DEATH – noun.
The end of the life of a person.
CHOCOLATE BOX – adjective.
Pretty in a superficial way or a romanticized aesthetic.
WITH THE COMING OF DUSK…
And the door of an atelier closed for the day – it is possible to catch a glimpse of a celebrated miniaturist and storyteller clad in her distinctive black feline boots wandering through the snickelways and secret passages of York in a quest to wake the dead.
ORDINARY FOLK. EXTRAORDINARY DEATHS.
And for those of a curious and hardy temperament – why not come along and listen to the Lady Brigante as she shares with you the tales of the illustrious, the miscreants, artists, misfits and those ordinary folk who have ALL been lost to history – until now!
However, for those of a sensitive nature who are averse to real stories of tears, heartache and tragedy – a meander through the fascinating streets of York with the Lady Brigante may NOT be to your taste.
WHO OR WHAT IS DEATH IN A CHOCOLATE BOX?
Death in a Chocolate Box offers true crime walks of Victorian York.
Innovative, meticulously researched and inspired by true crime stories from the Victorian era and through the tales of those ordinary people woven into the rich fabric of an ancient city’s social history – our tours are designed to offer an informative and unique walk with an experienced storyteller.
Browse the shelves of our emporium for the deliciously unusual or become a fellow taphophile on our forum Beneath Thy Feet to quench those unanswered questions or dispel gossip from truth!
Storyteller. Seeker of the Dead. Spiritual Sleuth.
The Lady Brigante loves nothing more than shocking unsuspecting folk with the tale that she was abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church.
Alas! The truth is altogether more unremarkable!
And for those of a cuious mind who would like to take a peek at the bundles of old documents, burial records, and hear the untold tales of nefarious deeds and suspicious deaths from the exclusive Brigante archives – why not cross the threshold of a twilight world nestled inside a little slice of the web to which the Lady B has since laid claim?
With Quill and Ink By Candlelight. ‘Fac Quod Faciendum Est.’