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Love is eternal even in sin
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warning : angst, hurt/comfort, minor blood, imprisonment, no use of Y/n
Summary : Only one man has returned from Demeter, a man the first mat with a corpse in his arms. But what if she is not dead, that this cruel curse had gotten her. Was it possible that even in this madness they could still find each other in love?
Info : So another work for Wojchek this man is full of angst but that is what I'm here for so hope you like it ;)
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Night had fallen over London. The people of the city slept soundly in their beds, snuggled together to keep warm when the fire in the fireplace threatened to go out. The ships in the harbor were all docked, the captains slept in their bunks and the crew enjoyed beers in the bars while still partying a little.
Everything except the Demeter, the beautiful risky familiar ship that had already made hundreds of trips. But no one came from this ship except for one man, a man who had a look of death in his eyes. He had looked to the edge of the water and saw only hell.
The hell that manifested itself in his arms as he carried what appeared to be a corpse from the ground wrapped in cloth and varnish so as not to show it. But as soon as he disembarked, the coins of the ship, now a ghost ship, had been holed up in the dark narrow alleys of the basement apartment for years, but it didn't matter.
What did matter was that there was a lockable room in the cellar, a former cold room with an iron door to keep the food that was once stored there fresh. Something he needed and had to have otherwise he would unleash the horror on the inhabitants and lose them his heart forever.
A bond ima had formed over the death of the vampire became a love for another life that he could not and would not give up after death. But that was the reason why he was hurrying through the dark streets of the city, two baskets moving under his cloak, something moving inside.
The merchants and black marketeers always had something they had to get rid of at the end of the day, even the damned children could get him what he needed for her.
Unlocking the door to his small apartment with the old key, the wood creaked under his feet, ,,I'm back darling," he murmured, knowing she was always waiting for him stronger than he could ever be as he closed the door behind him, drew the thin old curtains in front of the small window and dimmed the light from the oil lamps.
Taking off his coat and cloak and throwing them on the small wooden table, he made his way down to the cellar. Down the stairs it got darker and only the light from above helped him to find his way.
But he managed to do so since they had docked and he had disembarked, several months had passed and she was still there. ,,Please...get away from the door," he called out in agreement as her footsteps moved away from the door and she retreated into the darker part of the room. He used the key to open the door before looking into the darkness.
Saw that she had left the only light of the oil lamp on dimly while the candles and the rest were extinguished. ,,It must have been too bright outside today, huh?" he asked softly, trying to swallow the pain as he always did and try to make it better.
,,Yes," she replied curtly and rose from the bed slowly and weakly, the day had been more exhausting than usual, even though there was no daylight coming in, the noise, the blood and the light shining on the apartment weakened her.
,,I'm always here...I brought you something...your favorite things," he said, a smile flitting across her pale lips, once a beautiful shade of pink, as she came to him slowly, as if she barely had any strength, he handed her the basket.
Saw gratitude flash in her increasingly milky eyes but at the same time sadness. ,,What's wrong pearl...I can go too" he called her by her nickname she was his beautiful special pearl his beautiful mermaid his one and only.
He had seen her eat and seen what she had done to the room and even though they had cleaned up together, it was still a bloody mess. But when her ice-cold hand gripped his and a ,,No, stay!" came from her lips, he knew that she was afraid for him and herself, as she was every day and every night.
Afraid that one day she would lose herself and kill him. ,,Please Wojchek don't leave me alone...all this I need you" she admitted seeing the tears in her changed eyes as she slowly pulled him into the room casting the light like a holy glow on them both.
She gave him a grateful smile her cold dead hands caressing his cheek. He leaned towards her touch, he missed the warmth she had given him but he was grateful, indeed he was grateful to this Satan, the Count, that she was still alive.
That she was still with him. As he sat down on the wooden chair and she moved a little further away from him, he saw her turn a little away from him, as she did every night.
She pulled out one animal and vial after another and opened the cork to drink the fresh, still warm blood. Wojchek himself tried to distract himself with his pipe to get the nicotine into his body as he imagined what it would be like when she was first back in order. But he knew.
Since the doctor's death and the late addition of fresh blood to her infected body, he knew it was too late, that it was a futile race against time with his love. That one day when he went down here she would kill him out of hunger, madness and at the command of the vampire Dracula.
His wife knew that one day she would belong to him, the night to the creatures and would forget herself. Forget her lovely Wojchek. ,,I'm done," she said in a whisper and gave him back the empty baskets, trying to wipe the blood from her hands and mouth with her handkerchief before she needed a moment.
As he gently placed his hand on hers, she saw that the color had returned to her cheeks, her lips had regained their lovely pink and her eyes no longer looked blind. ,,Darling, you look so beautiful," he praised her, always complimenting her when she ate, always giving her hope to overcome his own hopelessness.
She stood up and came to him, he got up from the chair himself and took her in his arms, ignoring the blood that was still slightly visible in the light as he slid down the wall with her, leaving them both sitting on the floor.
She turned to him he gave her a gentle kiss tasted her warmth and sweetness ignored the blood always did. He held her, his fingers tracing soothing circles over her slowly warming body. As she laid her head against his chest, they both heard his heartbeat, knowing that it soothed her even before the tragedy happened.
He kissed her on the head, held her and began to talk about his day, pretending that she had been waiting for him upstairs as always. He talked until the sun rose again and the city was bathed in warmth and he felt her getting tired and he held her a little longer until she fell asleep in his arms.
He carefully picked her up in his arms and laid her on the bed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. ,,Sleep well my love," he whispered, giving her one last goodbye kiss before he went out again, closed the door and went upstairs into the now already well-lit room.
He knew it was going to be a sleepless day, a day of searching the libraries and newspapers for ways to reverse this curse, this disease. Because he knew he would go to hell himself to this lord if it meant that his wife was freed to see him again and sail with him again.
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sabbatine · 5 months
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PLEASE elaborate on the bicycle tire smuggling!
OKAY SO some background first, as explained to me by my grandfather aka pake and only casually fact-checked:
The Netherlands was, uh, pretty wrecked after the war, economically, physically, emotionally, everything. One thing the Nazis did before withdrawing was to strip the country of basically everything of value. Gold and silver, of course, but also food (causing the Hongerwinter) and rubber. Since rubber can be re-milled, you can take, say, bicycle tires and then reprocess them into tires for military vehicles. So the Nazis took a lot of people's bike tires. Like, stopped them in the street and took them.
The Netherlands, even then, relied a lot on bike transportation within towns and cities and during the war, between them. It's a very flat and fairly small country. Thus, stealing bike tires was a huge, huge issue, and there were a ton of tires for Nazis to steal.
The war ends. Yay! The allies bring in food, people stop starving to death, etc, the country starts to get on its feet again... but it's hurting, bad, and in reaction, it bans imports of many items or hikes tariffs so high that they might as well ban imports. This is to keep what money that remains inside the country. However, the Netherlands does not have domestic rubber production for obvious reasons, no one has gas for cars (if the cars have tires anyway) or money for trains, and everyone wants bicycle tires. Everyone. Buuuut they're either wildly expensive or impossible to get.
Enter: my grandfather.
My grandfather was stateless at this time due to an unrelated multi-generational issue I can elaborate on if anyone's interested, but he needed a job. The war had been rough- he'd been engaged, broken it off (never got the story on that), gotten diphtheria and spent some time in an iron lung, and trying not to starve or be killed by Nazis for sneezing at them wrong. So, he does what any young man does and joins the Merchant Marine. Now, he makes some money, but not enough money for a young man in his early twenties who just spent the last few years under occupation. He hears about smuggling, and gets the down low on it. He gets into the business.
It goes like this: you buy British pounds on the black market in Amsterdam. You can't do it in Britain for some reason (my guess is their shore leave is short, he didn't have the contacts, and/or it was too expensive there). You take those pounds and when you stop over in England, you hop off for shore leave with a duffel bag and buy as many bicycle tires and inner tubes as you can shove in there. Just REALLY pack them in.
