Friday the 13th. A cold night in January. Eight o'clock and Eve and I wander the halls of old buildings and churches, surrounded by bones and relics of past ages. No, I'm not writing self-insert Supernatural fanfiction; we were attending the Basler Museumsnacht! It's a touristic event mostly, or one to get people, families, teenagers to go to the ( Read more... )

I promised more information on Eve and I's quest to try out different coffee shops (to drink tea, not coffee).

Today Eve and I were at the London Tea Company again so I think this is the right opportunity to type up on it (also, my English writing is incredibly clumsy at the moment for reasons I cannot quite phatom, but there you go)


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