#jardin coffee

[missguomeiyun]

drip coffee by Jardin

Can we pls take a moment to adore this lovely box design???

The blue one is so pretty!!

The top view.

Side view.

The other side view haha

The remaining side view :P

Now let's umbox~

Each box contains 10 drip bags.

The packaging of the drip bags matches the colour scheme of the corresponding box. I'm really in love with this blue one haha

Ahhh the aroma <3

So this blue one is a secret blend, which they labeled as a medium-dark roast.

I like it! Overall, I give it a 9.2/10~

The quality of the bag itself is really good. Some bags have a weak paper-filter attachment & I've had 1 bad experience where they actually detached & the filter portion fell right into the liquid. But this one, as you can see, is able to be stretched out quite a bit & it sturdy! The filter rate is also pretty fast.

The coffee itself. .. my own problem. I added more water than I should so it tasted kind of weak to me the 1st time. I've had 2 of these by now & I suggest not filtering too many times/use a smaller cup/add smaller amount of water. You know what I mean? It needs to be more concentrated, basically. But I also prefer stronger coffee so. .. I guess it depends.

The lesser-exciting red one in terms of packaging. I don't like the colour red so naturally I'm more attracted to the blue one. However, in terms of taste, I do prefer this one a bit more. It has a more smoky taste & a longer aftertaste as well.

PS: yes, I got this from Hmart when on sale & would 100% purchase again but regular price is kind of steep =/ not sure if I like it that much to buy it at regular price. But it is good!

Also, I LOVE SHORT TRACK SPEED SKATING - something you may already know. The 2023/24 season just ended . .. now gotta wait until Oct =( it's a long time. I was very happy with the World Championship results in the ladies' categories but the mens... you gotta feel for Park Ji Won. I mean, come on! Screwed over by his teammate 3 times this season & 2 of those times during the biggest event OF the yr at the World Champs WHILE HE WAS LEADING, en route to getting gold. Ughhh.. HDH needs to be banned or something. He doesn't deserve a spot on the national team- nvm, he shouldn't even be allowed to go for trials next month -.-" But anywho, I am looking forward to Kim Gun Woo in the next season. Still trials to come but he is looking great! & also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Mar20 Korea time)!

#coffee #coffee lover #i love coffee #i need coffee #coffee filter #drip coffee #jardin #jardin coffee #home cafe

[fidjiefidjie]

Coffee Time ! ☕️ 🍪

Gif Tenor/ hadeel928

#gif animé #tenor #hadeel928 #coffee time #café #heure du café #coffee #goûter #cookies #jardin #soleil #fidjie fidjie

[fhuzee]

palais royal days

#cafe kitsune #jardin du palais royal #Palais Royal #summer #paris #coffee lover #coffee runs #niche

[lavender-lily]

Union baristas say their exclusion is another punishment for having organized roughly 400 of the chain’s 9,000 corporate-owned U.S. stores since 2021. Starbucks has publicly committed to reaching contracts with the union, Workers United, but in recent weeks the union has filed 47 new charges alleging unfair labor practices, including one related to the barista championship.

According to internal documents viewed by HuffPost, Starbucks says union stores can’t participate in the competition because it’s a workplace benefit that must be bargained over if workers unionize. The company has made the same legal argument in withholding other perks from newly organized shops, including participation in Starbucks’ “black apron” program, which trains baristas to become elite “coffee masters.”

I’d also like to point out something I’ve noticed:

This is Seattle. Home of Starbucks. There’s a huge swath of the city without a single location. See those two green rectangles towards the bottom left? Those are the STADIUMS. Football games, baseball games, soccer games, concerts - there are tons of people in this area on a regular basis. There’s not a single Starbucks. Weird, right? They’re missing out on business.

Well. There used to be one. About a block from that little yellow dot. (Which is a store I go to often.) This particular location? Was one of the first (maybe THE first, I can’t remember) locations to unionize. Months later, it was gone. It hasn’t been replaced by anything. The storefront is empty. The only location anywhere near the stadiums, the Amtrak station, the international district, several very large office buildings…just gone.

I wonder why.

#anyway if you’re in that area I heartily recommend Jardin Tea & Coffee in the Uwajimaya food court #the ca phe uhi was THE BEST hot drink I’ve ever had in my life #(purple yam Vietnamese coffee) #(get some dochis while you’re there too)

[lunchcase]

Iced Coffee (idk where the pic is lol)

Location: Melia Jardines del Rey

Price: $5 CAD (as tip, technically everything in the resort is all inclusive)

It’s niiuiiceeeeeee and frothy and sweet but bittersweet in a way so that the coffee taste is still fairly strong!! I personally prefer it to be sweeter, but personally prefer most things in life to be sweeter, so my scale is relative and should be taken with a grain of sugar. Har

Sometimes I sit here, within the warm breeze that the Northern dweller in me can't reconcile with November, and I think I could not go back to sipping iced coffee in anywhere but by an ocean, on a beach. I mourn for all the times future Casey will be drinking coffee in any other place but here. But only a little, and not for very long, because what a shame to mourn in paradise.