Then, get back on the ship. When you arrive back in the Netherlands, act nonchalant and wait for the Customs officer to look the other way before strolling off the ship. If you have a crew (and ideally, have bribed/looped in the captain of your ship), you can fill any spare nook and cranny on the ship with bicycle tires and you can afford to bribe the Customs clerk. Every time he told this story, he lamented that he was never stationed on one of those ships. They apparently made out like bandits and lived like kings.
Then, sell the tires to your fellow countryman. Cheaper than official sources, but still enough to make it worth your while. Make more money than you've ever seen before. Tell your grandchildren that you spent it all at "nice restaurants" but like, they will probably realize that it wasn't just "nice restaurants" and there may have been some nice ladies in the mix, too, but never confirm or deny anything.
Then, your ship assignment get changed and the smuggling thing doesn't work anymore. No more short jumps between London and Rotterdam! Well, that sucks, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do: jump ship in New York with $15, a toothbrush, and your weird "this guy is who he says he is but is not a Dutch citizen" papers that are the result of the previous statelessness issue.
He did eventually get his papers sorted out but it took him like eight years, several jobs, and a university degree to bother. He was naturalized as a US citizen, married, had kids, became a county librarian, protested against war his whole life, and died at the age of 95. We used his set of nautical alphabet flags to spell out "fuck 45" at his memorial service in 2019. It's what he would have wanted.
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sweetglace · 3 months
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BIRTH NAME: Silvia Neelambari Sivanesan ( Anglicised and shortened to Sylvie Sweet ) AGE: 19 ORIENTATION: lesbian ( closeted ) ETHNIC BACKGROUND: mix of Jaffna Tamil ( today Eelam/Sri lankan Tamil ) and Indian Tamil. ( Sivaganga ) FACECLAIM: Charithra Chandran TIME ZONE: Victorian England EYE COLOUR: Brown HAIR COLOUR: Black.
BACKGROUND: The last known living descendant of Velu Nachiyar, Miss Sylvie Sweet was ironically born in the one place her ancestor would have dreaded, the heart of the British empire. Like many Indian nobles of the time, Sylvie's mother, Meenakshi was taken to England as a small child, snatched away in the dead of the night and smuggled on board a ship bearing the name of the empire. Like many of her peers, Sylvie's mother still lived a very comfortable life, given as a sort of playmate to the daughter of an English lord. When she was old enough, she met Sylvie's father Suresh, who unlike her, had been raised in his home country Ceylon ( now Sri Lanka ) he had followed his own father who had travelled to England of his own free will after the annexation of the Kandyan Kingdoms back in 1815. Like his father before him Suresh had become a ship's clerk and later enjoyed relative success as a trading merchant. Sylvie was Suresh and Meenakshi's only child, and for a time they were very happy. Sylvie was well educated by her parents, mathematics, science, philosophy, history, art, literature, the Sweet's imparted on her a great love of learning. Through her father, she learnt her native tongue as well as the folklore of her people. Suresh was obsessed with the idea of Kumari Kandam long before it became a proposed theory, a fascination that he passed to his daughter. When Sylvie was 7 years old, her mother died of consumption. Father and daughter were devastated, Sylvie particularly so because she had been kept away from her mother during her final weeks and hadn't gotten to say a proper goodbye.
Time passed, and Sylvie grew as educated as she was kind, a polite child who was well praised for her agreeableness. Perhaps she thought if she were her very best self, then nothing bad would happen to her ever again. Alas, life was never so fair. Months prior to her 19th birthday, her father promised he would personally sail back to Ceylon to retrieve a mysterious present for her. His ship never arrived at Galle Harbour. In fact, it simply vanished off the face of the earth. Sylvie quietly grieved the loss, faced with the equally grim prospect of being a Victorian woman, alone in the world. It was then that her mother's "benefactor" Lord Salter. stepped in, suggesting she take a respectable position as a ladies companion. Sylvie agreed, it was the best course of action for her. On a normal Tuesday morning, she set out to the address Lord Salter had given her for an ageing countess who was in dire need of company, when a very peculiar thing happened; Marco Polo fell right out of the sky and landed in front of her, picked himself off the ground as if his 20 ft fall was nothing, dusted himself off and walked away. As strange and frightening as that event was, soon it began happening all over London, reports of people resembling historical figures falling from the sky. There was Vasco Da Gama sailing down the Thames, Sir Francis drake at Big Ben, Magellan outside Buckingham.
As confused and scared as she were, Sylvie couldn't help but notice what others hadn't, that all of these people were explorers and that they all seemed to be heading for the same destination once they landed, the docks. Lord Salter dismissed her concerns, pure nonsense concocted in the mind of a foreigner, and bid her go to the countesses address as she was supposed to.
Again, Sylvie set out for the Countesses house, but at the crossroads between the house and the docks, she paused. She couldn't explain it, but it felt as if her whole life had come down to this one choice. Be the obedient, unassuming girl everyone wanted her to be, or seek the truth like a hero in a her father's stories. for once, Sylvie chose the latter, and that one decision would change her life forever....
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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years
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Tuesday 6 August 1839
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much rain in the night and till 6 this morning – fair or nearly so at 7 1/2am F71 ½° at 9 am breakfast at 9 ¼ in about ½ hour+ - then had Smith giving us a lesson in Norsk till about one – afterwards till 1 40/.. talking to me – wish him to draw up a little grammar –
name                    navn                     a name                      et navn
the name             navnet                 a good name             et godt navn
names                  navne                  the good name          det gode navn
the names           navnene             the good names         de gode navne
when the crown price is here he is viceroi – Comte Vedel [Wedel] Jarlsberg is Stadthooder and as such is respected but his nobility is nothing – Smiths’ is-to-be father in law is noble but not titré – he is allowed to keep his nobility for life, and so are his children allowed to keep theirs they that were bron before the new constitution (made in 1814) because the constitution is not retrospective but nobody could be born noble in Norway after 1814 S-‘s father in law has sent his papers (documents vouchers of nobility they being 1st allowed and signed by the storthing) to his nephew Glöcker to be kept at Copenhagen the nephew being in the Danish royal guard – many here in a fit of enthusiasm burnt their documents of nobility -  a new large excellent map of Norway, very dear, in progress – See this and Krafts’ (Krofts) account of Norway – any English copper mining company at [Talvigoes] N.L. 70° in Finmarkens amter established about 4 years ago – the Fins are pagans and nomads – are mountaineers – come down into the vales in winter – a steam boat goes between Xtiania and Bergen and from Bergen to Talvigoes – the Sirius large London Petersburg  
