#lion of lucerne

[53v3nfrn5]

The Lion of Lucerne Location: Lucerne, Switzerland

This memorial is dedicated to the Swiss Guards fallen during the French Revolution and is also famously known as the world's saddest stone. Carved in 1820, this ten-meter-long and six-meter-high monument portrays a dying lion bearing a shield of the French monarchy. The inscription above reads "HELVETIORUM FIDEI AC VIRTUTI," translating to "To the loyalty and bravery of the Swiss," with the names of some deceased officers listed below the lion.

#lion of lucerne #lucerne #switzerland #french revolution #history #world history #aesthetic #stones #stonecore #statue #monument #famous monuments #swiss #swissarmy #nature #rocks #naturecore #lion #cats

[vivelareine]

Ali on Switzerland, on the myth of the "hidden pig" in the Lion of Lucerne monument, which commemorates the Swiss Guards killed during the August 10th attack on the Tuileries. Contrary to popular belief, there is no evidence that the creator of the monument hid a pig silhouette as a method of revenge due to nonpayment.

[image credit: JimSf9IyD8/CC BY-SA 3.0, no changes]

#french history #18th century #19th century #lion of lucerne #til this is an unfounded myth #there are controversies about hidden meanings! but no evidence there's a hidden pig #this year is a year of me going “oh I used to believe that. Welp. Dang.”

[artschoolglasses]

The Lion of Lucerne

Lucerne, Switzerland

#the lion of lucerne #lion of lucerne #lucerne #switzerland #europe #monument #sculpture #statue #art #lion #French revolution #memorial #travel #travelling #my photos

[ickaimp]

Given the photos of the Lion of Lucerne, I always thought it was in a vast park, surrounded by green grass and trees, and a bit of a walk.

Nope. It’s right off a street, next to a tourist attraction that’s the history of the area, less than a 15 minute walk away from the train station.

#Lion of lucerne #Lowendenkmal #lucerne #swizterland #travel #my photography #Instagram

[satashiiphotography]

I would like to report that six months later, sad lion is still sad. Lucerne, Switzerland, December 2022.

Photo credit @satashiiphotography

#lion of lucerne #lucerne #switzerland #historical monuments #iphone photos

[venusiansex]

lion of lucerne; lucerne, switzerland

#lion of lucerne #lion #stone carving #stone art #misery #despair #emotions #encapsulated #in stone

[batnomadblog]

Switzerland Day 2 – Lucerne / Luzern

Lucerne, or as the Swiss spell it, Luzern was day 2 in Switzerland. Taking the train directly from Zug it only takes 19 minutes, the long train 30 minutes. What a quintessential pretty Swiss city-centre. Like many cities in Switzerland, Lucerne is built around water. Here, the Reuss river takes centre stage. Cutting the city in two, the crisp clear blue water bringing nature and life into the…

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#Alemannic #Battle of Sempach #Chaff Bridge #Chapel Bridge #Chapel Bridge paintings #Emperor Sigismund #Glacier Garden #Jesuit church #Kapellbrücke #Kapellbrücke paintings #King Rudolph 1 von Habsburg #Lion Monument #Lion of Lucerne #Lucerne #Luzern #Musegg Wall #Rathaussteg bridge #Reuss #Spreuer Bridge #Spreuervbrücke #Swiss #Switzerland

[amaliesofiavl]

#art #photography #lion of lucerne #Instagram

[waternymphlovesdante]

The Lion Monument or the Lion of Lucerne, is a rock relief in Lucerne, Switzerland, designed by Bertel Thorvaldsen and hewn in 1820–21 by Lukas Ahorn.

It commemorates the Swiss Guards who were massacred in 1792 during the French Revolution, when revolutionaries stormed the Tuileries Palace in Paris.

#water #lion #sculpture #rocks #lucerne #monument #french revolution #1792 #swiss guard

[niti-who]

Greetings from the Lion Monument and Glacier Garden in Lucerne

#lucerne #Lion Monument #Glacier Garden #switzerland

[nyancrimew]

don't forget to say goodbye to the lion!

ok so the lion monument in lucerne does LOOK cool, but also it is a monument to the swiss mercenaries (of the swiss guard (which still protect the pope to this day)) who guarded the fucking french king DURING the french revolution and died FOR the french king DURING the french revolution so it's kinda shitty and i do not like it and i will not be saying goodbye to the lion

[artschoolglasses]

The Lion of Lucerne

Lucerne, Switzerland

#the lion of lucerne #lion of lucerne #lucerne #switzerland #europe #travel #travelling #sculpture #monument #my photos

[satashiiphotography]

Lion of Lucern, Luzern, Switzerland, April 2022.

