Wow. toi look down the insanley packed rue through the crowd. There's a clearing right through and all toi can see are nine people formed in a tiny parade. They are dressed in outfits that look just like the flag.
toi canard into a small pub and it's the only place that's not crowded. This scares toi a tad.
toi mumble over the roar of the crowd outside,"Whatever's fresh." toi tear through the building and take the booth all the way in the back. The whole place is decorated for the Olympics that ended yesterday. Not this booth. Black leather seats, British flag armrests. Your favori part though, is that glorious table. Every time toi came to visit your Grandmother here, toi came to this little pub, however...you remember it plus crowded. toi were always drawn to that amazing table. It's only sparkley white with a huge sheet of glass over it. However... what was magic was what was between the glass. Beautiful pictures from every country in the world. Ones of Egyptian gods, Alaskan dogs, Tokyo all lit up on New Years Day....
"You order thé of the Day?" Asks a man who looks like he hasn't slept in a month. Does he know he interupted your deep thoughts of peace from long il y a and far away.
"Huh? Oh,yes." Wow, toi really wish this place was how toi remember it. Well, toi shove your memories aside and hold the pinkish tasse à thé in your hands. It's not exactly cold, but the seeping warmth feels good. toi smile when toi look at the cup closer. It has tiny chats and balls of yarn.
toi hover your nose above the cup and tears shoot straight to your eyes. It smells like chamomile. Without anymore hesitation... your lips sip with a sound toi happen to love. The thé burns the inside of your mouth; toi don't care. toi use your toungue to swirl the amazing liquid around. The thé is a bunch of components; after every seconde a new flavor joins in the tiny dance of flavors. At first it was citrouille then they added in like this: mint, chamomile, candied ginger, and finally french toast.
Within seconds, your cup is done.
ONE mois LATER:
"Good job everyone!!" toi finally hang that sign that youv'e been working on for a month. The sign reads in bright red letters GRAND RE-OPENING OF CUP OF TEA!!! toi walk inside and almost cry. The little pub toi l’amour is filled and orders are flying out of the kitchen. toi did it. toi got your memories back together.
HOPE toi ENJOYED!!!
toi canard into a small pub and it's the only place that's not crowded. This scares toi a tad.
toi mumble over the roar of the crowd outside,"Whatever's fresh." toi tear through the building and take the booth all the way in the back. The whole place is decorated for the Olympics that ended yesterday. Not this booth. Black leather seats, British flag armrests. Your favori part though, is that glorious table. Every time toi came to visit your Grandmother here, toi came to this little pub, however...you remember it plus crowded. toi were always drawn to that amazing table. It's only sparkley white with a huge sheet of glass over it. However... what was magic was what was between the glass. Beautiful pictures from every country in the world. Ones of Egyptian gods, Alaskan dogs, Tokyo all lit up on New Years Day....
"You order thé of the Day?" Asks a man who looks like he hasn't slept in a month. Does he know he interupted your deep thoughts of peace from long il y a and far away.
"Huh? Oh,yes." Wow, toi really wish this place was how toi remember it. Well, toi shove your memories aside and hold the pinkish tasse à thé in your hands. It's not exactly cold, but the seeping warmth feels good. toi smile when toi look at the cup closer. It has tiny chats and balls of yarn.
toi hover your nose above the cup and tears shoot straight to your eyes. It smells like chamomile. Without anymore hesitation... your lips sip with a sound toi happen to love. The thé burns the inside of your mouth; toi don't care. toi use your toungue to swirl the amazing liquid around. The thé is a bunch of components; after every seconde a new flavor joins in the tiny dance of flavors. At first it was citrouille then they added in like this: mint, chamomile, candied ginger, and finally french toast.
Within seconds, your cup is done.
ONE mois LATER:
"Good job everyone!!" toi finally hang that sign that youv'e been working on for a month. The sign reads in bright red letters GRAND RE-OPENING OF CUP OF TEA!!! toi walk inside and almost cry. The little pub toi l’amour is filled and orders are flying out of the kitchen. toi did it. toi got your memories back together.
HOPE toi ENJOYED!!!