#grand bazar

[publicite-francaise]

Au Grand Bazar Parisien, Sisteron, 1920.

[fidjiefidjie]

Bonjour, bonne journée ☕️ ⛅️

Grand Bazar, Quartier d'Eminönü, Istanbul 🇹🇷 Turquie

Photo de Ara Güler 1965

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Grand Bazar of Constantinople, modern-day Istanbul, Turkey

French vintage postcard

[vieillesboutiques]

Halle aux vêtements et Grand Bazar, Lyon, Rhône.

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The Grand Bazaar of Tabriz, IRAN

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Tollwood Winter Festival 2024. - Što nas sve očekuje?

[sauolasa]

Prende fuoco il grande mercato di Bongo bazar a Dacca

È il luogo dove vengono venduti gli abiti dei grandi marchi occidentali scartati dai controlli qualità. Nessuna vittima, ma 600 vigili del fuoco hanno lavorato per estinguere le fiamme

[harmonysanreads]

Thinking about Yandere!Sumeru Boys and the sweet, lovely bartender who's become the talk of Sumeru recently.

After receiving the news of the Sage's downfall and Lesser Lord Kusanali's rescue, you, who'd been out venturing Teyvat to learn about its global gastronomy and arts, decide to return to your homeland and help your father's busy Tavern. The knowledge you've gained from your travels prove to be fruitful as Lambad's Tavern reaches a new peak of popularity. Though, not everyone's point of interest is the menu — no no, in fact, many have become frequent patrons simply to get a glimpse of the new face behind the counter.

You and Kaveh click almost immediately. Your shared views on arts and beauty is one thing checked off, but the way your actually understand him? Unlike most people when they hear his story, you're not quick to put a lable on him ; instead, you make him feel heard and normal for the very first time. Listen patiently and don't throw factual advice on how to fix his life. No wonder he poured out his entire life story to you, all on his first conversation. He's left wondering where you've been all his life as you share a portion of your own struggles, views on life and snippets of your adventures. To this day, Kaveh recalls the conversation along with your benign smile and feels his heart thump as if he's become a teenager again.

Every ensuing visit to the Tavern has his belief strengthen as well : you two must be soulmates. He's even started (half) jokingly calling you one as well, which never seems to move you the way he wants though as, all you do is adorably giggle and ask him to pay for his order. Oh well, he supposes that's an indication that you do not pity him solely because of his financial status. Kaveh's life had gotten a lot better with your presence ; he no longer drinks himself to oblivion, sleeps better than before and doesn't even pay heed to his roommate's sharp comments that'd otherwise end in a massive argument, thoughts preoccupied with what kind of trinket he could bring to impress you. For a brief period, Kaveh had felt like he'd finally found his light, his reason to keep living. He'd only wish he hadn't introduced his friends to you.

You first ‘officially’ met the dusty-rock-of-a-roommate of Kaveh (his words) when you took the responsibility of dropping him to his place of residence after the architect had passed out from taking a sip of the Sneznayan Fire-Water. You weren't sure what you were expecting from Alhaitham, but a talk over books that spiralled a little too late into the night and ended with him walking you back home certainly wasn't it. You can see where Kaveh came from, The Acting Grand Sage did not have the countenance that invited friendships. You'll have to thank your profound interest in all genres of books and an equal ease to share your opinions to not be at the recipient of that attitude. It takes you a little too much time to notice that since that night, the Scribe has found himself a second home in your radar. You see him at Puspa Cafe, the Grand Bazar, the streets and after a little while, even at your father's Tavern almost frequently. So much so, that calling him something of a friend might not be as far-fetched now.

In Alhaitham's defense, he's simply intrigued, it's not everyday he meets someone who can keep up with him. It took him only a glance at you to realize you're the person who has Kaveh blushing and giggling like a madman at random times. The architect's creepy behavior aside, at least, it seemed as though some of your sense of responsibility had rubbed off on him so, less headache for Alhaitham. You're easy to talk to ; granted, you don't always have agreements but that doesn't pose as an impediment from keeping the conversation flowing. In fact, you treat him no different ; neither his status nor his prolonged disappearances that'd no doubt affect anyone else can change your easygoing persona as he approaches you, the coffee and dishes you make are rather good too and— ah. Alhaitham understands now why Kaveh is so smitten with you.

