinos or espressos anyway – it’s a pre-requisite!  We’ll give to Caesare what rightfully goes to Caesare though: that Tiramisu was something else! In fact, it was exceptional, due to the fact that it was different, too: it was all cake, all the way to its base, which is normally some slightly crispy fixture that holds the entire thing together! For this, we must say… Bravo… Bravissimo – for putting back the *all-cake* texture into the Tiramisu (when it was really never there) … !

If only the entire dinner had been so skillfully handled…!

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Happy B&G… in BG! You gotta love it!
Truth be told, there is at least one more Happy Bar & Grill venue in existence in Europe – no, we haven’t been there, not that one – in Spain, of all possible places… Why aren’t there any in England, Ireland, Portugal, Greece, France, Italia…? Probably because the market isn’t so sure there…? But it is so in Bulgaria, where it was founded in fact (Happy being the brainchild of a local business entrepreneur – da!)  and it is firmly established there with eight main restaurants as well as ”roadside venues” across their land, overall.

For our part, we visited the one located in the capital itself, Sofia, at 4, Sveta Nedelia Sqr.

Not much else to say about it, other than what follows: it truly is that piece of the Balkans’ answer to the USA’s Friday’s and Canada’s Nickel’s…! Read on…!

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They say it isn’t fair to compare – but after all the bistros in Paris, one simply has to measure them up against those places in Eastern Europe; places like this one, in the capital of Bulgaria (a mere two-hour flight away!) And, to be honest, I prefer this: a sort of TGI Friday’s or Nickels of the Balkans! What’s NOT to love about it? Starting with the menus – menus you can actually read (!) and each and every dish is even pictured, too, so that every foreigner and visitor can have an extremely accurate idea of what he or she is ordering! Great salads – which is a must in Bulgaria, of course! Those trademarked ”Happy Potatoes” are something else: try them! The beer is great – Tuborg and company are all there, as well it should be – and the decor is just what you need to feel right at home and comfortable when gathering up with your friends. We didn’t have dessert (no room for it, that time!) but from the looks of it, we will – next time! Now, as for the service, though provided by smiling waitresses in alluring outfits, was only okay – neither too fast nor too slow. I would say that you do get your levs’ worth going there – but it isn’t extremely healthy food, evidently!

I’ll still go there again, whenever I am back in Bulgaria…!

Le St-André – à Paris! Au coeur du quartier latin, ce charmant petit bistro convivial et chaleureux charmera tout le monde; grands et moyennement grands!  

Now, for this particular review, we will post do as we did for reviews 2.0 and 3.0 – post here first, proofread, and then post it on TripAdvisor as well!  Hence, perhaps this is the main frame for these reviews and we’re truly backing them up on TripAdvisor!  That will be the preferred method of this wordy pundit blogger from this moment onward anyway!

As an added feature, we had the time, for this one (et nous avons eu la présence d’esprit, aussi) to make a little video of the place – but only as we left and looked back at it…!  You will excuse us for wanting to enjoy our break, our meal, our drinks… Without any camera-handling of any kind… hmm?  The video is on YouTube and here it is, too:

And so, without further ado, the proper review…!

After a few hours of exploring Paris and its many attractions, what can be better than finding a nice little place where you can satiate that worked-up appetite with quality food at a satisfying, reasonable price? We found that place immediately at… le Saint-André! The waiter was actually outside -for whatever reason- and invited us in to check out their menu. Some will say it is another example of hawker-at-work, brow beating the cattle into their snack shacks… Me, I’ll just say… What proactive ingenuity! And so we did and found the place cozy, above all; for, as far as the menu went, it was pretty much the exact same thing as we’d seen everywhere else. There definitely is such a thing as some kind of consensus, a standardization of the menus in Paris: for each and every ”resto” or ”bistro” offers the same basic things and virtually all of them have their lunch hour special for anything between 11-to-15 euros, all-inclusive: a little entrée or a dessert, the main dish and a drink. Now, to get back to our main attraction today here, le St.-André is clearly labeled as a ”brasserie” first and foremost – just one look at it and you will notice that the bar is well-garnished and stacked with everything you may desire. But since we were there around lunchtime, and not in the evening, all we had was beer – and coffee! The food was served hot and within a reasonable delay. Whenever we needed anything else, there was someone available to get it for us – eventually! I cannot speak for the rest of our party, but *me* I was willing to go back there in the evening, on some other day, and to make exclusive use of the bar this time! It would have been really easy to find our way back there, seeing as it is practically right in front of the St. Michel metropolitain station! But we ran out of time in our short stay in Paris – and couldn’t return there, not even for a digestif. It’ll be for the next time we drop by ”la Ville-Lumière” then…!

