Rhapsody under a Bohemian Moon - Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic (Published by the National Post) The fair is in full swing in Svornosti Square. Amidst jugglers and barking dogs, minstrels from as far away as Prague vie for attention while an old gypsy woman scans the crowd. The air is filled with the spicy aroma of sausages sizzling on blazing fires alongside enormous slabs of venison... .....I can almost convince myself that I have arrived right smack-dab in the Middle Ages.... |
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Down a Hawaiian Rabbit Hole - Kaunakakai, Molokai (Published by the Globe and Mail) This is a house? From its centre, where I stand, to the farthest corner would take three steps, tops. Turquoise, yellow, orange and purple: every wall, even the fridge, is painted its own mad hue. Healthy green vines leap across empty spaces and clamp coiled tendrils onto ceilings and wires. Have I stepped into another world? Or have I slipped somehow, I wonder, down a rabbit hole ... |
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Beaujolais Nouveau: Just Part of the Story - Huire, France (Published by the Boston Globe) Bowls of salads, plates of sausages, and a tray of regional cheeses - there was scant room for the enormous loaf of bread that Jeannine Lagneau carried to our table tucked into the rose-filled garden at Domaine Lagneau. "And now to drink? Vin? Beaujolais-Villages, of course...... |
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