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All the Styles

A beautiful warm morning in Lisbon.  Friday in mid-November so all the tourists are off to the Pena Palace.  Why not join them?  After breakfast we headed off to Sintra; we walked to the Rossio station where we caught a…

Net, Let & Ycnex

Or “uspekh” as they say in Sofia. Saturday morning, before the tennis, was caustic; rain like Hollywood, in sheets.  Then “torrential drizzle” then just flooding, puddles in the Metro, pools that overlapped the street and sidewalks.  I ventured out, but…

Paris in the Meantime

Seville is lousy with orange trees. Every “calle” and every courtyard and every plaza.  Could there be a lime tree?  Oh no, just a bunch of lemons masquerading as oranges.  They are coming into fruit just about now.  While notoriously…

Angels on the Bottom

You’ll be glad you got ‘em…  There wasn’t a whiff of gothic, baroque or neoclassical in Fats Waller but there was a theme, consistency and something called joy.  Not quite so much Seville’s gothic masterpiece.  This blog has some serious…

So Long Swish Chalet

We parted ways with how the other half live and rejoined our tribe: In economy class, sardined inside funnel tubes that aren’t far removed from the Central Services supply ducts of Gilliam’s Brazil.   From the seashore looking up, from…

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