Tuesday 6 calls at Xtiansand 40 miles by water (=3 days) from Xtiania and .... miles by Drammen and by land – a Storthingsman has 3 ½ species a day.  then inking over accounts till off at 3 12/.. from Drammen the suspension bridge the only one in Norway – Drammen consist of the 3 towers Bregĕnes [Bragernes], Strumsöe [Strømsø?], and Tangen = 7000 to 8000 inhabitants  Drammen the Liverpool of Norway on account of the enterprise of its merchants – they had the 1st steam boat – just out of D- barley harvest – sheaves hung to dry round (from top to bottom) a pole 6 or 7ft. high – looking like sheaf-coloured cars downwards at Sjellibeck (pronounced yellibek) single house at 4 ¾ - off at 5 and at 6 7/.. at Ravnsborg single house for the scattered village at a little distance – beautiful drive all the way from Drammen here – and fine afternoon – at 6 54/.. turn (left) from the Xtiania road to Jonsry [Jonsrud] to see Crokleaven [Krokkleiva?] tomorrow morning – beautiful drive – the road good but evidently a by-road – about 7 ½ close to a little cascade and mill and bridge poor Smith thrown from his but not hurt – I could not reach the reins – the lad behind sat unmoved in spite of my signs to him jump down and stop the horses – they got to the middle of the bridge then got the rein (at 7 55/.. Barum) round the near fore wheel, backed and we might have been in a scrape in the water or over the wall several feet below the road but S- gathered himself up and came A- behaved very well – a man in a spring cart behind us came up and helped to get all right – at 7 55/.. Barum [Bærum] picturesque good village belonging to comte Vedel [Wedel] Jarlsberg where he has an iron foundry – the mineral chiefly comes from Arendal by water – very little of it get here – but the foundry here on account of the great quantity of wood – his property said to = a million of species, but he is said to owe as much – now things so better with him – he is stadhoulder and is doing better – he fait un grand commerce en fer et en bois –
SH:7/ML/TR/12/0020
August Tuesday 6 Norway buys coal of England (stein cöel as pronounced) charbon de terre - gives us wood, but only the large wood the smaller pays too much duty i.e. pays the same as the large sold last year 500,000 species worth of herrings – the anchovies caught chiefly in the Xtiania fjord – caught in autumn – S- paid last year last winter in a private house (très bien) breakfast dinner and coffee and supper and well lodged 8 species per mois ½ species for wood and ½ species to the garçon = 9 sp. per mois – if he should die, his widow would have a pension – 80sp. a year on his having paid 300sp. all at once or by little and little to government – the highest pension given by government = 350sp. a year which must be paid for in proportion – our bill this morning too much – and 4sp. per day at the hotel du nord at Xtiania enormous – at Jonsrud at 8 ¾ - nice large comfortable room rez de chaussée – 1 bed and the sofa made up into a bed – It was just beginning to rain as we alighted but has held off – pancakes and tea at 9 50/.. then till 11 finishing inking over accounts fine day F71° now at 11 pm no rain but the drop or 2 that frightened us on our arrival at 8 ¾ pm
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brookston · 9 months
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Holidays 6.20
Holidays
Bald Eagle Day (a.k.a. American Eagle Day)
Day of Remembrance of the Victims of the Ossentian Genocide (South Ossetia)
Flag Day (Argentina)
Gas Sector Day (Azerbaijan)
Guru Rinpoche Day (Bhutan)
Hike with a Geek Day
International Asteroid Day
International Day of Nikkei
International Horseshoe Crab Day
International Nystagmus Awareness Day
International Tennis Day
Loch Ness Day
Martyrs’ Day (Eritrea)
National Celluma Light Therapy Day
National Goat Day
National Heroes’ Day (Bermuda)
National Hike with a Geek Day
National Jimmy Day
National Kissing Day (UK)
National Neuroscience Nurses Day (Canada)
National Public Display of Affection Day
National Yard Games Day
New Identity Day
Nystagmus Awareness Day (a.k.a. Wobbly Wednesday)
Oat Day (French Republic)
Oxford Charter Day
Ratha Yathra (a.k.a. Kang; Manipur, Odisha; India)
Takekiri Eshiki Matsuri (Bamboo Cutting Festival; Japan)
Toad Hollow Day of Thank You
Vitamin Discovery Day
World Facioscapulohumeral Muscular Dystrophy Day
World Productivity Day
World Psychedelics Day
World Refugee Day (UN)
World Wi-Fi Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Drink Chenin Blanc Day
Flitch of Bacon Day (UK)
Ice Cream Soda Day
National Kouign Amann Day
Plain Yogurt Day
Vanilla Milkshake Day
Vinegar Day
3rd Tuesday in June
National Accounts Payable Appreciation Day [3rd Tuesday]
National Cherry Tart Day [3rd Tuesday]
Royal Ascot begins (UK) [3rd Tuesday]
Independence Days
Aedeland (a.k.a. Republic of Aedeland, Declared, 943) [unrecognized]
Nixland (Declared, 2014) [unrecognized]
West Virginia Statehood Day (#35; 1863)
Feast Days
Adalbert of Magdeburg (Christian; Saint)
Bain, Bishop of Terouanne (Christian; Saint)
Carista (Day of Peace in the Family; Pagan)
Day of Cerridwen (Welsh Goddess of Barley)
Day of the Purification of All Things (Ancient Egypt)
Festival of Saint Joan begins (Spain)
Festival of Summanus (Ancient Roman god of nocturnal thunder)
Florentina (Christian; Saint)
Gobain (Christian; Saint)
Idaberga (a.k.a. Edburge) of Merica (Christian; Saint)
Iron Skegge’s Day (Vikings)
John of Matera (Christian; Saint)
Joseph Smith Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Kubik (Muppetism)
Kurt Schwitters (Artology)
Margareta Ebner (Christian; Blessed)
Methodius of Olympus (Christian; Saint)
Michelina of Pesaro (Christian; Saint)
Omer (Christian; Saint)
Otho the Great (Positivist; Saint)
Scira (a.k.a. Skirophoria; Festival for Demeter; Ancient Greece)
Silverius, Pope (Christian; Saint) 
World Juggling Day (Pastafarian)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Yellow Day [Happiest day of the year.]
Premieres
Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (Film; 2012)
Batman & Robin (Film; 1997)
Blonde on Blonde, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1966)
The Blue Lagoon (Film; 1980)
The Blues Brothers (Film & Soundtrack Album; 1980)
The Call of the Wild, by Jack London (Novel; 1902)
Carry On Camping (Film; 1969)
Chinatown (Film; 1974)
Clown of the Jungle (Disney Cartoon; 1947)
Dangerously in Love, by Beyoncé (Album; 2003)
Don’t Be Cruel, by Bobby Brown (Album; 1988)
Double Vision, by Foreigner (Album; 1978)
Father’s Week-End (Disney Cartoon; 1953)
Get Smart (Film; 2008)
Hare Trimmed (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)
Heart Break, by New Edition (Album; 1988)
HIStory: Past, Present and Future, Book I, by Michael Jackson (Album; 1995)
Hulk (Film; 2003)
Independence Day: Resurgence (Film; 2016)
Jaws (Film; 1975)
The Last of the Just, by Andre Schwarz-Bart (Novel; 1961)
The Merchant of Venice, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1605)
Mickey’s Rival (Disney Cartoon; 1936)
Moving Day (Disney Cartoon; 1936)
My Best Friend’s Wedding (Film; 1997)
The Nifty Nineties (Disney Cartoon; 1941)
One, by George Jones and Tammy Wynette (Album; 1995)
The Reluctant Dragon (Disney Animated Film; 1941)
Rommel, The Desert Fox, by Desmond Young (Biography; 1951)
Shanghaied Shipmates (WB LT Cartoon; 1936)
Superman: Brainiac Attacks (WB Animated Film; 2006)
Teenage Idol, recorded by Rick Nelson (Song; 1962)
Tonight’s the Night, by Neil Young (Album; 1975)
A Touch of Class (Film; 1973)
The Trooper, by Iron Maiden (Song; 1983)
Unsafe at Any Speed, by Ralph Nader (Book; 1966)
Yellowstone (TV Series; 2018)
Yesterday and Today (a.k.a. The Butcher Cover), by The Beatles (Album; 1966)
Today’s Name Days
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Into (Finland)
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Ettore, Silverio (Italy)
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Maria, Valeria (Russia)
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Today is Also…
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J Cal: 21 Sol; Sevenday [21 of 30]
Julian: 7 June 2023
Moon: 6%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 3 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Otho the Great]
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Season: Spring (Day 92 of 92)