The best from the North End of fabled Boston, Massachusetts!

When in Boston, make sure that you stop by La Galleria 33: whether you do it for lunch, brunch or dinner, you will be delighted!  We know we were…!  😉

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This photo of La Galleria 33 is courtesy of TripAdvisor – or one of its reviewers, really!

The full review is to be found there – of course – on TripAdvisor!

Still pending, as it is, at posting time here!

UPDATE: Oops – no, my bad – it got approved with flying colors and here it is in its entirety right now!

What a palatable delight and what an exquisite evening we spent at La Galleria 33, the last time we were in Boston! We were delighted to get a good table just by walking in and being greeted on the spot by Lisa, whom we’d gotten a glimpse of on that famous HDTV show there… Pressed by time and mainly preoccupied with the simple task of just enjoying the city of Boston, despite the cold, we elected to go to La Galleria 33 pretty much on the last minute: and we did not regret it one iota! Great soothing food, piping hot off the stove and/or freshly taken out of the oven, with a Samuel Adams on the side – what more can one ask for? The veal paradiso is aptly named, I can guarantee you! The bruschetta was satisfying too. And I can vouch for the great sense of humour and witty repartee that can be exchanged between you and the staff: I would have expected nothing less from Bostonians true and true!

I applaud the slight changes that have improved this establishment even more since their appearance on that certain TV show: but I will respectfully disagree with Gordon Ramsay when he stated that this fine place was becoming a ”restaurant of convenience” and nothing else beyond that. What he dubs convenience I call comfort – and La Galleria 33 is one of those fine comforting places where you will find comfort, traditional food at very reasonable prices. Comparing the menu now from what I’d seen in the past, I’d say they never lost their groove – they just amped it up an extra notch, perhaps due to Ramsay’s ”in your face” style, most probably…? If it is to be attributed to him, then surely the addition of brunch to La Galleria 33’s offerings certainly can be declared laudable indeed and, for that, we must be extremely thankful then!

Nota Bene: Yes, folks; we will use the space here to palliate to a problem encountered on another site (that is unworthy of even being mentioned by name! No; not TripAdvisor!) – thus, we will back-up all of our restaurant reviews (and even add to them) here!  WordPress is the ideal home for that!

Sempre Por O Melhor!
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TROPICANA – CUBA!

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Truth be told, when we signed on for a tour of La Habana, this was part of the package and so, whether we wanted to end up there or not, we would.  The overall price included a drink, a bottle of RUM per table and a coke per person! Plus each gent was offered a complimentary cigar at the entrance – I have kept mine as a sentimental keepsake and do not plan on smoking it anytime soon!

Now for the show itself: as the stage is so huge, you can easily be overwhelmed by it all (our friend RON can help in that too, admittedly) as there are girls everywhere, on three levels, the music is very nearly deafening and the spectacle dazzling to say the least. Even if it wasn’t so complicated (and somewhat costly) to take pictures of the show, it proves to be pointless as you cannot possibly do it justice and capture the entire magnitude of it on any given shot.  We didn’t even try, in fact, as our package promised us a DVD of the entire show we were going to see and even on it the full splendour of that evening is not as evident as it should be.  Truly, you have TO BE THERE in order to truly appreciate this and enjoy it at its fullest!

One word of advice though: when going to the washroom, have a peso or five handy, for tipping…!

Many thanks to our guide to the show and the city; Joel!

(No, that’s not him, below…)

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Image   Located at the heart of everything -which is ever so interesting come summertime and Festival season- this trendy and classy place will please anyone who wants to dine in style; or simply take a much-deserved pause amidst the urban chaos that Montreal can muster any day of the week – and a hundred-fold during Festival season, to tell the truth! 

This gem of a Café is located on Peel street, truly close to everything therefore, and is but the cornerstone of the conquista (as I was joking with the staff) initiated 17 years ago already – during the 300th anniversary of the city they set up shop in. Since then, the Café Vasco Da Gama and the F Bar -among other ventures- have joined the ranks of the Ferreira brand which continues to grow and prosper, bringing the flavors and refinement of Portugal to the economical capital of the area.  They’ve expanded in every way: on top of the delights you can find on their menu (we highly recommend their grilled salmon with kalamata olives!) they offer their clientèle a chance to bring home the wines, olive oils, Piri Piri hot sauce, ”vintage canned goods” and even full dining set (or piece by piece) in the Ferreira boutique…!