Pina Colada

I got only a little bit of rum, maybe a tablespoon. Perfect level of rum, in that I can still taste it but it doesn’t hurt me. And I am warm.

I still prefer the rum-less version I had yesterday, and it was also sweeter I think, but maybe I’m comparing it too harshly because the vibe back then was impeccable. Ocean views, sitting under a gazebo? Salty breeze in my hair? Pina colada served in a straight up PINA PINEAPPLE? Sometimes flavour is as much ambience as it is the flavour itself, unless something is truly, deeply fantastic and makes a statement all on its own. That’s why expensive restaurants serve as little as they do. The environment is part of the cost.

(Personally, i think it shouldn’t be, unless I am sitting on a literal stairway to heaven. Your ambience better transport me to fantasy realms if you’re going to charge $70 for bite sized portions. Bitch.)

The drink is sweet and strong of pineapple. Pineapple isn’t normally my thing, but pineapple juice is definitely growing on me during this trip, solely because of pina coladas. Juicy, sweet, refreshing, and just a hint tipsy. Vacation resort vibes.

Sharon says it tastes like candy. I think she mentioned hichew the other day. She’s not off.

After awhile, it does get a bit too sweet.

Mojito

Sharon’s

Sharon: “it’s okay. Not as sparkly as I wanted, but it’s not bad. It’s not too tequila.”

Me: presentation marks: solid, the bartender put a mint in it and it looks very tropical. Taste: I prefer my pina colada, but it’s still nice and sweet (not as sweet). Flavour-wise I think you get a bit of the citrus, but it feels very much like any other sparkling juice. Not very distinguishable. I like my pina :)

#iced coffee #pina colada #mojito #coffee #melia jardines del rey #cuba #cuba 2022 #drinks #2022 #9.11.2022 #6:16pm #share bear #text #milk #alcohol #pineapple #fruit #fruits

[m3tluna]

🌻10.09.2023🌻

Ayer salí con el ser amado, fue algo improvisado, pero fue bastante lindo.

Primero fuimos a desayunar por ella no había comido nada jaja

Tenía ganas de ir a tomar algo (específicamente un chai✨) mientras dibujaba en mi tableta.

Fuimos a un café nuevo, se llama Aroma de Café, está muy lindo, tanto por dentro como por fuera, creo que es de los cafés más lindos que he visitado.

Obviamente nos sentamos afuera, ambas pedimos un chai frío, hacía MUCHÍSIMOS calor, ah y un brownie. Estuvo muy rico.

Hablábamos de vez en cuando, a veces ella se quedaba leyendo y yo dibujando pero no me incomodaba era cómodo y lindo la verdad. Y más porque estaba leyendo un fanfic que yo le recomendé😌

Después se nos ocurrió ir al cine, tristemente ya no estaba barbie unu

Al final elegimos La Monja 2, muy mala la verdad, pero no tan mala como la primera eso sí. Metimos ✨alcohol✨ e hicimos un drinking game, terminé un poco tomada jajaja

Saliendo nos fuimos a la terminal de micros, y llevamos a mi casa.

Me ayudó con algunos papeles que necesitaba y ya, nos fuimos a dormir.

Fin.

#blog #blogger #blogging #girlblogging #dear diary #diario #fotografia #fotography #photooftheday #my photos #photography #girls day #girls dating #daily photo #coffee #coffetime #coffeshop #garden #plants #jardin #plantas #hangout

[jardaddy-a]

@bellusnymphine delivered a letter ! ( ❝ $ 20.00 ! ?   this is extortion ! ❞ (Gladiolus and Vainglory sighs. Let's go to Starbucks bestie) )┊ 📕THE CRYPTIC GLADIOLUS┊ 🧸❀ ━ 𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // ACCEPTING !

       ˗ˏˋ📕❀┊ ( * THE CRYPTIC GLADIOLUS ) ━  ❝ do humans put gold in coffee nowadays ? or are they this relentlessly greedy in modern times ? ❞ CRIMSON EYES BETRAY NO EMOTION , yet her lips curled into a pout at the pricing as she scooted closer to view the menu to view the variety of drinks . HER EYES NARROWED at lines of text , the words ending up more foreign than the long inscriptions of Latin hymns she often helped transcribe .

       ˗ˏˋ📕❀┊ ( * GLADIOLUS ) ━  VENTI , TALL , GRANDE . WHICH ONE IS SMALL &&. which one is large ? WAS GLADIOLUS too ancient to understand these things ? WHO ON EARTH created these terms when they can simplify them to the universal sizes for clarity ? HER GAZE lands on a drink that piques her interest , she taps a crimson-painted nail against the glass childishly . ❝ glory , what's an espresso ? ❞

#( teach her how to coffee all she knows is jardin brew WWWWW ) #bellusnymphine #˗ˏˋ┊📕 * ( 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐒 ━ &&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 × ) #˗ˏˋ┊💐 &&. * 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( 𝐈𝐂 ) #˗ˏˋ┊💐 &&. * 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. ( 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 ) #˗ˏˋ┊💐 &&. * 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐍. ( 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 )

[sergioguymanproust]

My favorite cafe in Caceres ,Los siete Jardines. Overlooking Caceres countryside. Super friendly staff , great coffee and pastries.

