Abelly Wheeler, this sailboat that was not named after a person as one might think, but evoked the first babble of its owner's son: "abeliwile".
The Gascon, this fast escort ship disarmed in 1977, where a yachtsman shared his 10 square meter cabin with nearly a dozen companions.
Brin De Folie, wonderfully named as it was acquired by two friends who lost touch with each other for 35 years and found each other again to realize their dream together.
To find out your answers to question two in full, check out the weekly vote next Saturday.
Atanahoué's memories come to life day after day. We asked you about your first memories and boats, and now we would like to know more about your first stopover...
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Chapter 1, question 3: my first stop
"The traveler has the memory of names and smells that constantly brings him back to yesterday's ports of call. said Olivier Weber in his work Je suis de nulle part : Sur les traces d'Ella Maillart.
Stopovers are an integral part of a sea voyage and often give rise to unique, moving or even humorous memories. And you, do you remember your first stopover?
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Stopovers of the day : Suzy Solidor & Louis Aragon
Première Escale in 1938, to hear Suzy Solidor sing her most beautiful song, L'Escale, a hymn to love and a sailors' song
🎧 TO LISTEN: "L'Escale" by Suzy Solidor available to listen on Youtube, Spotify and Deezer
Second Escale in 1942,
to read Louis Aragon composing his most beautiful love poems to the glory of the woman he loves, such as "L'Escale", from the collection Les Yeux d'Elsa:
"The travelers of Europe between them spoke of business
The eyes of the lookout adored the horizon
In the hold where obscure saltings waltzed
The dream of the mutineers twisted in the irons
Forget that they are thirsty since we are getting drunk
On the promenade deck one plays a game of hell
Cattle merchants that the winds dishevelled
In four blows of dice lost their cargo
Suddenly the sky whitens and the rocks rise
Pure as a night cut with scissors
It is an island See its crown of birds
The dolphins around jump like carps
The sea which comes to break against it its bevel
Of foam while sighing surrounds it with a scarf
Have you heard the sadness of the harps
With the musical fingers which caress the waters
Of which predestined Lady of deliverance
Are you waiting on the black stone for the coming
White to whom the blue steel circles the small fists
Where the rubies of a madder bracelet bleed
The sailors looked at this unknown woman
Strangely adorned with the colors of suffering
Attached to the reef bordered with indifference
So beautiful that one trembled to see that she was naked
Andromeda Andromeda oh tender prisoner
Is it not you who cries and Medusa who laughs
Would the modern Perseus have undertaken
On the flying horse the truant school
In the days we live the heroes have perished
I do not wait any more of the Gods that the last insult
Go and say that Andromeda died in her way
In her golden hair dreaming of Paris
Go to say to the deaf world that only one Andromeda
That it believes in the heart of the seas forever forgotten
Can slave to die to its bound rock
Medusa with the eyes of silver turns around her but
Of night the nightingale makes frighten the boars
Because any tyranny in itself carries remedy
Ah raise the sky million Archimedes
Who sing my song humiliated giants
The sea, like the sand, is subject to mirages
Space erases a fold in its moving curtain
I thought I saw an island in the armpit of the wind
And the one that shouted the language of shipwrecks
Is only the illusion that often takes me back
Since I left the land without courage
More idle than the bird, I chose for my work
To watch the sun on the forecastle
I hope in vain for the ports of call of fate
Earth But this is not the land where you were born
What calm One would think in a conquered country
The passengers dressed in tweed and tussor
Find that this journey is quite exquisite
The sea is a queen They are its prince-consorts
And the life passed as one makes the Azores
Said the poet Vladimir Mayakovsky "
📚 TO READ: "L'Escale", Les Yeux d'Elsa, Louis Aragon available for download here
We hope that this journey through time has fed your imagination. And you, do you remember your first stopover? Tell us about it by answering the third question.