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Marseille en février sur le Quai des Belges, au Marché aux Poissons : un adorable rouget étoilé, des girelles et des cigales de mer, des rascasses et des congres, quelques langoustes, une énorme dorade,...
Ohno Bakufu (1888-1976), Spiny Lobster (langouste), 1950.
Georges Dufrenoy
"Nature morte à la langouste"
1930 - Huile sur carton
Centre Pompidou - Musée national d'art moderne - Paris
Une langouste, ça vous dit ? 🦞 👍😁
Bel après-midi 🙋♀️
Jeff Koons (Américain, né en 1955), Lobster, 2003 Aluminium Sculpture, Dimensions (H × L × l): 246,4 × 94 × 47,9 cm Private collection
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Bond thought: That would happen today! The Loire is dressed for just that - chasing that girl until you run her to ground at lunch-time, the contact at the empty restaurant by the river, out in the garden under the vine trellis. The friture and the ice-cold Vouvray, the cautious sniffing at each other and then the two cars motoring on in convoy until that evening, well down to the south, there would be the place they had agreed on at lunch - olive trees, crickets singing in the indigo dusk, the discovery that they liked each other and that their destinations could wait. Then, next day ('No, not tonight. I don't know you well enough, and besides I'm tired') they would leave her car in the hotel garage and go off in his at a tangent, slowly, knowing there was no hurry for anything, driving to the west, away from the big roads. What was that place he had always wanted to go to, simply because of the name? Yes, Entre Deux Seins, a village near Les Baux. Perhaps there wasn't even an inn there. Well, then they would go on to Les Baux itself, at the Bouches du Rhone on the edge of the Camargue. There they would take adjoining rooms (not a double room, it would be too early for that) in the fabulous Baumaniere, the only hotel-restaurant in France with Michelin's supreme accolade. They would eat the gratin de langouste and perhaps, because it was traditional on such a night, drink champagne. And then... Bond smiled at his story and at the dots that ended it. Not today. Today you're working.
Goldfinger, by Ian Fleming
La queue de langouste au vin moelleux est un plat raffiné qui allie l'élégance de la cuisine de la mer à la richesse d'un vin délicatement s