Tours

This devotion wasn't approved until 1885.

And it became a devotion in Tours, France, Tours, France.

And the Martin family got connected to this devotion just before she entered the convent because it was just approved.

And so that's why her name is, you know, St. Therese of the Child Jesus and of the Holy Face.

Charles Martel became the architect of a dynasty that would produce Charlemagne and reshape the continent.

Tours didn't just stop an invasion, it crystallized an idea of Europe that would echo for centuries.

So here's the final insight.

History doesn't always turn on the biggest empire or the strongest army.

And so I went to Stanford, and she got a job working in the medical school admissions office.

And I finished up, and actually I've been taking a lot of extra courses, so I took my last semester over in Tours, France, and we hitchhiked around the area and went down to Egypt and wanted to go to Lebanon, but we had always wanted to go to Beirut, and she actually had a cousin from her island.

who was in the Queen's entourage.

And she said, you just come here, I'll take care of you.

Okay, let's get into today's story.

On the night of December 11th, 1988, a 38-year-old woman named Françoise Gendron touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror of a nightclub in the city of Tours, France.

Her best friend, Sylvie Revirago, was washing her hands at the sink right next to her.

Françoise and Sylvie were best friends.

She was a bit hungover from the night before and she thought maybe a warm bath would make her feel better.

So after she drank her coffee, she ran a bath, She got into the water and she closed her eyes.

At 11 a.m. the next morning, so December 13th, a janitor at the Trousseau Hospital in Tours, France was carrying a trash bag out to the dumpster when he noticed something odd.

There were two blue trash bags just sitting out on a strip of grass in the middle of the hospital's parking lot.

The German film to which the Nazis and other writers in Germany had flocked, called the Jus Sus, which ends with a Jew being hung to the frenzied applaud of audiences, was shown in France, and people did go to see it, not huge numbers of people, and there were even demonstrations in two cities.

But in Tours, on the Loire, lined up around the block in order to come in and see this, essentially, Hitler Nazi publicity movie.

And the collaborationist newspaper, Je suis partout, or I Am Everywhere, sold 250,000 copies in 1942, and 300,000 by 1944. yes, 1944, which ends, as you know, in August.

1944 doesn't end in August, but the Germans are, Paris falls at the end of August 1944, and then gradually the war moves to the east.

Flint, however, had no eye for this scene, which would have gladdened a voluptuary's heart, and which, for that reason, was dear to Waldron, but walked toward the huge four-posted bed where Wally himself, now rather paler than usual with bloodshot eyes, was lying.

This bed, despite the fact that it had been transported all the way from Tours, France, and that it once had belonged to an archbishop, had only too often witnessed its owner's insomnia.

"Hmm, you're a devil of a man to keep an appointment, aren't you?" Flint sneered at the master of the house.

"11 o'clock and not up yet." "Pardon me for remarking, my dear Flint," replied Waldron, stretching himself between the silken sheets and reaching for a cigarette, "that the appointment was not of my making.

Bonjour, I'm Annie Sargent, and Join Us in France is the podcast where we take a conversational journey through the beauty, culture, and flavors of France.

Today I bring you a conversation with Rowena Chovale, a boot camp alumna who spent four immersive weeks at a language school in Tours, then explored the Loire Valley on her own.

She placed into a B2 class, rented her own apartment, shopped the markets, and found medieval villages and chateaus most visitors never see.

Methinks that might be a dream trip for many of you, but you'll have to let me know.

Today we are going to talk about your adventures learning French and visiting the Loire Valley.

And so tell us the program you signed up for, when you were there, that sort of thing.

Yeah, so I signed up for a four-week course at a language school in Tours called L'Ecole Cle.

Actually, I was in Tours in 2023, and I have seen that school.

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Okay, let's get into today's story.

On the night of December 11th, 1988, a 38-year-old woman named Françoise Gendron touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror of a nightclub in the city of Tours, France.

Her best friend, Sylvie Ravirago, was washing her hands at the sink right next to her.

Françoise and Sylvie were best friends.

She was a bit hungover from the night before, and she thought maybe a warm bath would make her feel better.

So after she drank her coffee, she ran a bath, she got into the water, and she closed her eyes.

At 11 a.m. the next morning, so December 13th, a janitor at the Trousseau Hospital in Tours, France was carrying a trash bag out to the dumpster when he noticed something odd.

There were two blue trash bags just sitting out on a strip of grass in the middle of the hospital's parking lot.