Zodiac: Gemini (Day 30 of 32)
Calendar Changes
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brookstonalmanac · 9 months
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Holidays 6.20
Holidays
Bald Eagle Day (a.k.a. American Eagle Day)
Day of Remembrance of the Victims of the Ossentian Genocide (South Ossetia)
Flag Day (Argentina)
Gas Sector Day (Azerbaijan)
Guru Rinpoche Day (Bhutan)
Hike with a Geek Day
International Asteroid Day
International Day of Nikkei
International Horseshoe Crab Day
International Nystagmus Awareness Day
International Tennis Day
Loch Ness Day
Martyrs’ Day (Eritrea)
National Celluma Light Therapy Day
National Goat Day
National Heroes’ Day (Bermuda)
National Hike with a Geek Day
National Jimmy Day
National Kissing Day (UK)
National Neuroscience Nurses Day (Canada)
National Public Display of Affection Day
National Yard Games Day
New Identity Day
Nystagmus Awareness Day (a.k.a. Wobbly Wednesday)
Oat Day (French Republic)
Oxford Charter Day
Ratha Yathra (a.k.a. Kang; Manipur, Odisha; India)
Takekiri Eshiki Matsuri (Bamboo Cutting Festival; Japan)
Toad Hollow Day of Thank You
Vitamin Discovery Day
World Facioscapulohumeral Muscular Dystrophy Day
World Productivity Day
World Psychedelics Day
World Refugee Day (UN)
World Wi-Fi Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Drink Chenin Blanc Day
Flitch of Bacon Day (UK)
Ice Cream Soda Day
National Kouign Amann Day
Plain Yogurt Day
Vanilla Milkshake Day
Vinegar Day
3rd Tuesday in June
National Accounts Payable Appreciation Day [3rd Tuesday]
National Cherry Tart Day [3rd Tuesday]
Royal Ascot begins (UK) [3rd Tuesday]
Independence Days
Aedeland (a.k.a. Republic of Aedeland, Declared, 943) [unrecognized]
Nixland (Declared, 2014) [unrecognized]
West Virginia Statehood Day (#35; 1863)
Feast Days
Adalbert of Magdeburg (Christian; Saint)
Bain, Bishop of Terouanne (Christian; Saint)
Carista (Day of Peace in the Family; Pagan)
Day of Cerridwen (Welsh Goddess of Barley)
Day of the Purification of All Things (Ancient Egypt)
Festival of Saint Joan begins (Spain)
Festival of Summanus (Ancient Roman god of nocturnal thunder)
Florentina (Christian; Saint)
Gobain (Christian; Saint)
Idaberga (a.k.a. Edburge) of Merica (Christian; Saint)
Iron Skegge’s Day (Vikings)
John of Matera (Christian; Saint)
Joseph Smith Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Kubik (Muppetism)
Kurt Schwitters (Artology)
Margareta Ebner (Christian; Blessed)
Methodius of Olympus (Christian; Saint)
Michelina of Pesaro (Christian; Saint)
Omer (Christian; Saint)
Otho the Great (Positivist; Saint)
Scira (a.k.a. Skirophoria; Festival for Demeter; Ancient Greece)
Silverius, Pope (Christian; Saint) 
World Juggling Day (Pastafarian)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Yellow Day [Happiest day of the year.]
Premieres
Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (Film; 2012)
Batman & Robin (Film; 1997)
Blonde on Blonde, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1966)
The Blue Lagoon (Film; 1980)
The Blues Brothers (Film & Soundtrack Album; 1980)
The Call of the Wild, by Jack London (Novel; 1902)
Carry On Camping (Film; 1969)
Chinatown (Film; 1974)
Clown of the Jungle (Disney Cartoon; 1947)
Dangerously in Love, by Beyoncé (Album; 2003)
Don’t Be Cruel, by Bobby Brown (Album; 1988)
Double Vision, by Foreigner (Album; 1978)
Father’s Week-End (Disney Cartoon; 1953)
Get Smart (Film; 2008)
Hare Trimmed (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)
Heart Break, by New Edition (Album; 1988)
HIStory: Past, Present and Future, Book I, by Michael Jackson (Album; 1995)
Hulk (Film; 2003)
Independence Day: Resurgence (Film; 2016)
Jaws (Film; 1975)
The Last of the Just, by Andre Schwarz-Bart (Novel; 1961)
The Merchant of Venice, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1605)
Mickey’s Rival (Disney Cartoon; 1936)
Moving Day (Disney Cartoon; 1936)
My Best Friend’s Wedding (Film; 1997)
The Nifty Nineties (Disney Cartoon; 1941)
One, by George Jones and Tammy Wynette (Album; 1995)
The Reluctant Dragon (Disney Animated Film; 1941)
Rommel, The Desert Fox, by Desmond Young (Biography; 1951)
Shanghaied Shipmates (WB LT Cartoon; 1936)
Superman: Brainiac Attacks (WB Animated Film; 2006)
Teenage Idol, recorded by Rick Nelson (Song; 1962)
Tonight’s the Night, by Neil Young (Album; 1975)
A Touch of Class (Film; 1973)
The Trooper, by Iron Maiden (Song; 1983)
Unsafe at Any Speed, by Ralph Nader (Book; 1966)
Yellowstone (TV Series; 2018)
Yesterday and Today (a.k.a. The Butcher Cover), by The Beatles (Album; 1966)
Today’s Name Days
Adalbert, Florentina (Austria)
Margareta, Naum (Croatia)
Květa (Czech Republic)
Sylverius (Denmark)
Kaari, Karlotte, Karola, Karoliine, Karolin, Lota (Estonia)
Into (Finland)
Silvère (France)
Adalbert, Florentina, Margot (Germany)
Methodios (Greece)
Rafael (Hungary)
Ettore, Silverio (Italy)
Imula, Maira, Rasa, Rasma (Latvia)
Silverijus, Žadvainas, Žintautė (Lithuania)
Salve, Sølve, Sølvi (Norway)
Bogna, Bogumiła, Bożena, Florentyna, Franciszek, Michał, Rafaela, Rafał, Sylwery (Poland)
Metodie (România)
Maria, Valeria (Russia)
Valéria (Slovakia)
Florentina, Silverio (Spain)
Flora, Linda (Sweden)
Earl, Earline, Errol, Fatima, Ofelia, Omar, Omarion, Ophelia (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 171 of 2024; 194 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 1 of week 25 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 9 of 28]
Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 3 (Ji-You)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 1 Tammuz 5783
Islamic: 1 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444
J Cal: 21 Sol; Sevenday [21 of 30]
Julian: 7 June 2023
Moon: 6%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 3 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Otho the Great]
Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 11 of 15]
Season: Spring (Day 92 of 92)
Zodiac: Gemini (Day 30 of 32)
Calendar Changes
Ḏū al-Ḥijjah [ذُو ٱلْحِجَّة] (Islamic Calendar) [Month 11 of 12] (The One of The Pilgrimage)
Tammūz [תַּמּוּז] (Hebrew Calendar) [Month 4 of 12]
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Book: A Killer in the Crystal Palace
Author: Deb Marlowe
Series: The Kier and Levett Mystery, Book #1
Publisher: Dragonblade
Overall Rating: 5 Stars
Blog Rating: 5 Saltire Stars
This is the first book that centers around a Great Exhibition that is ahead of its time and displays much technology ahead of its time.
London 1851
In the Kier and Levett Mystery series, it centers on Miss Kara Levett The attractive and intelligent daughter of a baron and an exhibitor herself, she happily demonstrates her intricate detailed automatons and case clocks and wows the crowds. So intelligent she is not a woman looking for a husband, sitting at home doing needlepoint, or creating dinners menu’s and household chores for her staff. No, this woman was discovering and creating things that no one else has ever done before.
The problem is she is a woman and many of the all male merchants are jealous of her amazing talents and want her out of The Great Exhibition period. They use the sorry excuse she is female, as if being men make them smarter and better which is simply not the case. Feeling this should only be a men’s only club and a woman should not be allowed in at all! Except for one man by the name Niall Kier, who is very impressed by Miss Levett’s amazing talent and feels she deserves to be part of the Great Exhibition as any man. To Niall, it’s about the talent not who did the work, of course he’s not a stuffy Englishman either!
Niall Kier’s homeland is Scotland and his trade is a blacksmith and he also creates and forges amazing pieces. Therefore making iron broches plus creating this breathtaking piece with enormous gates designing a thistle. A thistle became Scotland's national flower and emblem in the 13th century by King Alexander III. However he became the one man who is impressed by Kara Levett’s skills and intelligence of this sweet English rose. He also seems to be her champion and gets her in The Great Exhibition much quicker then if she did this on her own.
