My favorite corner in Vienna @commonroom and neighbourhood, my favorite cafe is @palmenhausbrasserie. I love going around with tramway kind of slowing down the time here. Peaceful and calm city Vienna. I adore when there is sun all the parcs are full of people lying on the grass, some of them with bikini! Peacefully enjoying sun. Today was 30 degree it suppose to be autumn here. Tomorrow my ecoprint workshops are starting I am so excited to meet all beautiful muktikulti women of Vienna.
Viyana 'daki en sevdigim köşe kendi atölyem gibi hissettiğim Commonroom, en sevdiğim kafe eski bir seranin içine kurulu Palmengarten,. Buraya sonbahar gelmemiş 30 derece zorladı. Herkes parklarda, huzurlu ve sakin. Bikinili guneslenenler huzurdan nasibini alıyor. Haftasonu ecoprint kurslarım var. Tramvaylara bayılıyorum hayatı yavaslatiyorlar. Balkan ülkelerinin çoğunda var tramvaylar. İngilizce konuşmayı, kozmopolit kadınları seviyorum. ❤️🙏
031. A long night had taken place. Drinking and singing and dancing and fighting. Though the fights were civil of course, Aldren tolerated nothing less. He even found himself facing Azrael in an arm wrestling match. The man was certainly strong and through the whole fight Aldren struggled to to take the lead. Eventually though Azraels wrist hit the table hard. Bets had been made and money now exchanged. Aldren stood with a smirk and half bow before stepping away. “Drinks on me!” He called before two women took him by the and decided that the upstairs was a much better place to be. ••• The sun rose the next day and Aldern rose with it. Light shining in through the windows as he descended a flight of stairs to a common room. Once again he found Azrael. The man never seemed to be far anymore but this time he had his breakfast out in front of him with the Talanverse Times in front of him. “What are your plans now, dead man?” Aldren joked as he took a seat across from the man. “Camelyn.” “Listen I got this great... Camelyn?!” Aldren arched a brow over the mans papers. He hadn’t been to to Camelyn in years. A fine place, some nice inns. Some pretty women. Aldren did like their red hair. Perhaps he could get the man to let him tag along. He had already gotten the man to do so much, for so many years, even when none watched. “I have an old mate in Camelyn who I’ve not chatted with in light knows how long..” he said almost longingly and putting on the act. “I wonder what the city looks like after such a time..” Azrael simply answered with, “itching to get out of Tar Valon?” A pause. “Come along. But if you try singing while we go I will have your tongue.” Aldren laughed, the man still had fire. Good. “Yes, I think I will join you on this trip.”