Lyon today visiting an amazing specialised store in olive oils, vinaigrettes, tapenade etc. It’s called A L’OLIVIER 👌🏼 we did a tasting and found our favourites. Amazing service, amazing selection and amazing quality - definitely worth a visit 🏆 read more here: http://alolivier.com/en/a-lolivier/our-history/ . #alolivier #lyon #france #oliveoil #tapenade #truffle #blacktruffle #vinaigar #vinegar #specialities #greatservice #greatexperience #oliveoiltasting #superb #readyforsttropez #readyforsainttropez ——————————————- Lyon i dag og et besøg hos en fantastisk specialforretning med olivenolie, tapenade, eddike mv. Den hedder A L’OLIVIER 👌🏼 vi fik en tasting og fandt vires favoritter. Fantastisk service, fantastisk udvalg og fantastisk kvalitet - bestemt et besøg værd 🏆 læs mere her: http://alolivier.com/en/a-lolivier/our-history/ . #olivenolie #olie #eddike #specialforretning #lækkerier #spændendehistorie #mums #hyggepåhøjtplan #frankring #ferie #godservice #lækreprodukter #lækkerkvalitet #klartilsainttropez (her: Lyon, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0HXSEmhZru/?igshid=1u8bbkgwz8bze
She keeps getting notes in the post. No return label, unmarked save for the stamp and her address, written in precise block print:
Miss Olivier ArmstrongFort Briggs Box 573APO AA 4405-293
Today's letter is written on thick yellow stationery, with daffodils or somesuch at the corners. It's all very juvenile, but also feels expensive, and the writing has a level of intelligence in it, both in word and hand. She'd never admit out loud that she's intrigued, but, well.
"Dearest Olivier," the letter starts. The insides of her eyeballs itch with rage. Who is this man, that dares to be so friendly affectionate when he's too much of a coward to sign his name?
"Today I saw a sword on an old man's wall, and thought of you. It was old and put there for decoration, but the binding on the hilt was stained suspiciously red, so I suspect it saw battle at some point in its long life. He told me he doesn't have children. I did him a great few favors and he was very glad for it, so I might convince him to give me the sword. If he does, I'll send it your way.
"In travelling as far from home as I have, I often feel very homesick, but I don't feel like I can tell my family lest they worry. You, however, probably don't have a worried bone in your body. Your strength and fierce fighting spirit thrum in your blood. I love that. It's part of what makes you so vibrant. I wish I had a photograph of you, so when the locals here asked me what Amestrian women are like, I could show them it.
"This is all dreadfully maudlin to you, I'm sure. It's also likely that my mysterious identity is closer to cowardice in your eyes. I do promise, however, that when I'm due to return home, I'll let you know who I am. it's a little thrilling, isn't it? Having a secret admirer? Perhaps I'm projecting, and you haven't even read these. More than likely they're immediately tossed in the fire.
"But if you are reading, know that there is a knight in shining armor out here in the world, waiting until he may swear fealty to the Queen.
"Love from, Your Knight"
It pisses her off, is what it does. She should chuck it right in the fireplace. The flames eating away at expensive paper would be more appealing than the bullcrap she just read.
Instead, she opens her left-hand top drawer and tucks it behind the others so they'll stay in chronological order. She closes it again and silently fumes as she fills out a worksheet for munitions.
Whoever this knight is, he better show his sorry face soon, because she's getting impatient.