#caceres sightseeing #my photography #Los siete jardines café. #words by sergioguyman #great coffee and pastries. #traveling in spain. #province of extremadura #unesco world heritage site

[coloursofunison]

Today, I'm delighted to share an excerpt from Nancy Jardine's new book, Before Beltane #BlogTour

Today, I'm delighted to share an excerpt from @nansjar 's new book, Before Beltane #BlogTour @maryanneyarde @coffeepotbookclub #HistoricalFiction #RomanEmpire #AncientWorld #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub

Today, I’m sharing an excerpt from Nancy Jardine’s fabulous new book, Before Beltane. Enjoy. Before Beltane Nara-Summoned to Swatrega Nara pulled back the heavy leather cover that kept draughts from entering the roundhouse and ducked under it. The first thing she noticed was the pall of aromatic smoke that lingered and danced high up in the roofbeams, and the heavy burning smell that…

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#Amazon #Before Beltane #Blog Tour #historical fiction #Nancy Jardine #New Release #The Coffee Pot Book Club

[yeonshy]

८. ･ ͙．w͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ u͟s͟e͟r͟n͟a͟m͟e͟s͟ ᰍ ｡ ͘ ᳞ ✽

winnieter -> from "winter" and spanish "nieve" (snow)

ivyccld -> from "icy cold"

viernc -> from spanish "invierno" (winter)

nievelorio -> from spanish "nieve" (snow) and "velorio" (funeral)

snowvie -> from "snow" and french "vie" (life)

qtaisu -> from "qt" (cutie) and korean "아이스/aiseu" (ice)

aiseuco -> from korean "아이스/aiseu" (ice) and "cocoa"

cinnamilke -> from "cinnamon" and "milk"

vlizzrd -> from "blizzard"

avalnc -> from "avalanche"

inbyeol -> from spanish "invierno" (winter) and korean "별/byeol" (star)

kopivie -> from korean "커피/kopi" (coffee) and french "vie" (life)

wwintry -> from "wintery"

winvyu -> from "winter" and korean "우유/uyu" (milk)

mewtrrs -> from "mew" [kittycat noises] and "winter"

aunterw -> from "autumn" and "winter"

winternets -> from "winter" and "internet"

winteu -> from "winter" and korean "아이스/aiseu" (ice)

snowytown -> yk ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ🤍❄️

dizzyntr -> from "dizzy" and "winter"

swirlycocoa -> yk ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ🤍❄️x2

azeulkp -> from spanish "azul" (blue) and korean "아이스커피/aiseukopi" (iced coffee)

moonflakes -> from "moon" and "snowflakes"

snowflan -> from "snowflake" and "flan"

nevadoremi -> from spanish "nevado" (snowy) and "do re mi" [musical notes]

winfleur -> from "winter" and french "fleur" (flower)

decbouquet -> from "december" and "bouquet"

julyter -> from "july" and "winter"

pawcoa -> from "paw" and "cocoa"

mecwmellc -> from "meow" and "marshmello"

mrrycries -> from "merry christmas" and "cries"

miaurri -> from "miau" and "merry"

jardinvrn -> from french/spanish "jardin" (garden) and spanish "invierno" (winter)

cinnabunnie -> from "cinnamon" and "bunny"

berrycreme -> from "berry", "creme" and "merry chistmas"

crememx -> from "creme" and "christmas/xmas"

fleurry -> from "flurry" and french "fleur" (flower)

invierlace -> from spanish "invierno" (winter) and "lace"

lavieverde -> from french "la vie" (life) and spanish "verde" (green)

marenos -> from italian "mare" (sea) and spanish "renos" (reindeer)

ilydeer -> from "i love you/ily" and "(rein)deer"

#☆ user ideas #random users #cute usernames #tumblr users #twitter users #usernames #user ideas #soft users #y2k usernames #aesthetic usernames #aesthetic url #short url #short users #winter users #messycore #messy users #messy packs #messy aesthetic #wintercore #winter coquette #soft aesthetic #aesthetic #snowcore #snowy aesthetic #lovecore #soft academia

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"Disco Inferno!" (Press the button.)

+5 XP

+1 Superstar Cop

MEASUREHEAD - As you slam your fist on the button the man collapses entirely, his head rolling to the side...

MEASUREHEAD'S BABE - "Looks like you're the new Measurehead now."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Her voice is surprisingly calm.

KIM KITSURAGI - "No one is the new Measurehead -- let's go. Before he gets up..." The lieutenant makes haste toward the door.

+1 Reputation

We can now enter the harbour.

The door is locked and cannot be opened from this side without a pass card.

Guess you have no choice but to talk to the Union leader.

*EVERY WORKER - MEMBER OF THE BOARD* is written at the top of the flyers.

And at the bottom: the Union logo and *DEMAND DEMOCRACY*!

This is a *Dewy* typewriter -- the model name is on the back.

