In the Soviet Union, there was a beloved caramel candy named after Esmeralda, the heroine of Hugo’s Notre Dame de Paris.
This particular tin is dated to the 1960s
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In the Soviet Union, there was a beloved caramel candy named after Esmeralda, the heroine of Hugo’s Notre Dame de Paris.
This particular tin is dated to the 1960s
Prompt: ‘A soldier is fighting a (female) gypsy’
it’s… the very first thing I thought when reading the prompt
i’m not even sorry
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Phoebus: Last week, I caught you spray painting the word 'ASS' all over my windows, and you told me it was Pierre.
Clopin: It was!
Clopin: And you are one!
Phoebus: And then there was the time when I caught you in my room replacing all my condoms with live cobras, and you told me that was Pierre.
Clopin: But that’s just the kind of thing that he would do!
Phoebus: And then there was the time when you stole my sewing machine and left Pierre, dressed up as a burglar, tied and gagged in my living room!
Clopin: It seems Gringoire gets blamed for a lot of things around here!
Revel in some weirdness with me, history lovers.
Rhythm of the tambourine.
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“But, Mama…” Zephyr whined as he looked at everything sprawled out on the floor. “I gotta have my toys there cause I’m in the middle of a war and my clothes are my…um…landscape cause they gotta fight against something for scenery.” he explained putting the wool hose back into the pile of jerkins that was clumped up in a pile by the foot of his bed. “The blocks are their base so I gotta have everything out. Can’t I just shut the door and we can have Djali stay out that way?”
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Esmeralda narrowed her eyes, but that didn’t stop a smirk. “You know what I think? You’re missing a huge opportunity.” She snatched up one of the less wearable hose and tied one end to a tapestry rod, and the other she tied to one of his bed posts. She turns grabbed up a juggling ball and rolled it into the foot of the hose. “Now, set up your toys on top of your bureau, and that’s what I call a real war. But it isn’t as fun if they’re all on the floor.”
(Eyy, welcome back!)
Why thanks.
I’m only here because I saw a Phoebus and Zephyr from my perch over on my Meg blog and my staying is heavily dependent on engagement but it’s as good a reason to be over here as any.
"Mama! Mama! Can I go to Notre Dame to see the bells? Can I? Please?"
“It’s not a matter of if, but when. You know you can’t leave home if your room is a mess. Don’t leave anything out unless you want Djali to eat it, and that includes your good hose, I don’t care if they itch.”
“The world stands helpless as history disappears before our eyes.”
the cathedral
“Hours of Étienne Chevalier”, Tours c. 1452-1460
NY, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1975.1.2490