On-the-Bridge-d'Avignon
Sur le Pont d'Avignon
If I had known that the original dance was performed under the bridge, I might have saved myself some little trouble. Not a lot. Just a little. Read more about On-the-Bridge-d'Avignon
Sur le Pont d'Avignon
If I had known that the original dance was performed under the bridge, I might have saved myself some little trouble. Not a lot. Just a little. Read more about On-the-Bridge-d'Avignon
This is Bedford Square, just a hop and a skip from my hotel in London and another hop or so from the British Museum. It's a private little place, surrounded by wrought iron, entered only by an iron gate which seems to remain locked. Not even the Duke of Bedford seems able to enjoy it, even though he's only a block away on a pedestal with a pigeon on his head.
Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name. But they will be glad you came.
If I lived up here, I could never leave. I'd never make it back up that hill.
Far from the madding crowds and pollution:
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This is a National Park. I hope it has food and water somewhere.
There is almost no time that looks good for an outsider to find a peaceful spot in the Central African Republic. Nevertheless, those who know how can find one.
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I know Niagara Falls seem fairly cliche, but they're pretty spectacular all the same.
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Looks like my kind of place. Wonder if it has A/C and Wifi? Read more about In the Land of Cameroon