Desserts are also au rendez-vous as it should be expected with a Portuguese cuisine specialist: seriously now, you cannot deprive yourself of one or several delectable pasteis de nata – I know I don’t!  😉

All in all, the Ferreira Café and F Bar are the places to be if you want something out of the ordinary and within walking distance of la Place des Arts, Cours Mont-Royal and le Quartier des Spectacles…!

Le Bistro Sutton Pub

Now, this one wants to be it all: a bistro, a pub, a sports bar, a diner, a restaurant… The one-stop place, in the center of it all, in Sutton, for all the hikers, skiers and so on…!  We know that location is everything and it is hard to discuss the location of this one: why, it is NUMBER ONE: on the main street too!  (You may have guessed it, if you didn’t know it already: they are located at 1, Rue Principale Sud, in the Sutton village that is surrounded by mountains and lakes – pittoresque, je vous le dis! Mais quand même…)

20130525_141309   On a hiking trip, we arrived there exhausted and were told that they didn’t expect  to see anyone anytime soon – that ‘s nice…!   You see, it had been raining that day (which didn’t discourage the hiking-maniacs and nature-lovers that we all are, in our little group there…) so we persevered and only gave in and headed for the PUB here when we were really soaked up!   Once there, we wanted what anyone in the area would call ”un p’tit remontant” – and they were actually out of brandy! Qu’à cela ne tienne… the pub was well-stacked with cognac and so we had that, in our tea!  Next up: grab a bite!  We look at their menu (which we practically had to beg for, oddly enough…?)  and nothing jumps at us as a ”must try” – except, maybe, the sweet potato fries…?

There was something else funny about that menu: the French side lists some chicken dish as ”amélioré” – upgraded and enhanced, in other words. On the English side, it is not the same dish but the one listed below it -some hamburger steak- that is clearly listed as ”upgraded” – what gives?!?  We were so in doubt (and the waitress so, ah, shall we say all over the place?) that we simply ordered salads for everyone!  Personally, the spicy salad hit the spot just fine – coupled with those sweet potato fries, remember them?  A cold lager on top of it all, and I was satiated – at long last!  But there was no intent whatsoever on our part to inquire about possible desserts… All in all: reasonable prices, no offuscation if we forget to tip (but, fear not, we did tip!) – service ”courtois” as they say – ”sans plus” though; unless you’re a regular patron of the sports bar section, which comes complete with its little gambling machines, pool table and giant screen!

I then took to proceed as I always do, whenever I stop by some place for the very first time – I went picture-hunting!  And here are some of the results of that…

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Isn’t it appreciable that the establishment feels the need to further ostracize their clientèle from ever wandering behind and beyond the bar…?

20130525_124648 20130525_133048     Right: Rickard’s is good – but hardly ”divine”…  Left: now that was creativity (in recycling) that I had to underline here and applaud as it is quickly noticeable that they turned Heineken bottles (and far more colorful Corona bottles too; not pictured) into salt and pepper dispensers.

Priceless!

Bravo!

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The sports bar aspect is enhanced by a permanent display of sports memorabilia: including vintage hockey masks and trading cards featuring several of the ”greats”…!

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From the outside, the Bistro Pub looks like a Victorian house recently renovated for a quick re-sale!

Must be fun to sit on that elongated porch, come summertime…  Going there in late May, we thought we were close enough – but no…

It actually snowed on Sutton that day: after all the downpour of rain (but no hail, mercifully) the hiking trip ended with snow…  Ugh!  Emmerdant – as André Arthur would say!  😉

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Another place to try, maybe…?

”Au Coeur Des Saisons”  – wow!

We felt like we were in-between two of them right there…

Lest we had a mixture of three out of four…!

The name of that place makes me think of a song though… not the happiest of songs either…  This one. 

Unless it is this one it should make me think about…?

Anyway…

Sure, we’ll try it, too – next time we stop by… Sutton!

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It was between this one and le Louvre on that slightly cloudy day in Paris: and, quite frankly, I am glad Musée d’Orsay won out in the end! (Don’t ask why – or how!) There was a queue (it cannot be avoided) but once we got in, all the wonders awaiting us amply made up for any pent-up feeling of frustration! (We had spent quality time outside, waiting in line, at any rate: there are musicians there, selling their CDs! So… ah… no, we didn’t exactly buy any CDs this time – burnt as we have been by our supporting Cuban and Dominican musicians with extremely low-quality music production values, as far as the actual CD quality goes…! On est qui, au juste, nous: le mécénat ambulant alors?!? Il y a bien des limites à tout, Sacrebleu! Such music is best enjoyed LIVE – so we gave them some euros, on the spot!  Voilà! They can be traced, I am sure, via this service right here… They’ll be around the museum when YOU drop by, too; I am sure! As for me, I see far more interesting things outside the museum than merely that...!)

