It was a lovely stroll today. The Danube, close to the southernmost mouth of the river, seemed energetic in its purpose.
The mysteries of mechanics enthrall us toward the innumerable possible inventions of human ingenuity.
Our claim to fame: A paragon of excellence, propelled as it is steered, capable of going in all directions, pedaled by Nogai Targars.
Today, news spread that the prince of our malakos escaped with five of his companions through a secret tunnel, eventually making their way to the Marais along the river Seine, where he opened his second bicycle factory.
A literary romp through Malacovia ...
(Amedeo Tosetti, Pedali sul Mar Nero, MIlan, 1884) ...
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