Now Kara did notice a one armed man was watching her intensely but the next time she sees him he has her arm automaton and is dead. Well all the jealous merchants at the Crystal Palace are already accusing her of murder it was a quick way to disqualify her from the exhibition! Her creation had not been made for a human man; it was only created for her display. Of course it makes her the prime suspect and Scotland Yard is not helping at all. Furthermore they do not know anything about this man, not even his name. The only one believing her is Niall as the others are accusing her just to get her out of the exhibition which really turns Niall’s stomach. As these men don’t care about ending an innocent woman's life just to remove her from the Exhibition. It was absolutely cruel, callous and ruthless, so Niall becomes her champion and becomes Kara’s only defender yet will it be enough?
Do Niall and Kara become partners looking for the true assailant and murderer? Yet time is of the essence and Scotland Yard just wants to wrap it up quickly not caring if they have the right assailant or not. What everyone doesn’t know is Niall has some secrets of his own and they are running out of time. Can Niall keep Kara safe or is she off to Newgate? Read this fascinating novel and find out!
This is the first book in “The Kier and Levett Mystery” which will have you wondering who did this ghastly crime of murder. There are many clues within this story but which is the correct one? It is definitely a who done it type of novel that will have readers glued to their seats!
Deb Marlowe wrote a brilliant murder mystery I couldn’t put down. Historical mystery readers will absolutely love this story from start to finish. I can’t wait for the next book in this exhilarating story. There were times I couldn’t help but get chills due to the realism of this fantastic story. A book I look forward to reading again as it was that great! A book I highly recommend!
I received a complimentary ARC copy from Dragonblade Publishing through Netgalley. I voluntarily agreed to read, review and blog an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts, ideas and opinions are my own.
Buy Links:
https://www.amazon.com/Killer-Crystal-Palace-Levett-Mystery-ebook/dp/B0BQ4HMQ56
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Smyrna had, in some measure, prepared me for the general appearance of an oriental bazaar; but the vast extent of these markets at Constantinople created a still more vivid impression. To say that the covered rows of shops must, altogether, be miles in length — that vista after vista opens upon the gaze of the astonished stranger, lined with the costliest productions of the world, each collected in its proper district — that one may walk for an hour, without going over the same ground twice, amidst diamonds, gold, and ivory; Cashmere shawls, and Chinese silks; glittering arms, costly perfumes, embroidered slippers, and mirrors; rare brocades, ermines, Morocco leathers, Persian nick-nacks; amber mouth-pieces, and jewelled pipes —that, looking along the shortest avenue, every known tint and color meets the eye at once, in the wares and costumes, and that the noise, the motion, the novelty of this strange spectacle are at first perfectly bewildering — all the possibly gives the reader the notion of some kind of splendid mart fitted to supply the wants of the glittering personages who figure in the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments; yet it can convey but a poor idea of the real interest which such a place calls forth, or the most extraordinary assemblage of treasures displayed there, amidst so much apparent shabbiness.
Elegant street
No spot in the world — neither the Parisian Boulevards, nor our own Elegant-street — can boast of such an accumulation of valuable wares from afar, as the great bazaar at Constantinople. Hundreds and thousands of miles of rocky road and sandy desert have been traversed by the moaning camels who have carried those silks and precious stones from Persia, with the caravan. From the wild regions of the mysterious central Africa, that ivory, so cunningly worked, in the next row, has been brought �� the coal-black people only know how — until the Nile floated it down to Lower Egypt. Then those soft Cashmere shawls have made a long and treacherous journey to Trebizond, whence the fleet barks of the cold and stormy Euxine at last brought them up the fairy Bosphorus to the very water’s edge of the city. From the remote active America; from sturdy England ; from Cadiz, Marseilles, and all along the glowing shores of the Mediterranean, safely carried over the dark and leaping sea, by brave iron monsters that have fought the winds with their scalding breath, — these wares have come, to tempt the purchasers in the pleasant, calm, subdued light of the bazaars of Stamboul.
I have said that each article has its proper bazaar assigned to it. Tims, there L one row for muslins, another for slippers, another for fezzes, for shawls, for arms, for drugs, and so on. let there is no competition amongst the shopkeepers. No struggling to out-placard or out-ad verity each other, as would oeuvre with us in cool-headed, feverish, crafty, credulous London. You must not expect them to pull one thing down after another for yon to look at, until it appears hopeless to conceive that the counter will ever again be tidy, or everything returned to its place. The merchant will show you what you ask for, but no more. He imagines that when you came to buy at his store, you had made up your mind as to what you wanted; and that, not finding it, you will go elsewhere, and leave him to his pipe again.
He knows how to charge, though, but he is easily open to conviction that he has asked too high a price. For the way of dealing with him is as follows. Wanting one of the light scarfs with the fringed ends, which supersede the use of braces in the Levant, I inquired the price at a bazaar stall. The man told me fifty piastres, (half a sovereign.) I immediately offered him five-and- twenty. This he did not take, and I was walking away, when he called me back, and said I should have it. I told him, as he had tried to cheat me, I would not give him more than twenty, now; upon which, without any hesitation, he said it was mine. This plan I afterwards pursued, whenever I made a purchase at Constantinople, and I most generally found it answer. My merry friend at Smyrna had given me the first lesson in its practicability private tour ephesus.
I do not suppose that they ask these high prices, as the French do, because they suppose we are made of money; I believe, on the contrary, that they try to impose on their own countrymen in the same manner; for, to judge from the long haggling and solemn argument which takes place when they buy of each other, the same wide difference of opinion as to a fair value exists between the purchaser and vendor, under every circumstance.
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Smyrna had, in some measure, prepared me for the general appearance of an oriental bazaar; but the vast extent of these markets at Constantinople created a still more vivid impression. To say that the covered rows of shops must, altogether, be miles in length — that vista after vista opens upon the gaze of the astonished stranger, lined with the costliest productions of the world, each collected in its proper district — that one may walk for an hour, without going over the same ground twice, amidst diamonds, gold, and ivory; Cashmere shawls, and Chinese silks; glittering arms, costly perfumes, embroidered slippers, and mirrors; rare brocades, ermines, Morocco leathers, Persian nick-nacks; amber mouth-pieces, and jewelled pipes —that, looking along the shortest avenue, every known tint and color meets the eye at once, in the wares and costumes, and that the noise, the motion, the novelty of this strange spectacle are at first perfectly bewildering — all the possibly gives the reader the notion of some kind of splendid mart fitted to supply the wants of the glittering personages who figure in the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments; yet it can convey but a poor idea of the real interest which such a place calls forth, or the most extraordinary assemblage of treasures displayed there, amidst so much apparent shabbiness.
Elegant street
No spot in the world — neither the Parisian Boulevards, nor our own Elegant-street — can boast of such an accumulation of valuable wares from afar, as the great bazaar at Constantinople. Hundreds and thousands of miles of rocky road and sandy desert have been traversed by the moaning camels who have carried those silks and precious stones from Persia, with the caravan. From the wild regions of the mysterious central Africa, that ivory, so cunningly worked, in the next row, has been brought — the coal-black people only know how — until the Nile floated it down to Lower Egypt. Then those soft Cashmere shawls have made a long and treacherous journey to Trebizond, whence the fleet barks of the cold and stormy Euxine at last brought them up the fairy Bosphorus to the very water’s edge of the city. From the remote active America; from sturdy England ; from Cadiz, Marseilles, and all along the glowing shores of the Mediterranean, safely carried over the dark and leaping sea, by brave iron monsters that have fought the winds with their scalding breath, — these wares have come, to tempt the purchasers in the pleasant, calm, subdued light of the bazaars of Stamboul.
