Tag: Europe
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Kinsale
Kinsale, coastal city. Colorful. A harbor full of ships. We ducked into an old antique shop with a cute little dog when it started to rain. Walked along the water to the harbor’s edge. Singing Downeaster Alexa, because that’s what it felt like. Content to take it all in from the fort for the hour…
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Blarney
Dusk on an autumn evening, orange light reflecting on the foliage. The grounds of Blarney Castle were almost empty an hour before closing time on a rainy November Sunday afternoon. We climbed to the top the top of the fortress to kiss the famous stone, of course, but that whole part felt fake and gimmicky…
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Baltimore
Wild Ireland, rainy and rugged. A landscape that lends itself to fairy tales. The violence of the wind, sea, rain, cliffs. The warmth of the sun, the smiles of the people. The piercing green, greenness of the grass. Rolling, rolling hills. Cows. Idyllic. __ Pouring and windy most of the morning. Poured the entire drive,…
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Grotta della Poesia
The cave a poetry. Removed from the city and yet populated by swimmers and sunbathers in the late October afternoon. A boy repeatedly jumped from the cliff into the Adriatic Sea. An old man did laps across the basin. White rock, blue, blue water. Quiet and buzzing. Silent energy. We didn’t swim; we were en…
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Otranto
It was noticeable warmer in Otranto. A SoBe style strip of palm trees and a boat-lined main street giving way to an old town, to a castle, to a climbable fortress wall and unparalleled views of the blue, blue see. Open squares, such bright light. We had lunch in the Old Town by the castle…
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Ostuni
Ostuni is a white city in the cliffs that has been constantly inhabited since the Stone Age. It’s old and fresh, large and compact, all at the same time. I was surprised to find it all relatively empty; it felt like we were the only ones on some of the whitewashed, stone streets. Palms, succulents,…
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