A standard office file cabinet. The drawers seem to be locked.

Someone left the coffee machine on.

The dark liquid in the pot looks almost sentient.

POSTCARD "LE JARDIN '21"

This laminated post card offers a glimpse across the river. A little more than a decade after the war, the eastern bank is already fully renovated. The hillsides are lush with gardens and residences, someone's parked a small beige airship by the fountain. This postcard will sell for a pretty penny.

NEAT OFFICE SHADES

+1 Visual Calculus: Eye of the reckoner -1 Drama: A bit dry

These were stuffed away in the Dockworker's Union office. They're perfect for scribbling down paperwork when the sun tries to get in your eye. Good for staring down suspects too.

There's also a Magnesium in here.

FILE CABINET - On second glance, someone has forgotten to properly close one of the drawers.

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's *unfortunate* for the Union to just leave their paperwork lying around like this..."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - ...let's see what's inside, he thinks.

Open the drawer.

Ignore the drawer for now. [Leave.]

FILE CABINET - The drawer opens smoothly. Inside is a well-organized selection of brown folders.

Browse through the folders.

Close the drawer. [Leave.]

FILE CABINET - Hundreds of documents containing logistical data. Two kinds of transactions stand out: materials coming into Revachol from the outside world -- from Mundi, Graad, and even Iilmaraa...

...and the same materials being handed over to companies inside Revachol. Couron, Coal City, La Delta, and Jamrock are listed among the many districts where the imports are being sold.

Anything interesting? (Browse them.)

FILE CABINET - It's hard to make sense of this thicket of company names, dates, quantities, and percentages. You try to focus, but the lines are getting blurry...

2. [Volition - Medium 10] Force yourself to go through the folders.

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - Whatever's hidden here is hidden well. Concentration isn't enough, only a trained accountant, with a background in logistics, would be able to *really* make sense of it. However there *is* a little hand-written note, stuck on the side of the drawer.

Look at the note.

"Never mind the note." (Close the drawer.)

FILE CABINET - It appears to be a to-do list written in large, uneven capital letters:

REMEMBER, LEO!

* EVRART'S SHOES * SPECIAL WHIRLING BORSCHT * WATER EVRART'S PLANTS * SWEEP OFFICE FLOOR * MORE BANNERS

All items on the list have been crossed out and the note itself is crumpled.

(Turn to the lieutenant.) "Look, Kim, a to-do note with a list of errands for *Evrart*."

Ignore the note.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Evrart Claire, probably -- the head of the Débardeurs' Union." He inspects the note. "One of his aides must have left it. Nothing incriminating here."

+5 XP

3. Close the drawer. [Leave.]

FILE CABINET - The drawer slides shut smoothly.

THOUGHT COMPLETE: COL DO MA MA DAQUA

BONUSES: +3 Perception: Golden ear -1 Encyclopedia: No room for anything else

It's not only your eardrums that register sound anymore – your very skin has become an organ of hearing. Looking for a whisper light and low, a god who’s very, very silent. Nothing escapes you – a cockroach in the other room, a candy wrapper falling on dry grass, a drunk falling from a chair in a bar 20 metres away. In fact, you haven’t heard the Col Do Ma Ma Daqua, but you *have* discovered that you have amazing hearing. It must be the only part of you the alcohol hasn’t drowned out. Keep listening!

That's a lot of Perception. It'll be worth looking around Martinaise some more, once we get back on the streets.

ITEM GAINED: BOOK "LA FUMEE, VOL. 1 NO. 4"

The leading intellectual organ of Martinaise communism. Offers a radical Masovian perspective on a range of contemporary issues. The cover features a stylised portrait of the late King Frissel with a pair of white antlers growing out of his head.

Let's read this later.

A giant assprint on the pillow and a pattern of coffee rings on the armrest...

The radio is emitting strange buzzing sounds.

PUNCH CLOCK/PAYPHONE - An imposing combination of a punch-clock and a payphone is looking down at you from the wall. A note on the side says: "Tokens unavailable due to strike. Use change."

Insert 10 cents.

[Leave.]

Why not?

PUNCH CLOCK/PAYPHONE - The machine swallows your coin and seems to be waiting for your next move.

[Interfacing - Challenging 12] Let your muscle memory dial a random number.

[Leave.]

INTERFACING [Challenging: Success] - Your fingers run over the dial pad. 005... that's the dialling code for Revachol -- 49-52... and a moment of hesitation before entering the final numbers: 993.

PUNCH CLOCK/PAYPHONE - Calling...

Calling...

Still calling... then...

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - ...a crackle, someone picks up! They say: "Video Revachol, 24 hour video rental. We rent eight- and ten-millimetre film for home use. This is Lemmy, how may I help you?"

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - The voice of a youngster on the other end sounds as enthusiastic as that of a man walking towards the gallows.

"What is this place?"

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "Video Revachol is a 24 hour video rental. We rent eight and ten millimetre film for home use. This is Lemmy."

"No, I meant, what is this place to *me*?"

"Do you know me?"

"Why did I call you?" (Continue.)