I have said that each article has its proper bazaar assigned to it. Tims, there L one row for muslins, another for slippers, another for fezzes, for shawls, for arms, for drugs, and so on. let there is no competition amongst the shopkeepers. No struggling to out-placard or out-ad verity each other, as would oeuvre with us in cool-headed, feverish, crafty, credulous London. You must not expect them to pull one thing down after another for yon to look at, until it appears hopeless to conceive that the counter will ever again be tidy, or everything returned to its place. The merchant will show you what you ask for, but no more. He imagines that when you came to buy at his store, you had made up your mind as to what you wanted; and that, not finding it, you will go elsewhere, and leave him to his pipe again.
He knows how to charge, though, but he is easily open to conviction that he has asked too high a price. For the way of dealing with him is as follows. Wanting one of the light scarfs with the fringed ends, which supersede the use of braces in the Levant, I inquired the price at a bazaar stall. The man told me fifty piastres, (half a sovereign.) I immediately offered him five-and- twenty. This he did not take, and I was walking away, when he called me back, and said I should have it. I told him, as he had tried to cheat me, I would not give him more than twenty, now; upon which, without any hesitation, he said it was mine. This plan I afterwards pursued, whenever I made a purchase at Constantinople, and I most generally found it answer. My merry friend at Smyrna had given me the first lesson in its practicability private tour ephesus.
I do not suppose that they ask these high prices, as the French do, because they suppose we are made of money; I believe, on the contrary, that they try to impose on their own countrymen in the same manner; for, to judge from the long haggling and solemn argument which takes place when they buy of each other, the same wide difference of opinion as to a fair value exists between the purchaser and vendor, under every circumstance.
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Smyrna had, in some measure, prepared me for the general appearance of an oriental bazaar; but the vast extent of these markets at Constantinople created a still more vivid impression. To say that the covered rows of shops must, altogether, be miles in length — that vista after vista opens upon the gaze of the astonished stranger, lined with the costliest productions of the world, each collected in its proper district — that one may walk for an hour, without going over the same ground twice, amidst diamonds, gold, and ivory; Cashmere shawls, and Chinese silks; glittering arms, costly perfumes, embroidered slippers, and mirrors; rare brocades, ermines, Morocco leathers, Persian nick-nacks; amber mouth-pieces, and jewelled pipes —that, looking along the shortest avenue, every known tint and color meets the eye at once, in the wares and costumes, and that the noise, the motion, the novelty of this strange spectacle are at first perfectly bewildering — all the possibly gives the reader the notion of some kind of splendid mart fitted to supply the wants of the glittering personages who figure in the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments; yet it can convey but a poor idea of the real interest which such a place calls forth, or the most extraordinary assemblage of treasures displayed there, amidst so much apparent shabbiness.
Elegant street
No spot in the world — neither the Parisian Boulevards, nor our own Elegant-street — can boast of such an accumulation of valuable wares from afar, as the great bazaar at Constantinople. Hundreds and thousands of miles of rocky road and sandy desert have been traversed by the moaning camels who have carried those silks and precious stones from Persia, with the caravan. From the wild regions of the mysterious central Africa, that ivory, so cunningly worked, in the next row, has been brought — the coal-black people only know how — until the Nile floated it down to Lower Egypt. Then those soft Cashmere shawls have made a long and treacherous journey to Trebizond, whence the fleet barks of the cold and stormy Euxine at last brought them up the fairy Bosphorus to the very water’s edge of the city. From the remote active America; from sturdy England ; from Cadiz, Marseilles, and all along the glowing shores of the Mediterranean, safely carried over the dark and leaping sea, by brave iron monsters that have fought the winds with their scalding breath, — these wares have come, to tempt the purchasers in the pleasant, calm, subdued light of the bazaars of Stamboul.
I have said that each article has its proper bazaar assigned to it. Tims, there L one row for muslins, another for slippers, another for fezzes, for shawls, for arms, for drugs, and so on. let there is no competition amongst the shopkeepers. No struggling to out-placard or out-ad verity each other, as would oeuvre with us in cool-headed, feverish, crafty, credulous London. You must not expect them to pull one thing down after another for yon to look at, until it appears hopeless to conceive that the counter will ever again be tidy, or everything returned to its place. The merchant will show you what you ask for, but no more. He imagines that when you came to buy at his store, you had made up your mind as to what you wanted; and that, not finding it, you will go elsewhere, and leave him to his pipe again.
He knows how to charge, though, but he is easily open to conviction that he has asked too high a price. For the way of dealing with him is as follows. Wanting one of the light scarfs with the fringed ends, which supersede the use of braces in the Levant, I inquired the price at a bazaar stall. The man told me fifty piastres, (half a sovereign.) I immediately offered him five-and- twenty. This he did not take, and I was walking away, when he called me back, and said I should have it. I told him, as he had tried to cheat me, I would not give him more than twenty, now; upon which, without any hesitation, he said it was mine. This plan I afterwards pursued, whenever I made a purchase at Constantinople, and I most generally found it answer. My merry friend at Smyrna had given me the first lesson in its practicability private tour ephesus.
I do not suppose that they ask these high prices, as the French do, because they suppose we are made of money; I believe, on the contrary, that they try to impose on their own countrymen in the same manner; for, to judge from the long haggling and solemn argument which takes place when they buy of each other, the same wide difference of opinion as to a fair value exists between the purchaser and vendor, under every circumstance.
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Smyrna had, in some measure, prepared me for the general appearance of an oriental bazaar; but the vast extent of these markets at Constantinople created a still more vivid impression. To say that the covered rows of shops must, altogether, be miles in length — that vista after vista opens upon the gaze of the astonished stranger, lined with the costliest productions of the world, each collected in its proper district — that one may walk for an hour, without going over the same ground twice, amidst diamonds, gold, and ivory; Cashmere shawls, and Chinese silks; glittering arms, costly perfumes, embroidered slippers, and mirrors; rare brocades, ermines, Morocco leathers, Persian nick-nacks; amber mouth-pieces, and jewelled pipes —that, looking along the shortest avenue, every known tint and color meets the eye at once, in the wares and costumes, and that the noise, the motion, the novelty of this strange spectacle are at first perfectly bewildering — all the possibly gives the reader the notion of some kind of splendid mart fitted to supply the wants of the glittering personages who figure in the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments; yet it can convey but a poor idea of the real interest which such a place calls forth, or the most extraordinary assemblage of treasures displayed there, amidst so much apparent shabbiness.
Elegant street
No spot in the world — neither the Parisian Boulevards, nor our own Elegant-street — can boast of such an accumulation of valuable wares from afar, as the great bazaar at Constantinople. Hundreds and thousands of miles of rocky road and sandy desert have been traversed by the moaning camels who have carried those silks and precious stones from Persia, with the caravan. From the wild regions of the mysterious central Africa, that ivory, so cunningly worked, in the next row, has been brought — the coal-black people only know how — until the Nile floated it down to Lower Egypt. Then those soft Cashmere shawls have made a long and treacherous journey to Trebizond, whence the fleet barks of the cold and stormy Euxine at last brought them up the fairy Bosphorus to the very water’s edge of the city. From the remote active America; from sturdy England ; from Cadiz, Marseilles, and all along the glowing shores of the Mediterranean, safely carried over the dark and leaping sea, by brave iron monsters that have fought the winds with their scalding breath, — these wares have come, to tempt the purchasers in the pleasant, calm, subdued light of the bazaars of Stamboul.
I have said that each article has its proper bazaar assigned to it. Tims, there L one row for muslins, another for slippers, another for fezzes, for shawls, for arms, for drugs, and so on. let there is no competition amongst the shopkeepers. No struggling to out-placard or out-ad verity each other, as would oeuvre with us in cool-headed, feverish, crafty, credulous London. You must not expect them to pull one thing down after another for yon to look at, until it appears hopeless to conceive that the counter will ever again be tidy, or everything returned to its place. The merchant will show you what you ask for, but no more. He imagines that when you came to buy at his store, you had made up your mind as to what you wanted; and that, not finding it, you will go elsewhere, and leave him to his pipe again.