Photo credit @satashiiphotography

#lucerne #luzern #switzerland #landscape photography #sculpture #landmark #sad lion is sad

[fishfingersandscarves]

unsent - 1989

[Excerpt from an unsent letter found on Robert “Hob” Gadling’s shelf in the Library of the Dreaming]

Dear Stranger,

Funny.

You know, you’d think with all my years of writing letters and sending letters and burning letters I’d be better at writing them. Maybe I’m just too talkative for my own good. All these words get jumbled up in my head and stop just before they leak out of my pen; it’s easier to talk it out. Stream of consciousness and whatnot. I shall endeavor to do my best, but I’m no James Joyce.

Anyway, letters. I didn’t exchange letters with Eleanor, though I learnt them some twenty-odd years before we met. Ironic, nowadays, for a printer to be illiterate, but you know how it was in those days. I’m sure you’re well-read, you seem the type to love stories. Grand ones, probably. Myths and folksongs, and those crappy paperbacks that Summer lends me.

(We met in Lucerne. Cloud topped mountains, clear waters. Lots of cows and cats everywhere you look. There’s this lion relief that’s there, looks straight from those C.S. Lewis books. Anyway, we saw the lion, walked the bridge and ended up having a drink. She was on break and was working on her thesis on Gender Communication in Germany during the 1400’s and I was drinking my way through the rest of Europe. So it goes. She’s a good friend.)

Eleanor had wide handwriting. Probably wasted more coin on journals for her than I could afford, but it was worth it to watch her smile and worth it more to glimpse her doodling in the margins. I started copying her O’s, I think. A reminder.

Elspeth and I exchanged letters like currency. A last-ditch effort to resist the novel of the telephone on her part. She loved old things. (ha) But was so excited when we sat for a daguerreotype the very first time. As always, she was late to the trend, but I remember the moment afterwards, when everything had cured and the photographer had tilted the copper plate to catch the light and I could see us standing there, clear as a reflection in glass, all miniature and solemn. I kept it until I couldn’t anymore. Lost it on a sailing ship out from Bombay in 1912, I think. I remember it though. She had spidery print, like she was always pressed for time. She filled both sides and more every time she wrote me. Tried to learn shorthand to save time but she would get it all mixed in with her cursive instead. I swear it was like I was deciphering code at times! Her long spiking Y’s still follow my hand. It gets messy and I tend to smudge, as you no doubt can tell.

I don’t know if you know any of this already. You know everyone so… I suppose you probably know this all too.

Well.

Enough stalling I suppose.

I waited for you. Into the wee hours, until Martin, the bartender, clicked on the lights and told me to go home. Smoked a whole pack and then some out back afterwards, loitering by my car like some bloody dolt. I kept thinking, “Maybe this’ll be him.” Stupid, I know. I feel like a sucker. Some great idiot. Like this is all one cosmic joke. I know you’re not human, I’m no fool. You’re long-lived like me, that is certain. You were interested once. In my experience. In me. I wonder how long you can hold a grudge. Two hundred years? Three? I’ll wait for you. Of course I will. I shouldn’t have said what I did back then. I should’ve thought it through. But, here I am, talkative, stream of consciousness. All fancy words for someone who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up. When not to push.

I should’ve just said it outright. That I’m lonely too. It gets hard and then it gets better. But it’s easier when we’re not alone. People need people. And who knows? Maybe you’re not people. But you’re my friend Maybe I’m not either, not anymore. And us not-people need to stick together. I would weather the loneliness with you if you’d have me.

I wish I could see you. I wish it wasn’t like this. Me, waiting and wanting. I want to see you. I want to know you. I want more of you, in every way.

I’ll be here, in 2089.

I promise.

I promise.

[Torn and crumbled, here, the letter ends]

now on AO3

#my writing #the sandman #dreamling #the sandman netflix #dream/hob #smth smth memory of people can be shared through habits retained #i havent written epistolary fic in a hot second #also elspeth is from the comics! fun fact

[mutant-distraction]

Lion of Lucerne is a memorial in Lucerne, Switzerland designed by Bertel Thorvaldsen and carved in 1820–21 by Lukas Ahorn.⁣

The monument commemorates the Swiss Guards who lost their lives in 1792 during the French Revolution, when revolutionaries stormed the Tuileries Palace in Paris. The top inscription says Helvetiorum Fidei ac Virtuti which translates to "To the loyalty and bravery of the Swiss".⁣

The monument depicts a dying lion impaled by a spear, covering a shield bearing the fleur-de-lis of the French monarchy. Next to him is another shield bearing the coat of arms of Switzerland. The inscription below show the names of the guards and provides the approximate numbers of soldiers who died (DCCLX = 760), and survived (CCCL = 350).⁣

Mark Twain praised the sculpture of a mortally-wounded lion as "the most mournful and moving piece of stone in the world."

[sabinerondissime]

Sculptured lion inside a cave near Lucerne, Switzerland