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The permanent expositions on Gauguin and Van Gogh (among many other artists; we would be remiss if we did not mention the names of Georges Rochegrosse and Edgar Degas – but there are so many here and they are only some of the many tips of the iceberg here!) are well-worth the price of admission here – evidently.  Thematic expositions complement the visit, but to see those, on top of the permanent expo, you will have to fork over extra euros – of course!  It is just too bad that we cannot take pictures of all the fine sculptures and paintings, so many treasures that belong to the PEOPLE, really; however, we bought the book ”LE MUSÉE D’ORSAY À 360 DEGRÉS” which is, practically, the entire museum’s catalogue in just about as many pages.  For an additional 25 euros (again on top of the price of admission, of course; which is as low as 9 euros for the main attractions, excluding that temporary exposition there) it is a good investment, je suppose…!  For it is like taking the entire museum with you; and having taken all the pictures you wanted, in optimal conditions too!  Each time you peruse the book, you are THERE – once more! Pardi…! And… that book makes for a great keepsake, surely!

Although pictures were formally forbidden, we managed to take a few snapshots – needless to mention!  We and a hundred other visitors…!  Those shots are to be found elsewhere on the blogosphere; but here is a sample…

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Lembranças…

Originally seen on TLB Prime, unedited…

Then again on my Luminous Writings portfolio…

The Historian in me is alive and well – even though he never agreed to sign up with the System and repeat, ad nauseam, the inculcated, accepted so-called facts to a disinterested audience. I will, however, do some rehashing of those facts – on occasion, in my own way, with verve. And whenever I do such a thing, the truth will come out.


There is a monument in the shape of a cross
that stands a mere few feet away from the church where I was baptized, lo, not all that long ago… 
L’église St-Martin.
 

 The cross stands very tall – about 12 feet tall – on the grass that belongs to a school actually; a school I never attended, somehow – l’École Leblanc. I remember my father showing me this monument, stopping there to make some pictures of the little man I was back then, in the 70s, one summertime walk… The monument has been there since 1941 – which is the year another dear relative of mine was born… They commemorated, with this monument,the 400th anniversary of the arrival of one Jacques Cartier in the area, in 1541 thus. The plaque that states all that took another 50 years to find its way there though, having been installed only in 1991 by a government anxious to complete unfinished works left scattered all about the province of Quebec by its predecessors who’d briefly gained the power reins…

Jacques Cartier’s third voyage of 1541 has been summed up with three words:

“failure, suspension & retirement.”

Aside from Cartier, the monument has much greater significance for me, personally,

and this in several ways too, as can be evident already.

There are the childhood memories, of course, first and foremost.

The 1970s were golden years to me, for so many good reasons.

I also remember 1991 very well –

two out of those three words that qualified Cartier’s final voyage

would equally apply for that year as well,

as far as a certain other person of my entourage was concerned back then…

Well, at some point anyway, it seemed to be that way.

However, appearances are always so deceiving – and so it was, there too…
But I digress – and verse nostalgic by the same token there.

Let us rather focus on the monument once more -it is a huge white, immaculate cross,with a crest embedded in its center and the years 1541 and 1941 blazoned across said crest…
It looks very stylish, very elegant and has not changed one iota in all these years…
On the plaque, there is an enchanting hymn that always captivated my imagination, for as long as I can remember – and I would only find out why as an adult, of course.
It is highly interesting, also, that a web search unearthed many different lyrics and versions of the hymn in question – which is titled Vexilla Regis
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Artiste: Noctes
Chanson: Vexilla Regis Prodeunt Inferni

Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy I reclaim.
As a fallen god, with the lunar legions by my side
On dragon wings I fly. Behold-the etheral shades of night

Pletoric formations of dark dancing past the aeons of the eleusinian vast
Within a dream, my honour to last, to sprout throughout my blood
to strengthen my heart.
The heaven torns apart as twillight shreds and thunder.
With a vampire breath I whirl the frost, to storm within my kingdom to come
Dead winter enthrones.