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "Sir, I don't know. It's a video rental. Maybe you rent videos here?"

2. "Do you know me?"

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "No."

3. "Why did I call you?" (Continue.)

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "Maybe you called to extend your rental period? Do you need to extend your rental period?"

"Maybe, but I don't even know my *name*."

"My name is Raphael Ambrosius Costeau. Do you have anything on my name?"

Quietly hang up the phone. [Leave.]

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "Raphaël *what*? Listen, I can't help you over the phone." He sounds annoyed now. "If you need further assistance you can visit us on the corner of Voyager and Main. Are we done?"

+5 XP

Level up!

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He thinks you're pulling a prank on him.

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - The call is terminated by the other party. You're left with the discomforting sound of the disconnect tone.

That... that's enough for today.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #measurehead

[writingwithina]

Reading makes the heart grow fonder

Author's note: I'm back with another story. Hope you guys like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and my inbox is always open if you wanna pop in and talk! Happy reading ❤

Content: Fluff. Few mentions of parental neglect and trauma in the beginning.

If there's one thing Y/n was sure of, it was that fictional characters can never hurt her in the way  real people did. Growing up in an abusive household she witnessed every terrible thing, heard every heart shattering word being said to her mother. She could not believe that the person who promised her mother a love for eternity and beyond could hurt her in such a way. So Y/n decided that she would never look for love and if it found her somehow, she would run away from it as far as possible. So far she has been lucky. Her college life consisted of some meaningless one night stands or a friends with benefits relationship that she always broke as the relationship hit the one month mark. Looking at her friends being in relationships that were founded on love and trust made her long for a similar connection but then she would remind herself that such happily ever afters existed only in books and movies and not real life. So she turned to books for comfort. If she was not found at her job or her home, she would be at the Rêveries on the 24 Boulevard du Jardin Exotique, Monaco. That little bookshop was her safe place. She could lose herself reading the plethora of books, forgetting the expectations people had from her. 

It was early Saturday morning and Y/n found herself browsing through the psychological thrillers shelf when someone bumped into her and hit her head. She was about to give the person a piece of her mind when he started apologising profusely. 

" Aye, I'm so so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going and I just needed to escape from the people outside and so ran inside the first place I found and I ran into you and I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. " 

His cheeks were pink and his eyes widened a bit from horror. He looked like a scared yet cute puppy, Y/n noticed. She just shook her head and let out a simple, " It's okay, it's fine. " 

"I'm Charles by the way" 

"Y/n" 

"Lovely name for a pretty girl. " 

Charles was entranced by the beauty of the person in front of him. Even with her brows furrowed as she stared at him in disbelief, she was pretty, infuriatingly so. He hoped he would be able to get her number. But then he realised he probably ruined his chances by being a blubbering mess. Still he thought he would give it a try. 

" So can I make it up to you by taking you out for a cup of coffee? " He asked her, desperately praying she would say yes. 

Y/n shook her head, " Uh, no , that won't be necessary. I'm fine. " 

Charles was disappointed. He was looking for a way to keep the conversation flowing when he noticed the book in her hand. 

" Is that " The Guest List" by Lucy Foley? " 

" Yeah….I've been meaning to read a psychological thriller and my friend recommended this. " 

" I've read it and it doesn't disappoint. You should definitely give it a try. " 

" You like reading? " 

" Yeah! It just gives me an escape from everything you know? Like I can forget about racing, PR events and every other thing" 

"Racing? " Charles didn't miss the adorable way her face scrunched and a slight pout appeared on her lips as she asked him about his profession. 

" I'm a Formula 1 driver. You like to watch? " 

" Uh, I have never watched it before, I'm sorry. " 

" There's nothing to be sorry about. If you want, I can explain it to you. " There was an excited glint in his eyes. He was hoping she would say yes so he could talk to her a little more. It didn't matter if he only got a few more seconds with her, he just didn't want the meeting to end. 

" I'm sorry but I gotta go. I've a meeting to prepare for . It was lovely talking to you Charles. " 

With that she left. Charles was a bit sad. No he waa extremely sad but convinced himself that he would meet her again and this time, he'll get her number. 

A month passed before they saw each other again. They met at the same place. Again Charles asked her out and again she refused. This happened three more times before she finally agreed to going on a date with him. To say Charles was overjoyed would be an understatement. He meticulously planned their first date. They went stargazing. Under the night sky, illuminated by the stars, Charles kissed her for the first time but it wouldn't be the last time he did. It was as if all of Y/n's fears vanished from that kiss. She was scared of entering into a relationship but a part of her knew Charles would take care of her heart, that he would never do anything to hurt her and that she would always be safe with him. She took the decision to let go of her fears just this once and allowed herself to fall for Charles. 

They've been together for three years. They've fought like any couple does but their love was stronger than all of the problems they were made to face. Charles knew she was the one he wanted to spend his life with, the one he wanted to be the mother of his children. He wanted to grow old with her and he wanted the honour of calling her his wife. 

