Imagine traveling to France 300 years ago and seeing Mont Saint-Michel for the very first time
You would have seen it long before you reached it: a 302 feet pyramid rising out of nothing in a bay so vast that at low tide the sea retreats up to fifteen kilometres.
Then, twice a day, the ocean comes back. And it comes back fast... Victor Hugo wrote that the tide at Mont Saint-Michel advances "à la vitesse d'un cheval au galop" — as swiftly as a galloping horse.
The bay has the highest tides in continental Europe, and medieval pilgrims knew the crossing could kill them. They called this place Saint Michel au péril de la mer — Saint Michael in peril of the sea...
The legend begins in the year 708. Aubert, the bishop of Avranches, dreamt that the Archangel Michael appeared to him and commanded him to build a sanctuary on the lonely rock. Aubert hesitated. So Michael came again. And again. On the third visitation, according to tradition, the angel pressed a finger into the bishop's skull and left a hole in the bone... A skull is still preserved today in the basilica of Avranches, with a small round perforation clearly visible in it.
What rose from that dream over the next eight centuries is one of the most astonishing feats of engineering in the medieval world.
From the 11th to the 16th century, stonemasons hauled granite up the rock and built a Benedictine abbey directly onto its summit, with four crypts buried into the stone itself to carry the weight of the church above.
In the early 1200s they added the Merveille — "The Wonder" — three storeys of Gothic halls and a suspended cloister rising thirty-five meters into the Norman sky, held up by sixteen immense buttresses and somehow made to look weightless.
For centuries it was the third-greatest pilgrimage site in Christendom, after Jerusalem and Rome.
Stand on the shore today and you see the same thing an 18th-century traveller saw: a city of stone floating on endless sands that, in a few hours, will be an ocean...
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Strange Days (1995) barely gets its due, a film that dropped before the new millennium panic it was already warning about. The whole “recorded memories as a drug” idea still hits, Ralph Fiennes is perfect, and Angela Bassett just owns every frame she’s in.
The Afroman Trial.
-Cops raid Afromans house for bullshit reasons.
-Steal money, break his door, fuck his house up.
-No criminality found whatsoever, no charges at all pressed on Afroman.
-Afroman spends the next 3 years making songs that make fun of all the officers involved by name, even using footage of the raid from his own CCTV cameras.
-Songs had titles like "Randy Walters is a son of a bitch" and "Lick Em Low Lisa" accusing one of the officers of being a lesbian and sleeping with the other officers wives.
-During the raid one officer looked like he was about to eat some lemon pound cake sitting on Afromans counter, Afroman made a whole album calling the officer fat.
-The cops get mad and file a lawsuit for defamation.
-Afroman turns up to court in a whole American flag suit.
-Officers performatively mald and cry while listening to the songs really trying to oversell how badly the songs upset them.
-One officer was suing because Afroman made a whole song about him saying he was fucking the officers wife. When the officer was asked if Afroman was really fucking his wife, he said "I don't know". Nuking his own case and establishing that there is a non-zero chance that Afroman might actually be fucking his wife.
-As his only witness for the trial, Afroman brought a deputies EX FUCKING WIFE.
-The jury ruled completely in favour of Afroman.
This entire thing has been a great win for free speech and absolutely fucking hilarious.