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Léa Salamé était de retour ce mercredi 14 janvier 2026 pour le journal de 20h sur France 2. Les actualités en Iran et le pouvoir d'achat des Français n'ont pas permis aux téléspectateurs d'être attirés par le service public.

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Répondant à une demande syndicale de la STGA, la mairie de Saint-Michel a supprimé sept dos-d’âne du réseau de bus. Avenue de la République, où trois ont été retirés, les riverains s’inquiètent de la vitesse

Getty Images; Tyler Le/BII realized the cruise may have been a mistake on the second night of my voyage. I asked a bartender what time the rooftop jacuzzis closed, and he matter-of-factly told me it was whenever the first person of the night threw up in one. I'd noticed the tubs were drained that morning, which I trustingly imagined was part of some daily cleaning regimen, not the result of one of my fellow passengers tossing their cookies in our shared amenities. I wondered if I should tell my boyfriend or leave him blissfully unaware. The truth can't really set you free when you're trapped on a 90,000-ton boat with 2,000 strangers. Ultimately, I fessed up anyway. If I had to sit with this nauseating piece of information, so did he.I'd honestly thought my boyfriend was joking when he said he'd won a free cruise by playing Tetris on his phone. I would later come to realize, after sharing the information with friends and coworkers, that that was a typical response. But he did, thanks to approximately four years of an hourlong New York City subway commute. Turns out the Tetris app is tied to some casino app, and the more you play, the more points you accumulate for various prizes, because that's how they get you these days.I have long been a hater with regard to cruises. It's always struck me as a floating petri dish of yuck, and I do not desire to be part of a headline about a cruise-ship norovirus outbreak or mystery disappearance. I'm perfectly mobile and can generally manage my own travel without a literal or figurative cruise director to guide me around.However, I also like free things, which this cruise purported to be, so we booked.Of course, the cruise wasn't actually free. On top of surprise fees and taxes, we splurged on a cabin with a window — $51 each — and an unlimited drinks package, which is the reason I am putting off my annual physical. My body will almost certainly reveal to my doctor that, for a week straight, the first decision I made each morning was whether I wanted to set the tone for the day with a mimosa or something harder.The view from our $102 window.Emily Stewart/Business InsiderOne thing we did not splurge on was the WiFi, meaning that, with the exception of the two days we were allowed off the vessel, we had a total of 75 minutes of internet access. My therapist told me this would be forced relaxation. I told myself it would be an opportunity to completely disconnect. A friend told me she thought there was no way I'd make it, which I took as a bet. I assured my mother that she didn't need to worry if she didn't hear from me, because if something really bad happened on the cruise, it would make the news.I decided to approach our famously unadventurous adventure with cautious optimism. How I learned to stop worrying, and love X is an overdone trope in writing, but maybe my conversion story could break some new ground.I didn't love the cruise. I didn't hate it, either. It just … was. And in an era where there's pressure to have some Big Take about everything and declare that every experience was either the best or worst of our lives, it feels somewhat strange and unsatisfying to admit it was … decent enough.At least this mediocre time all came quickly enough as we hurled (or crept? It's hard to tell with giant boats) to the Mexican Riviera.It's all-aboard, and I am the "this is fine" meme, except there's no fire in the backdrop, just the Port of San Diego and a voice over a loudspeaker reminding us to check in at the safety station we're to report to in case of emergency, which I am much too turned around to remember. I have an internal debate about whether to suck in the last moments of precious mindless scrolling on my phone or to explore the boat. I choose the latter, determined to dive into the experience — and get in my steps, because one of the main things I know about cruises is they're a…

Si certains nazis furent jugés et condamnés, d’autres, à l'image de la réalisatrice Leni Riefenstahl, réussirent à passer entre les mailles du filet.