He had been trying to plan the perfect proposal for months. He wanted it to be special, he wanted it to be something she will cherish for the rest of her life. He was passing through the streets of Monaco when he came across the bookstore where they had met for the first time. He knew at that moment that this was where he was gonna propose to his love

It was Sunday morning and Y/n was dragged out of the bed and was instructed to get ready for a bookstore date. Y/n was thrilled. It had been way too long since they had gone on a bookstore date. 

As they reached the bookstore, Y/n immediately thought of the first time she had met Charles.  She is glad she decided to give him a chance. She couldn't think of her life without him anymore. 

As they entered the store, Charles handed a piece of paper to her. 

" Is this a scavenger hunt? " Y/n asked curiously. If there's one thing she loved more than Charles, it was a good challenge. 

"Sort of.  The first number is the book shelf . Second is the row number . Third is the book number..  Each book has one sticky note in it.  You need to collect all the notes and piece them together. "

Y/n did exactly that. The clues led her to various books, from crime fiction to a cooking book to a love story about a painter and his muse. 

Y/n had collected all the notes. As she tried piecing the words together, she realised they spelt, " WILL YOU MARRY ME? " She turned to Charles but he wasn't there. He was on his knees with a delicate ring in his trembling hands. 

" I had something written but I can't find it anymore. I-" 

Charles was abruptly cut off by Y/n. She threw herself at him and they both landed on the ground with a thud. 

"Y/n"

" You really wanna marry me? " 

"Yeah. You're the best thing in my life mon trésor. I want everything with you. The good, the bad and everything in between. "

" More than your championship winning trophy? "

" More than that. So what is your answer? You wanna marry me? " 

" Yes! A hundred times yes. " 

Charles slid the ring on her finger and kissed her softly. They both knew that there was no place they would rather be. They were ready to start their forever. 

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French Kiss: Tale of the Revolution, Ch. 20: Happy Endings

Colorized version of Fighting at the Hotel de Ville, 28th July 1830 by Jean Victor Schnetz. (embedded image description)

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Summer, 1830, Café Procope

Virgil leaned forward, elbows on the table, and he watched, eyes wide, as the bearded man took a long draw on his coffee. “Then what happened? Tell me, did Patton and Remus free them? Did they… did they go back for Logan’s body? Maybe… maybe he was really still alive?”

The bearded man’s eyes shot over to the bartender, but his back was turned to them. 

“Patton didn't slept at all that night,” the bearded man shook his head. “Remus tried, if for no other reason than to mollify him. And to…" He lowered his voice. "Give him a little privacy while he grieved." The bartender faced the other side of the bar, studiously busy polishing a beer stein. The bearded man cleared his throat and nodded. "At first, Remus imagined making his way back to the palace, fighting and sneaking his way past the rebels, convincing the guards he was who he said he was, and breaking in to free his love and his brother.”

He drank more of his coffee. “But as the night wore on, the fires at Versailles grew brighter. And his hope dimmed.”

15 July 1789

Patton stirred at the first hint of pink along the horizon. “Your—Remus?” he whispered, moving closer and resting a hand on Remus’ shoulder. “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” his voice cracked. Patton was on his feet, stomping dirt into the embers. Remus scrambled up after him. “The horses stayed,” he murmured.

“Petit and Naif are good horses, aren’t you?” he cooed, scritching across the shorter one’s back before strapping down his saddle.

“So you’ll take Petit,” Remus copied his movements and buckled the other saddle. “And I’ll take Naif?”

Patton chuckled dryly. “Petit’s the taller one. You’ve got her now." He stroked Naif's mane and his voice went soft. "Logan used to pretend he didn't like that joke.”  He dragged his hand across his face and  watched the sun inch her way over the horizon. Remus lifted his hand, about to grip his shoulder or… Do something. Anything. Anything to cut through the blanket of grief wrapped around the other man.

