I have an alibi for the night of January 22, 1349.
On full moon nights, this fountain spills blood of the innocent young virgins of Grandson. Of course, sometimes, it’s just dry.
Flûte alors. I had forgotten about that, but not so long ago, flûte (flute) was a French cuss word.
Pains d’anis & macarons
This is not a pipe
BMW 325iX Touring. It’s not the best car ever only because it’s not Italian. Of course, if it were Italian, it would have burn to the ground or rusted away a long time ago.
Spring in Grandson
German pistol (circa 1870). 10.5 mm caliber, Dreyse needle system. Looks like an early Mateba.