from paris to venice

Dear SK’s music industry,

as far as I know, South Korea’s education system is one of the most productive and efficient systems in the world. South Korea nearly the highest educated nation worldwide. That being said, I’m extremely sure you are aware that this is a continent

This is Europe.

Not a state, not a country…this is a continent.

When you constantly skip it while scheduling your world tours, may I ask, what’s going on in your mind? I know you know what and where is Europe. I know you know there are plenty of people ready to attend your concerts…..You cannot seriously tell me it’s because you don’t like it. We got everything you want! Just choose one country!






Originally posted by natural-fangirl

It has been 5 years since I finished my degree. Some would say those were the best years of our lives. I definitely thought so, for a long time. They didn’t feel like it then, but now I look back and have this nostalgia, this yearning to go back to that carelessness and freedom.
But now I looked around… Sitting in my tiny flat, cramped with Ikea furniture and trinkets from our trips. Our cat purring while I look around the living room and spot the Ladure box from Paris and the Limoncello bottle from Venice. The flat could do with some work, we should just really move to be perfectly honest. But this tiny and cramped flat I love so much to hate? It’s where I am living the best years of my life.
This is the story I will tell my children, about how their father and I would scrimp and go skint every month so we could always be planning the next trip. How we would survive on beans on toast so that we could gorge on gellato in Venice or go snorkelling in Rhodes.
These are the years where I am me. Sure of myself for the first time in a long time, maybe for the first time ever. I am a woman, a strong and independent one at that.
And when this chapter is done? I will be ready to start the best years of my life.

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GRAND ENTRANCE - photographs by Benjamin Bouchet - styling by Céline Marioni - prop styling by Aurélien Maillé - CN Traveler February 2015

  • A century ago, travel wasn’t just about how to get most efficiently from point A to point B: It was as much about the glamour of the journey. Today, the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express - still traversing its iconic route from Venice to Paris - reminds us that a slow arrival is often the most memorable. ~ Lindsay Talbot
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anonymous asked:

For the flashfic maybe grew up as friends and one had a huge crush on the other when little, then they didn't see each other for years and the other one now has a huge crush??

You can listen to me read it here (Why leave Tumblr when you can surf your dash while listening to Adrienette fanfiction?)


I felt the floor melt away and my legs turn to jelly when I saw him. Who knew,  ten years after he moved away from Paris to study piano in Venice, that I’d see him in a ballet shoe store?

“Wow, hottie alert,” Alya said, pointing toward him.

“Um, yeah, I guess.” I shifted uncomfortably as my best friend checked out my childhood crush from afar.

“He’s nice and lean, too. Doesn’t really have the legs of a dancer, though. Do you think he’s running an errand for a girlfriend?”

“I hope not,” I said, holding a pair of shoes in front of my face to hide the glances I was sending his way.

“Wait, are you actually talking about a boy? Little miss married-to-dance Marinette hopes that a blond stranger doesn’t have a girlfriend?” Alya raised her eyebrows and pulled out her phone. “This is so going on twitter.”

“Oh, stop that.” I gave her a light punch in the arm to show my disproval. “I just think he’s cute, that’s all.”

“Can I get that on record?” She held out her phone and I batted it aside. “Oh my gosh!” Alya’s eyes grew wide and she spun me around. “He’s walking towards us!”


His voice sent shivers down my spine as I felt the hair on my arm stand up. “A-Adrien?” I heard myself say.

“It really is you!” He exclaimed, sweeping me into a hug. “How have you been? It’s been what, ten years now?”

“Uh, yeah, something like that,” I said.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” Alya cut in.

“I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Adrien Agreste,” he said, offering his hand. “I went to middle school with Marinette.”

“Alya. Self-diagnosed best friend.’

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“So what brings you to London?” I asked.

“I play for the ballet here in the city,” He smiled, leaning in towards me. “I’m actually supposed to be meeting my date here,” he whispered, “She’s one of the ballet dancers.”

“Oh, wow! Which ballet?” I asked, feeling an odd mixture of emotions sinking into my stomach- happy that he’s not dating anyone, but a feeling of jealousy that hadn’t surfaced since my high school years.

“You first. What are you up to? Did you ever make it into that big ballerina school?”

“I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“That’s awesome, Marinette? Which company?”

“I’m actually in the nutcracker with the London Symphony.”

“Wait, really?” Adrien crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows. “I play for the London symphony.”

“I’m sorry?” My heart just about stopped. We’d been rehearsing under the same roof for who knows how long if I was understanding this correctly.

“…Did you see the Symphony’s concert last week?”