Lambad's Tavern is a prominent destination for fans of Genius Invocation TCG, you like the game, too. But because of your duty, you can only resign yourself to watching from the counter as some rejoiced in victory and others had their heads in their hands from loss. It's entertaining to a degree, frustrating to another as you have to remain silent while the players make dumb choices. You digress, whatever they do is none of your business. But if you had to pick one group that produced the most entertaining show out of this game ; it'd be the friends Kaveh brought along with him. Most of the times, they'd just be reduced to Kaveh's ranting pillows and really, only one of them—and by that you mean the General Mahamatra who seemed to truly care for the game. You're curious about him, actually. He seemed so different from the rumours that were floating around. And thanks to Kaveh's impulsive announcement that you'd be dueling Cyno one night, you had the opportunity to satiate that curiousity — and flex a win against the master of TCG altogether.

To say Cyno was flabbergasted would be the understatement of the century. He'd repeatedly demanded for a second match that time (all the while Kaveh looked like he could die of pride) but you'd shut it off with the (not really) threat of charging extra for your lost time. Since then, he'd been hot on your tail, too. Trying to coax you into a second match with every strategy he can think of : bribing, bargaining, cracking awful jokes to befriend you — his hard work paid off, but the sight of a win against you still seemed to be far. At one point, those concerns were lost as you both simply found fun in each other's presence. Cyno, in the meantime, had noticed that your amiable personality was both a blessing and a curse. Do you not see the corrupt glints in their eyes? The wanton touches and disgusting saccharine lacing their words? No can do, they do not deserve your courtesy. Do not blame him for taking matters into his own accounts or show any semblance of concern after the personnel mysteriously disappear the next day ; its just a little favor for his TCG buddy.

Out of all of them, Tighnari took you the longest to get to know properly. Given his usually passive personality in the presence of others, no wonder he'd strayed a little from your attention. The forest ranger wasn't behind in knowing you, though. In fact, it seemed as though he had been picking up on clues his other friends were missing. Tighnari had been the first to take notice of your ennui, which he had surmised to be a result of all the people you have to deal with everyday. Turns out even you have your moments. One evening as Kaveh, Cyno and Alhaitham were preoccupied with debating over who-knows-what, Tighnari took the opportunity to approach you about it. He couldn't ignore the darkening circles under your eyes or the brightness in your optics dimming any longer — he's glad he did ; in truth, your life had gotten crazier than it was back when you were traveling, you'd confessed. You no longer felt truly...alone, even in moments that you're sure is securely private. Tighnari listened intently, for once the roles being switched. He sent hand-made remedies to help with your stress, frequently wrote to you to check your well being when he couldn't visit personally, anything within his power.

He felt sympathy for your state, such a precious person like you doesn't deserve this, you should be treated better, he could treat you better — now if only you're at arms reach to the forest ranger. Alas, for now he'd have to be content with this development. Tighnari has an inkling about who is, or are, responsible for your building misery. Does he intent to do anything with that knowledge though? Yes, coaxing you to his side, preferably.

The innocent, nameless wandering boy you'd taken with you on your return to Sumeru, suddenly returned home with a glowing anemo vision in the span of a few hours one fine afternoon. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary though, he was still as glued to your person (though nowadays he seemed to venture out more than usual), he was still the harmless boy you'd grown accustomed to. So then, why did it feel like something was amiss? Was it how often he'd find himself at the brink of an angry customer's fist? Or was it because that only occurs when you leave the counter to get something and that same customer just so happened to have been pushing you for a date beforehand? Your suspicions always end up fleeting though, you can never even raise an eyebrow at the boy, not when he looks at you with those glossy puppy eyes. In the end, it's always the other man that's handed over to the guards, it's always the others, in general at the face of your displeasure — not Wanderer, never Wanderer. If only you could see the same grin he directs at the retreating men behind your unassuming back.

You never did regret letting him trail behind your person (except maybe the bombarding allegations from your family of him being your significant other, it took one whole week to convince them otherwise, after all.) ; he was sweet and so.. clueless, as if he were but a newborn child. Your heart couldn't resist the poor thing and that's what brought you to this situation. Wanderer revels in the others' jealousy at the sight of you two's closeness (who could guess this same man had tried to take over Sumeru). He can do many of the things your other admirers can only dream of ; lean on your shoulder, fall asleep on your lap, play with your hair as you prepare a drink, whisper things in your ear with a purposefully lowered voice and get away with anything. All is well with the lost boy you'd picked up from the last turn of your travels, it's just that, you can't quite shake off the feeling of a strange familiarity everytime you look at his otherwordly eyes.

what do you call this? a love hexagon? 🤔

[ au masterlist ]

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The Big Store (1973) /  Le Grand Bazar

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Gérard Rinaldi in Le grand bazar (1973)

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Angelic Pretty Laforet Grand Bazar Love Princess Jumper Skirt Set

[publicite-francaise]

Grand Bazar de Lyon, Etrennes, Exposition de jouets, par Nicolas Tamagno, 1900.