Vexilla regis produent inferni
As a phantom of night I ride, by thy side

The Archangels revocation of the dead
The apocalyptic revelation
The arrival of plague and death.
The Armageddon revolution-to come

Astral sparks of fire, descending to ablaze
The landscapes drained by sulphur rain
from the canopy licked by flames
Shadows walks the earth, to ravish life and glee
To walk the fields of reverie, sowing dark in dreams to be

Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy I reclaim.
As a fallen god, with the lunar legions by my side
On dragon wings I fly. Behold-the etheral shades of night

Clamant-the silence-as blood to my ears
The battlescreams echoes has vanished, faded into the past

The black sun is falling into the abyss
with the lakes of dark blood to merge
The sky is aflame, when I ride through the night
as a phantom through fire I fly
Armageddon…The final redemption of wrath

Dies Irae…

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Despite the gusto and allure of the preceding, the original latin and French version that is quoted on the plaque is much more one of DEVOTION than one so… Apocalyptic! Although I like apocalyptic – aye, I do! Almost as much as I like nostalgic, romantic, antique and antics…
But I’ve just digressed once again right there, I do believe…
The following is, hence, the Latin & French *classic* version:
(Not all the latin is translated though – if anyone can help with that, feel free to do so!)
It is to be found in its entirety here:
http://www.vexilla-regis.com/textevr/VEXILLA%20Regis%20prodeunt.htm)
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VEXILLA Regis prodeunt ; – Les étendards du Roi s’avancent
fulget Crucis mysterium, – La Croix rayonne en son mystère.
quo carne carnis conditor – En croix, la Vie subit la mort,
suspensus est patibulo.1 – Et par sa mort eut fruit de vie.

Confixa clavis viscera
tendens manus, vestigia,
redemptionis gratia
hic immolata est hostia.

Quo vulneratus insuper – Toi qui reçus le coup de lance
mucrone diro lanceae, – Au fer brutal, pour nous laver
ut nos lavaret crimine,2 – De la souillure du péché,
manavit unda et sanguine. – Tu ruisselas d’eau et de sang.

Impleta sunt quae concinit – C’est accompli ce qu’a chanté
David fideli carmine, – David en des vers prophétiques.
dicendo nationibus : – Il proclamait : « Sur les nations,
regnavit a ligno Deus. – C’est par le bois que règne Dieu. »

Arbor decora et fulgida, – Arbre splendide, éblouissant,
ornata Regis purpura, – Orné de la pourpre royale,
electa digno stipite – Tronc choisi qui fus jugé digne
tam sancta membra tangere. – De toucher des membres si saints.

Beata, cuius brachiis – Bienheureux Arbre dont les bras
pretium pependit saeculi : – Ont porté la rançon du monde !
statera facta corporis, – Tu pesas le poids de ce corps,
praedam tulitque tartari. 3 – Et l’Enfer dut lâcher sa proie.

Fundis aroma cortice, –
vincis sapore nectare,
iucunda fructu fertili
plaudis triumpho nobili.

Salve, ara, salve, victima,
de passionis gloria,
qua vita mortem pertulit
et morte vitam reddidit.

O Crux ave, spes unica, – Salut, ô Croix, seule espérance !
hoc Passionis tempore ! * – Procure, au temps de la Passion,
piis adauge gratiam, – Grâce abondante aux cœurs fidèles,
reisque dele crimina. – Et rémission aux cœurs coupables.

Te, fons salutis Trinitas, – Trinité, source de salut,
collaudet omnis spiritus : – Les vivants chantent Vos louanges,
quos per Crucis mysterium – Victorieux par Votre Croix,
salvas, fove per saecula. – Ils recevront la récompense. Amen !

A tale of Praise and Worship – reeking of a theme that is dear to me also, now, that of Redemption and that precious Reward that is Promised…!

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On this link, you can listen to the hymn (or cantique) too -I highly recommend it, evidently.
Oh, and as for Cartier and his failed voyage…
The historian in me would be remiss if he did not add the following…
In Spring of 1542, Cartier abandoned Charlesbourg-Royal and set out for France with a supply of what he believed gold and diamonds gathered from the shores of the St. Lawrence River.
Back in France, the King was ecstatic over the cache of ‘gold and diamonds’ Cartier had brought with him from the New World. However, the gold turned out to be worthless iron pyrite – fool’s gold. The diamonds were nothing but quartz. Canada, apparently, offered nothing which would compensate for the money spent to finance the voyages.

French exploration in the New World would subsequently be suspended.

No more commissions were ever granted to Jacques Cartier.

He retired to his birthplace, St. Malo, where he died in 1557.

My father’s health really started deteriorating in 1992.
By September of 1993, he was forced into early retirement because of his failing health.
His plans to retire to his birthplace were ruined by all this.
He would live about the same amount of time afterwards, only not in his birthplace and in relative good health, like Cartier, the bringer of fool’s gold, would get to enjoy…

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