But Patton straightened and pointed to the thinnest part of the trees. “We’ll head that way on foot, then see how the road looks.” He nodded and clicked his tongue. Both horses followed him. “With any luck, we can ride most of the way.”

~~~

The City of Light burned.

Black, oily smoke billowed from the Bastille and several of the larger estates along the far shore of the Seine. The tall, windowed doors of St. Germaine were barred with a crooked iron brace. There were scorch marks on the doors and more on the loose pages from the prayer books gathered in clumps along the gutters.

They walked the horses slowly, and Patton clucked soothingly when a loud bang sounded north of La Chapelle. “Welcome to Paris,” he murmured to Remus. The bright sunshine illuminated every cracked window, every pile of trash, every dirty puddle. Every beggar. Patton took them past du Foy, but Remy had boarded up the windows and was likely hunkered down inside, his stolen musket by his side, lead pipe in his hand. Remy had told him stories of the food riots in the '70s, and he was not the type to take chances after that.

A rumbly wave of voices spread out from the center of the city and they followed the noise. A large gallows had been assembled in the middle of Jardin Square. The air was thick and acrid with the fires dotting the city and July’s heat already rising up from the cobblestone streets. The memory of the forest's cool air and the babbling creek seemed unreal.

The gallows platform was empty save for a pair of rebels fastening nooses to the heavy beam. Either end was rough and splintered, probably plundered from one of the estates before the structure was torched. “Look,” Remus tugged at his sleeve and his eyes darted over to the floor of the gallows. It was built tall, with the stage higher than eye level. “There are trap doors.” Patton looked and under each rope was a jagged square. “If we can stop those from triggering, it could buy us time to cut them down.”

Patton nodded. “Let’s tie off the horses, then cover me while I get under there.”

Less than an hour later, Patton and Remus mingled with the crowd at either edge of the gallows, mere paces from the steps leading up to the stage. The moment the doors failed to open, they would rush up, clad in red scarves, and promise to help. They had to be fast, and cut the ropes before anyone else could reach them. 

They had one shot.

Remus fidgeted, his curls, even dirty, bouncing as he shifted. He jumped when someone clapped his shoulder, laughing. He laughed along and said something Patton couldn’t decipher from the other end of the stage. A little boy beat out a steady rat-tat-tat on a dented drum and the crowd’s volume grew. The mass of people moved as one, breathless and faces bright with excitement. One of the Garde Royale emerged from the commandeered shop behind the gallows. His uniform was torn, epaulets ripped from the shoulders and a deep purple bruise covering one eye. The crowd jeered as he was led to the end closest to Patton and two students he recognized from the café tightened the noose around his neck.

More boos erupted from the men and women and children gathered around the stage. Janus stumbled out, eyes downcast and his hands tied in front of him, like the guard. He didn’t appear to be in as bad of shape, but he favored his left leg as he walked and he moved far too slowly. Remus’ eyes were fixed on him and he inched a little closer to the steps.

“Not too soon, Your Majesty,” Patton whispered under his breath, willing Remus to remember to wait.

Patton didn’t think the crowd could get louder but a flash of green drew a roar from the mob. A head taller than the men leading him, Prince Roman walked with shoulders squared and chin tilted up. If it weren’t for the split, bloodied lip and his blood-matted hair, he could have been making his entrance at a grand ball. He didn’t react when one of the men tried to trip him, catching himself before falling on his face, arms tied behind his back, one final loss of freedom they could inflict before at last taking away his life.

From where he stood, Patton could see the lever that was meant to open the hatches. Beneath the stage, he'd jammed thick cedar shims into the mechanisms, his sabotage invisible from the outside. The lever would work, but the hatched would remain closed just long enough for him and Remus to cut everyone down.

The drums intensified, riling up the crowd until there was a crack of gunpowder and the executioner pulled the lever. When the hatches didn’t open, panicked voices rose up from the students who’d squeezed through the crowd to get a better view of the hanging. They were now penned in, caught between the head-high hanging platform and the growing mob. 

It was now or never.

Moving as one, Remus and Patton dashed onto the stage. Before Remus could reach his brother, the shim splintered and the hatch dropped beneath his feet. Remus shouted, a wordless, panicked cry, as he dragged Roman back up and began to hack at the rope. While that was going on, the guard had managed to wiggle one hand out from his ropes and freed himself before he abandoned his distinctive coat and jumped off the back of the execution stage. The crowd was stunned, and time seemed to stand still as Patton ran to Janus’ side. 

With all eyes on the “King,” he sawed through Janus’ ropes and half ushered, half carried him to the other end of the stage. “Trust me,” he hissed at the twins, then ripped open Roman’s tattered green coat and shouted, “Everyone! Faites attention! He’s wearing red! The King’s a fraud, he’s just a guard." He pointed behind the stage, away from where the guard had escaped. "That man was the King!” 

The mob roiled around them, a bubble waiting to pop. As they moved down the ladder, Remus spotted a familiar young woman dressed in rags, clutching her elderly grandfather’s arm. Her rough woven skirt and apron, stained and threadbare blouse looked like anyone else's but he knew that face. Relief flooded his heart and he almost smiled. Philomene! She’d gotten out and taken Maitre with her. She met Remus' eyes, bowed her head, then stepped in front of a rebel attempting to get to the stage. She grabbed his arm, speaking quickly and pointing to Maitre. 

“Get to the horses while they’re distracted,” Patton ordered, pulling the princes along. He squirmed through the crowd as they pushed their way around the stage, hunting for the long-gone guard. Dirtied and bloodied, friend and foe, royalty and Jacobin all looked alike and they managed to get to the edge of the square where Petit and Naif nickered nervously.