À Lyon, les grands travaux d’assainissement et d’urbanisme sous le second Empire sont un terreau propice à l’ouverture de grands magasins. Inauguré le 8 novembre 1886, le Grand Bazar, deuxième magasin ouvert à Lyon par l’entrepreneur Henry Perrot est emblématique de ces nouveaux modes de consommation qui s’adressent à une clientèle élargie et apportent un soin particulier à la satisfaction des consommateurs. Relayés par la presse, grâce à des réclames et dans la rue par des affiches publicitaires aux couleurs chatoyantes, les grands magasins établissent les bases d’un nouveau modèle économique en proposant une très large gamme d’articles sans obligation d’achat, avec des prix bas et fixes, sans oublier des promotions régulières.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Grand Bazar on an Avenue in Bagnoles-de-l'Orne, Normandy region of France

French vintage postcard

[fidjiefidjie]

Bonjour, bonne journée ☕️ ⛅️

Près du Grand Bazar, Téhéran 🇮🇷 Iran 1958

Photo de Inge Morath

[y2klostandfound]

Laforest Grand Bazar 1999 Illustration for Department Store Advertising, 1999.

Design by Ichiro Tanida

Source:https://www.instagram.com/p/C-rjPAUSQuy

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“Lui è chi ha cantato Cristo in croce e ha dato i dieci comandamenti al commento di Tito, uno dei ladroni appesi.

Lui ha messo in musica un prigioniero che non voleva respirare la stessa aria dei secondini.

Lui cantava con voce di pozzo l'amore dei giorni perduti a rincorrere il vento.

Lui è chi ha tradotto Leonard Cohen, Georges Brassens, Bob Dylan in quell'impossibile, perfetta versione di "Avventura a Durango", capolavoro di trasferimento da una lingua a un'altra.

Lui è chi ha scritto che a morire di maggio ci vuole troppo coraggio, ha dato musica alla cattiva strada, ha squagliato la cioccolata dei dialetti, il genovese, il sardo, il napoletano dentro le ballate.

Lui è chi è stato legato a un palo dell'Hotel Supramonte dove ha visto la neve sopra un corpo di donna amato, addolcito di fame e ha ascoltato i racconti dei banditi e ha conosciuto una loro cura che nessun detenuto di questo Paese ha provato.

Lui è chi ha perdonato con gratitudine.

Lui è chi ha visto al collo di Teresa una lametta vecchia di cent'anni, lui sa che il dolore di Franziska taglia più di un coltello di Spagna. E sa il bosco dove Sally arrivò con il tamburello e sa il bisturi che corregge il sesso di Princesa, e la ragazza che si versa un cucchiaio di mimosa nell'imbuto di un polsino slacciato.

Lui è chi ha dato cantico ai drogati perché chiedessero: "e chi, chi sarà mai / il buttafuori del sole / chi lo spinge ogni giorno / sulla scena alla prime ore".

Lui è chi ha suonato i pensieri dei suicidi, il nasone di Carlo Martello, le fregole di un vecchio professore e la più concreta offerta di un paradiso, in vendita a via del Campo.

Lui è chi ha messo un giudice nelle mani esageratamente affettuose di un gorilla e ha lasciato che un pescatore sfamasse un assassino, e tacesse ai carabinieri.

Lui è chi cantò le lapidi di Spoon River dove Jones il suonatore mai rivolse pensiero al denaro, all'amore, al cielo.

Lui è chi ha voluto bene ai cuccioli del maggio che poi avrebbero azzannato i garretti dei potenti e avrebbero stabilito il record di carcere di una generazione italiana. Invano avvertiva gli altri: "per quanto voi vi crediate assolti / siete lo stesso coinvolti". Invano, perché gli altri si sono sempre assolti, da soli e definitivamente. Coinvolti restano solo lui, i caduti e i prigionieri senza fine. Sì, è stato il più grande, non solo per iscritto e in canto, ma per carattere, per dirittura d'urto contro la macchina luccicante di successo e carriera.

Lui solfeggiava con gli sconfitti, sbriciolava il loro pane ai passeri.

Dopo di lui la specie dei selvatici si è estinta. C'è il gran bazar degli ammansiti.

Non l'ho nominato, solo enumerato. Chi ha bisogno di guardare il suo nome, ha perso tempo a leggere fin qua.

Erri De Luca. ❤