He knows how to charge, though, but he is easily open to conviction that he has asked too high a price. For the way of dealing with him is as follows. Wanting one of the light scarfs with the fringed ends, which supersede the use of braces in the Levant, I inquired the price at a bazaar stall. The man told me fifty piastres, (half a sovereign.) I immediately offered him five-and- twenty. This he did not take, and I was walking away, when he called me back, and said I should have it. I told him, as he had tried to cheat me, I would not give him more than twenty, now; upon which, without any hesitation, he said it was mine. This plan I afterwards pursued, whenever I made a purchase at Constantinople, and I most generally found it answer. My merry friend at Smyrna had given me the first lesson in its practicability private tour ephesus.
I do not suppose that they ask these high prices, as the French do, because they suppose we are made of money; I believe, on the contrary, that they try to impose on their own countrymen in the same manner; for, to judge from the long haggling and solemn argument which takes place when they buy of each other, the same wide difference of opinion as to a fair value exists between the purchaser and vendor, under every circumstance.
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Smyrna had, in some measure, prepared me for the general appearance of an oriental bazaar; but the vast extent of these markets at Constantinople created a still more vivid impression. To say that the covered rows of shops must, altogether, be miles in length — that vista after vista opens upon the gaze of the astonished stranger, lined with the costliest productions of the world, each collected in its proper district — that one may walk for an hour, without going over the same ground twice, amidst diamonds, gold, and ivory; Cashmere shawls, and Chinese silks; glittering arms, costly perfumes, embroidered slippers, and mirrors; rare brocades, ermines, Morocco leathers, Persian nick-nacks; amber mouth-pieces, and jewelled pipes —that, looking along the shortest avenue, every known tint and color meets the eye at once, in the wares and costumes, and that the noise, the motion, the novelty of this strange spectacle are at first perfectly bewildering — all the possibly gives the reader the notion of some kind of splendid mart fitted to supply the wants of the glittering personages who figure in the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments; yet it can convey but a poor idea of the real interest which such a place calls forth, or the most extraordinary assemblage of treasures displayed there, amidst so much apparent shabbiness.
Elegant street
No spot in the world — neither the Parisian Boulevards, nor our own Elegant-street — can boast of such an accumulation of valuable wares from afar, as the great bazaar at Constantinople. Hundreds and thousands of miles of rocky road and sandy desert have been traversed by the moaning camels who have carried those silks and precious stones from Persia, with the caravan. From the wild regions of the mysterious central Africa, that ivory, so cunningly worked, in the next row, has been brought — the coal-black people only know how — until the Nile floated it down to Lower Egypt. Then those soft Cashmere shawls have made a long and treacherous journey to Trebizond, whence the fleet barks of the cold and stormy Euxine at last brought them up the fairy Bosphorus to the very water’s edge of the city. From the remote active America; from sturdy England ; from Cadiz, Marseilles, and all along the glowing shores of the Mediterranean, safely carried over the dark and leaping sea, by brave iron monsters that have fought the winds with their scalding breath, — these wares have come, to tempt the purchasers in the pleasant, calm, subdued light of the bazaars of Stamboul.
I have said that each article has its proper bazaar assigned to it. Tims, there L one row for muslins, another for slippers, another for fezzes, for shawls, for arms, for drugs, and so on. let there is no competition amongst the shopkeepers. No struggling to out-placard or out-ad verity each other, as would oeuvre with us in cool-headed, feverish, crafty, credulous London. You must not expect them to pull one thing down after another for yon to look at, until it appears hopeless to conceive that the counter will ever again be tidy, or everything returned to its place. The merchant will show you what you ask for, but no more. He imagines that when you came to buy at his store, you had made up your mind as to what you wanted; and that, not finding it, you will go elsewhere, and leave him to his pipe again.
He knows how to charge, though, but he is easily open to conviction that he has asked too high a price. For the way of dealing with him is as follows. Wanting one of the light scarfs with the fringed ends, which supersede the use of braces in the Levant, I inquired the price at a bazaar stall. The man told me fifty piastres, (half a sovereign.) I immediately offered him five-and- twenty. This he did not take, and I was walking away, when he called me back, and said I should have it. I told him, as he had tried to cheat me, I would not give him more than twenty, now; upon which, without any hesitation, he said it was mine. This plan I afterwards pursued, whenever I made a purchase at Constantinople, and I most generally found it answer. My merry friend at Smyrna had given me the first lesson in its practicability private tour ephesus.
I do not suppose that they ask these high prices, as the French do, because they suppose we are made of money; I believe, on the contrary, that they try to impose on their own countrymen in the same manner; for, to judge from the long haggling and solemn argument which takes place when they buy of each other, the same wide difference of opinion as to a fair value exists between the purchaser and vendor, under every circumstance.
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Smyrna had, in some measure, prepared me for the general appearance of an oriental bazaar; but the vast extent of these markets at Constantinople created a still more vivid impression. To say that the covered rows of shops must, altogether, be miles in length — that vista after vista opens upon the gaze of the astonished stranger, lined with the costliest productions of the world, each collected in its proper district — that one may walk for an hour, without going over the same ground twice, amidst diamonds, gold, and ivory; Cashmere shawls, and Chinese silks; glittering arms, costly perfumes, embroidered slippers, and mirrors; rare brocades, ermines, Morocco leathers, Persian nick-nacks; amber mouth-pieces, and jewelled pipes —that, looking along the shortest avenue, every known tint and color meets the eye at once, in the wares and costumes, and that the noise, the motion, the novelty of this strange spectacle are at first perfectly bewildering — all the possibly gives the reader the notion of some kind of splendid mart fitted to supply the wants of the glittering personages who figure in the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments; yet it can convey but a poor idea of the real interest which such a place calls forth, or the most extraordinary assemblage of treasures displayed there, amidst so much apparent shabbiness.
Elegant street
No spot in the world — neither the Parisian Boulevards, nor our own Elegant-street — can boast of such an accumulation of valuable wares from afar, as the great bazaar at Constantinople. Hundreds and thousands of miles of rocky road and sandy desert have been traversed by the moaning camels who have carried those silks and precious stones from Persia, with the caravan. From the wild regions of the mysterious central Africa, that ivory, so cunningly worked, in the next row, has been brought — the coal-black people only know how — until the Nile floated it down to Lower Egypt. Then those soft Cashmere shawls have made a long and treacherous journey to Trebizond, whence the fleet barks of the cold and stormy Euxine at last brought them up the fairy Bosphorus to the very water’s edge of the city. From the remote active America; from sturdy England ; from Cadiz, Marseilles, and all along the glowing shores of the Mediterranean, safely carried over the dark and leaping sea, by brave iron monsters that have fought the winds with their scalding breath, — these wares have come, to tempt the purchasers in the pleasant, calm, subdued light of the bazaars of Stamboul.
I have said that each article has its proper bazaar assigned to it. Tims, there L one row for muslins, another for slippers, another for fezzes, for shawls, for arms, for drugs, and so on. let there is no competition amongst the shopkeepers. No struggling to out-placard or out-ad verity each other, as would oeuvre with us in cool-headed, feverish, crafty, credulous London. You must not expect them to pull one thing down after another for yon to look at, until it appears hopeless to conceive that the counter will ever again be tidy, or everything returned to its place. The merchant will show you what you ask for, but no more. He imagines that when you came to buy at his store, you had made up your mind as to what you wanted; and that, not finding it, you will go elsewhere, and leave him to his pipe again.
He knows how to charge, though, but he is easily open to conviction that he has asked too high a price. For the way of dealing with him is as follows. Wanting one of the light scarfs with the fringed ends, which supersede the use of braces in the Levant, I inquired the price at a bazaar stall. The man told me fifty piastres, (half a sovereign.) I immediately offered him five-and- twenty. This he did not take, and I was walking away, when he called me back, and said I should have it. I told him, as he had tried to cheat me, I would not give him more than twenty, now; upon which, without any hesitation, he said it was mine. This plan I afterwards pursued, whenever I made a purchase at Constantinople, and I most generally found it answer. My merry friend at Smyrna had given me the first lesson in its practicability private tour ephesus.
