Archives 2013

  1. De la chaire au trône

    De la chaire au trône Théâtre

    Samedi 12 Octobre 2013 / 19 h 00 / Grande Halle

    Cette pièce met en scène un pays imaginaire où le prince, élu pour une durée déterminée, peut (...)

  2. La France en Afrique

    La France en Afrique Débat

    Jeudi 10 Octobre 2013 / 18 h 30 / Grande Halle

    La «Françafrique» est une expression qui, avant de stigmatiser la part d’ombre de la politique (...)

  3. The rainbow band

    The rainbow band Musique

    Samedi 28 Septembre 2013 / 19 h 00 / Grande Halle

    Créé en 2009 dans la commune de Lemba, The Rainbow Band est un groupe de jazz qui propose un méti (...)

  4. Congo danser réalités

    Congo danser réalités Danse

    Vendredi 20 Septembre 2013 / 19 h 00 / Grande Halle

    Pour créer cette pièce, l’artiste s’est inspiré des réalités politiques et socio-culturelle (...)

  5. Drépanocytose - Boîte noire

    Drépanocytose - Boîte noire Exposition

    Du Mardi 03 Septembre 2013 au Samedi 28 Septembre 2013 / Médiathèque

    Une quarantaine d’affiches didactiques -images et textesqui déploient l’ensemble des informatio (...)

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