“Yeah, I went with Alya,” I said, thinking back to the members I saw onstage. “But there wasn’t a piano… was there?”

“I’m in percussion now,” He grinned. “I’m still a fantastic piano player, but once I left home I realized that I didn’t have to play what my father wanted me too. Percussion is just so much more… free, you know?”

“Yeah,” I smiled, thinking back to the rainy day when we were thirteen and angry at our parents for not letting us go on a field trip. We spent the entire day talking about our lives and our dreams together.

“It’s just nice that I don’t have to wear a facade when I play. I don’t need to play the role of an upstanding, classy pianist.”

“It sounds like you’re happy then,” I said.

“I’m glad you’re still dancing,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “It always mesmerized me when we were younger.”

“I’m glad to see that you were able to do what you wanted instead of what your father wanted.”

He shrugged at my statement. “Being a pianist wouldn’t be so bad, I suppose.”

“Either way.”

“Anyway, I’d best be off. I can feel my phone buzzing in my pocket so she’s probably at the front of the store already. It was nice seeing you again, Marinette. I’ll look for you at rehearsal. Goodbye, Alya.”

“Goodbye, Adrien,” I said, my voice just above a whisper as he walked away.

“Who. Was. That?” Alya turned to look at me in disbelief. “There’s a story I’m missing, isn’t there?”

“He’s just… someone from middle school. Moved away before we became high schoolers.”

“Looked like more than that to me.”

“…And my first crush.”

“No way!”

“…And my first kiss…” I muttered.

“No!” Alya gasped. “So when you said that you’d only ever kissed one guy other than Nathaniel, you meant him?”


“Well,” She said, pushing up your glasses, “You have good taste.”


Lettura Interrotta, a.k.a. le Baiser (Interrupted Reading, a.k.a. The Kiss), (1893). Federico Zandomeneghi (Italian, 1841-1917). Oil on canvas.

Zandomeneghi was the son and pupil of the sculptor Pietro Zandomeneghi. From about 1862-1866 he worked in Florence, and in Venice from 1866-1874, before going to Paris where he joined the Impressionists group and exhibited at the Salon des Independants.

anonymous asked:

You did warn us that we could expect to see Sam and mm together over the holidays and probably at the GG and PC awards. I have to admit I hate to see the pictures of them together and was dreading MM's reveal on IG. And she couldn't help herself but did wise up and not allow comments.

Relax, Sam’s just working! Every year he and Cait seem to alternate which holiday is together and which is with friends or working. Last year Sam went to train in Thailand for Christmas and he and Cait then were together for the new year. This year there certainly was no evidence that Sam and Cait didn’t spend Christmas with her family in Ireland, and now Sam’s first post is from the alps and is MPC related. He’s working. And just as they did last year, when Sam went to Thailand for Christmas, Cait is spending the holiday surrounded by friends. All those people around the table are her friends- her “found” family by her own admission- and I am sure it eases Sam’s mind to know that she is surrounded by such a caring group whilst he uses the second half of their short holiday break to take care of some MPC business. And do keep in mind that we have never seen an MPC pic that was taken on a private romantic getaway yet. Nothing from Paris, or Venice, or Italy, or Miami. Never from any of the places that Sam and Cait have undoubtedly visited together. This MPC related post from the alps is a clear signal that this is a business trip for Sam- in all ways. However much someone else would like to insinuate differently. Those “too convenient” airport pics were just the start. If this truly was meant to be a private holiday they would never have happened, it is way too easy to prevent that sort of “sighting” nor would the dumpster fire pics either- way too easy to simply not post that sort of pic or even arrange for that sort of pic to be taken- as it had to have been for MM to be posting a third party’s pic of her and Sam standing in the street amongst a group of people- if that’s even what it shows- it could very well just be a scene of a group of people that took MM’s eye as she wandered the streets of the city that night. But if it is supposed to be herself and Sam then that sort of pic requires someone else to take it and then give it to you to post. Not a accident at all, if so, and not intending to be private either. More work. Just like the airport, and the alpine mountain summit one clearly are for Sam.
Also to the anons writing me about that street pic. As I see it that street pic is simply a bunch of people standing around in the street. Look at the feet. None of these people are within an arms length of each other. Just a friendly group of folks out enjoying the street scene and the fireworks. I really couldn’t pic out any “couples” in that shot. And just also worth mentioning is that I also really couldn’t see any really identifiable people either, as the persons of interest have their backs turned to the camera. Maybe Sam was in Amsterdam for New Years, and maybe he hopped on a plane for somewhere else in that international terminal. You can get to a lot of places from that terminal and no pics from either Cait or Sam until almost a week later does make me wonder just where both of them may have been in the meantime…