I do not suppose that they ask these high prices, as the French do, because they suppose we are made of money; I believe, on the contrary, that they try to impose on their own countrymen in the same manner; for, to judge from the long haggling and solemn argument which takes place when they buy of each other, the same wide difference of opinion as to a fair value exists between the purchaser and vendor, under every circumstance.
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Cashmere shawls
Smyrna had, in some measure, prepared me for the general appearance of an oriental bazaar; but the vast extent of these markets at Constantinople created a still more vivid impression. To say that the covered rows of shops must, altogether, be miles in length — that vista after vista opens upon the gaze of the astonished stranger, lined with the costliest productions of the world, each collected in its proper district — that one may walk for an hour, without going over the same ground twice, amidst diamonds, gold, and ivory; Cashmere shawls, and Chinese silks; glittering arms, costly perfumes, embroidered slippers, and mirrors; rare brocades, ermines, Morocco leathers, Persian nick-nacks; amber mouth-pieces, and jewelled pipes —that, looking along the shortest avenue, every known tint and color meets the eye at once, in the wares and costumes, and that the noise, the motion, the novelty of this strange spectacle are at first perfectly bewildering — all the possibly gives the reader the notion of some kind of splendid mart fitted to supply the wants of the glittering personages who figure in the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments; yet it can convey but a poor idea of the real interest which such a place calls forth, or the most extraordinary assemblage of treasures displayed there, amidst so much apparent shabbiness.
Elegant street
No spot in the world — neither the Parisian Boulevards, nor our own Elegant-street — can boast of such an accumulation of valuable wares from afar, as the great bazaar at Constantinople. Hundreds and thousands of miles of rocky road and sandy desert have been traversed by the moaning camels who have carried those silks and precious stones from Persia, with the caravan. From the wild regions of the mysterious central Africa, that ivory, so cunningly worked, in the next row, has been brought — the coal-black people only know how — until the Nile floated it down to Lower Egypt. Then those soft Cashmere shawls have made a long and treacherous journey to Trebizond, whence the fleet barks of the cold and stormy Euxine at last brought them up the fairy Bosphorus to the very water’s edge of the city. From the remote active America; from sturdy England ; from Cadiz, Marseilles, and all along the glowing shores of the Mediterranean, safely carried over the dark and leaping sea, by brave iron monsters that have fought the winds with their scalding breath, — these wares have come, to tempt the purchasers in the pleasant, calm, subdued light of the bazaars of Stamboul.
I have said that each article has its proper bazaar assigned to it. Tims, there L one row for muslins, another for slippers, another for fezzes, for shawls, for arms, for drugs, and so on. let there is no competition amongst the shopkeepers. No struggling to out-placard or out-ad verity each other, as would oeuvre with us in cool-headed, feverish, crafty, credulous London. You must not expect them to pull one thing down after another for yon to look at, until it appears hopeless to conceive that the counter will ever again be tidy, or everything returned to its place. The merchant will show you what you ask for, but no more. He imagines that when you came to buy at his store, you had made up your mind as to what you wanted; and that, not finding it, you will go elsewhere, and leave him to his pipe again.
He knows how to charge, though, but he is easily open to conviction that he has asked too high a price. For the way of dealing with him is as follows. Wanting one of the light scarfs with the fringed ends, which supersede the use of braces in the Levant, I inquired the price at a bazaar stall. The man told me fifty piastres, (half a sovereign.) I immediately offered him five-and- twenty. This he did not take, and I was walking away, when he called me back, and said I should have it. I told him, as he had tried to cheat me, I would not give him more than twenty, now; upon which, without any hesitation, he said it was mine. This plan I afterwards pursued, whenever I made a purchase at Constantinople, and I most generally found it answer. My merry friend at Smyrna had given me the first lesson in its practicability private tour ephesus.
I do not suppose that they ask these high prices, as the French do, because they suppose we are made of money; I believe, on the contrary, that they try to impose on their own countrymen in the same manner; for, to judge from the long haggling and solemn argument which takes place when they buy of each other, the same wide difference of opinion as to a fair value exists between the purchaser and vendor, under every circumstance.
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Smyrna had, in some measure, prepared me for the general appearance of an oriental bazaar; but the vast extent of these markets at Constantinople created a still more vivid impression. To say that the covered rows of shops must, altogether, be miles in length — that vista after vista opens upon the gaze of the astonished stranger, lined with the costliest productions of the world, each collected in its proper district — that one may walk for an hour, without going over the same ground twice, amidst diamonds, gold, and ivory; Cashmere shawls, and Chinese silks; glittering arms, costly perfumes, embroidered slippers, and mirrors; rare brocades, ermines, Morocco leathers, Persian nick-nacks; amber mouth-pieces, and jewelled pipes —that, looking along the shortest avenue, every known tint and color meets the eye at once, in the wares and costumes, and that the noise, the motion, the novelty of this strange spectacle are at first perfectly bewildering — all the possibly gives the reader the notion of some kind of splendid mart fitted to supply the wants of the glittering personages who figure in the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments; yet it can convey but a poor idea of the real interest which such a place calls forth, or the most extraordinary assemblage of treasures displayed there, amidst so much apparent shabbiness.
Elegant street
No spot in the world — neither the Parisian Boulevards, nor our own Elegant-street — can boast of such an accumulation of valuable wares from afar, as the great bazaar at Constantinople. Hundreds and thousands of miles of rocky road and sandy desert have been traversed by the moaning camels who have carried those silks and precious stones from Persia, with the caravan. From the wild regions of the mysterious central Africa, that ivory, so cunningly worked, in the next row, has been brought — the coal-black people only know how — until the Nile floated it down to Lower Egypt. Then those soft Cashmere shawls have made a long and treacherous journey to Trebizond, whence the fleet barks of the cold and stormy Euxine at last brought them up the fairy Bosphorus to the very water’s edge of the city. From the remote active America; from sturdy England ; from Cadiz, Marseilles, and all along the glowing shores of the Mediterranean, safely carried over the dark and leaping sea, by brave iron monsters that have fought the winds with their scalding breath, — these wares have come, to tempt the purchasers in the pleasant, calm, subdued light of the bazaars of Stamboul.
I have said that each article has its proper bazaar assigned to it. Tims, there L one row for muslins, another for slippers, another for fezzes, for shawls, for arms, for drugs, and so on. let there is no competition amongst the shopkeepers. No struggling to out-placard or out-ad verity each other, as would oeuvre with us in cool-headed, feverish, crafty, credulous London. You must not expect them to pull one thing down after another for yon to look at, until it appears hopeless to conceive that the counter will ever again be tidy, or everything returned to its place. The merchant will show you what you ask for, but no more. He imagines that when you came to buy at his store, you had made up your mind as to what you wanted; and that, not finding it, you will go elsewhere, and leave him to his pipe again.
He knows how to charge, though, but he is easily open to conviction that he has asked too high a price. For the way of dealing with him is as follows. Wanting one of the light scarfs with the fringed ends, which supersede the use of braces in the Levant, I inquired the price at a bazaar stall. The man told me fifty piastres, (half a sovereign.) I immediately offered him five-and- twenty. This he did not take, and I was walking away, when he called me back, and said I should have it. I told him, as he had tried to cheat me, I would not give him more than twenty, now; upon which, without any hesitation, he said it was mine. This plan I afterwards pursued, whenever I made a purchase at Constantinople, and I most generally found it answer. My merry friend at Smyrna had given me the first lesson in its practicability private tour ephesus.
I do not suppose that they ask these high prices, as the French do, because they suppose we are made of money; I believe, on the contrary, that they try to impose on their own countrymen in the same manner; for, to judge from the long haggling and solemn argument which takes place when they buy of each other, the same wide difference of opinion as to a fair value exists between the purchaser and vendor, under every circumstance.
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