If I had a nickel everytime a cartoon series ending includes a gay couple opening a food stand/food truck ...
... i'd have 3 nickels, which isn't much but it's weird sweet that it happened three times
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Château de la Mothe-Chandeniers, Les Trois-Moutiers, France: The Château de la Mothe-Chandeniers is a castle in the commune of Les Trois-Moutiers in the Vienne department of France. Wikipedia
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You weren't in Paris for our show Musketeers : The Avant-Garde ? You couldn't snatch a Republican Calendar at Citypop 2023 ? Fear not ! Our friends at Studio Blauhai are now having preorders on their online store for several of the prints and books featured in the show !
By popular demand, the sale will also feature my Republican Calendar of the French Revolution. Preorders will last one week and ship internationally. Don't miss out !
The Three Musketeers Artbook, featuring illustration and comics by Camille and myself
The Republican Calendar, with 13 illustrations and corresponding dates
The Exhibition Catalogue with all pieces from 18 artists of the Dumariolles group
And many more pieces to discover on the store ! Go go go !
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O' Cardinal! my Cardinal! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the bed my Cardinal lies,
Asleep cold and dead.
O' Cardinal! my Cardinal! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Cardinal! dear flower!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the bed,
You’re asleep cold and dead.
My Cardinal does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My flower does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult o' shores, and ring o' bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the chapel my Cardinal lies,
Asleep cold and dead.
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