“You found me,” Janus slurred once they’d stopped, hanging from Remus’ arm.

“Of course I found you, mon douceur,” he murmured and lifted Janus up into the saddle before climbing up behind him, one arm wrapped around his love’s waist, the other hand tight on the reins. “I promised you, ‘til my last breath and beyond.” He nuzzled gently against the side of his neck, shoulders trembling. After a moment, he straightened and turned toward the others. “Race you, brother,” he started to laugh, but it came out more like a sob at the sight his brother’s bruised and bloodied face.

“If you think I’m going to let you win merely because you saved my life,” Roman’s smile was weak but real as he mounted the other horse behind Patton. “You’re dreaming.”

Patton chuckled at the brothers’ banter and tugged on the taller man’s arms. “Hold on tight, Your Highness” he muttered.

“Mon héros petit,” he said quietly, both arms looped tightly around Patton’s waist. He looked over his shoulder when the sound of the mob changed. Someone in the crowd pointed their way, and the mob seethed, undulating toward them like some giant sea creature. 

“We need to move,” Patton said, clicking his tongue at the horses. “Now!”

Urging Naif and Petit into a gallop, the four of them took off just ahead of the crowd, leaving the chaotic mob in their horses’ dust.

Summer, 1830, Café Procope

“Mon dieu,” Virgil murmured. “They made it?” Tears pouring freely down his cheeks, he accepted a handkerchief from the bearded man. He scrubbed his face dry and shook his head. “That was a beautiful story, monsieur. Thank you.” He swallowed hard and nodded. “Where are they now? The stories say they—”

“Last I heard, the four of them were still guests of King Fredrick in Berlin.” He shrugged and finished his coffee. “Exile beats death.”

Virgil tapped the sides of his cup and leaned forward, eyes drawn to the gun the bearded man still held. His gun. “Did Patton ever return to Paris to seek revenge? To find… um… Raúl?" He stared at his gun with hardened eyes before looking up at the bearded man. "Make him pay for killing Logan?”

Shaking his head, again the bearded man gazed out at the bartender working his way through his closing tasks. The bar counter gleamed in the lamplight, every glass shone, bright and glossy. Just like the bartender’s clear blue eyes. “Patton was never the type to hurt someone out of revenge.” He returned his attention to Virgil. “Besides, they all knew Logan wouldn’t’ve wanted that.” 

The dark fire that had filled Virgil’s eyes faded, and the coffee had sobered him. He stared down at the table for a long time, rubbing his hands over the scarred but polished surface. Finally he looked up and jerked his chin toward the gun. “I listened to your story, monsieur.” He bowed his head and pulled the ring out from under his shirt. He kissed it, then left it out, hanging just over his heart. “May I have my gun back now?”

“How about…” Picking up the gun, he opened the chamber and knocked the three bullets it contained into his palm. “You keep your gun, and I keep your bullets.” He offered Virgil the revolver, handle first. “Fair?”

Virgil chewed on his lip then finally nodded. “Entendu. Fair.” His mouth regained a bit of the shaky smile he’d had at the end of the bearded man’s story. He accepted the gun and, after a moment, tucked it in his belt. “Good night, monsieur. Thank you for the coffee and… the story,” he said, uncertain, like he’d pushed and pushed and pushed at a door only to have it fling open when pulled. He gave the bartender a little two-fingered salute then slunk out into the night.

The bartender followed and locked the door behind him before lowering the shade. Smiling with a faraway look in his eyes, he filled the bearded man’s cup with the last of the coffee. “You gave ‘Patton’ a larger role in the rescue tale this time.” As he turned to extinguish the lamps at the next table, the flames cast golden light over the bartender's unruly mop of greying hair, momentarily restoring his formerly blond curls.

The bearded man smiled sadly at him.

“He deserves it. Roman was right. The little kitchen scullery was a hero that night.” He took a long drag of his coffee, relishing the way the hot, bitter brew scalded his throat. He set down the mug and wiped his mustache with the back of his hand. “Saved His Majesty’s life.”

The bartender nodded. “It’s too bad I couldn’t save you both. That I couldn't save you all.”

The bearded man rubbed the edge of Janus’ gold ring, back on his pinkie where it had been the night he’d given to him. “You did what we all did that night, Pat,” he shrugged, leaning over to extinguish the last light. The lamplight accentuated the bump in his nose from the decades-old fracture. He contemplated the light, then blew it out. Gas streetlights spilled into the suddenly darkened space from the transom, hiding the surrounding ghosts in long shadows. “You saved who you could.”

~~~

Side by side of the edited and original versions of Jean Victor Schnetz' Fighting At The Hotel De Ville (1830)

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Hello! Happy nice ask week! I would love to know: If TK and Carlos were teleported onto your doorstep and they had to spend the day with you, where would you take them and what would you get up to?

Okay, I'm taking liberties with this, because if (when) I finish Knave4 I have a knave-ficlet I want to write about them going to Paris.

So, we all go to Paris, and we stay near the Jardin Luxembourg,a nd start our day with fresh croissants au beurre, and then the Musee D'Orsay, and then ice cream at Berthillon and Ste Chapelle. And, we go to the Place des Vosges for coffee, and wander through the Palais Royale.

We do not go to the Louvre, or the Tour Eiffel (we look at it from across the river like sane people). We go to Les Invalides to look at the courtyard, and then to the Musee Rodin and actually go inside. We go to the Marche aux Fleurs, and we wander down the banks of the Seine (which they have made pedestrian, which is mindbogglingly amazing) and poke our heads in bouquinistes if they have something interesting.

And we definitely go to dinner one night at the Breton crepe place in St Germain. And we go to the market on the rue Cler and bring home cheese and bread and pate and fruit for dinner one night (and wine for me and Carlos).

I need to go back to Paris.

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