Category: Travels
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Below The Equator V: At The Flea Market in San telmo/ Knives, Bola Balls & Street Tango
[The street where the artists sell their…art. Photo is mine] Is it me or is the temperature 90° F? ~~Patrick Egan (January, 12, 2025) “Oh, you simply must go to the Flea Market at Plaza Dorrego in San Telmo,” said our landlady, Flor. She has an appropriate tat on her right forearm. It’s a beautiful…
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Below The Equator IV: A Day at the Recoleta Cemetery/ Among the Serene, the violated…and Evita
[Abandoned poster display outside the wall of the Cemetery of Recoleta, Buenos Aires. The advertising is gone, but behind the wall, the city’s dead remain. Photo is mine] My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten. I cast my dreams aside to fulfill those of others. ~~Maria Eva Duarte de Peron (Evita) Readers, you…
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Below The Equator III: Getting Down to Business in the Big Garden
[Yes, I’m thirsty. A statue greets the park visitors, offering a drink. Photo is mine] One touch of nature makes all the world kin. ~~John Muir There should be no doubt, dear readers, that your host and blogger has had a few stressful days upon our arrival in Buenos Aires. You’ve read how painful the…
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Below The Equator I: I Don’t Need A Reason To Go To Buenos Aires, But I Have A Few
[A Gaucho. Source: Wikipedia.] In Llama land, there’s a one man band And he’ll toot his flute for you… –Come Fly With Me. Songwriters: Sammy Cahn/Jimmy Van Heusen. The song is referencing Peru. In Buenos Aires, tango’s a must, Even pigeons here dance in the dust. Empanadas so good, you’ll shed a tear, But watch…
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I Bought A Bath Bomb
[The Bath Bomb. Photo is mine.] Do you think we’re going to leave this bath now? said Beaver Hateman, going menacingly to Uncle. Yes, I do! Well, you’re jolly well wrong! I’m going to stay here all night, if I want to! ~~ J. P. Martin “Uncle” I glanced at the rear view mirror. The…
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The Journey’s End 3: Inside Wimborne Minster-The Man In The Wall & The Chained Library
[Wimborne Minster. The Church of St Cuthburga. Wimborne, Dorset. Photo is mine.] The day we find the perfect church, it becomes imperfect the moment we join it. ~~Anon Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. ~~Thomas Gray Elegy…
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Journey’s End 2: Ringo Blaze & The Screaming Toilet Fish From Hell
[The White Hart Pub. The same place I remember so well. But, not the same place I found a few nights ago. Photo is mine.] Me to my brother, Dan: They call themselves Ringo Blaze & The Screaming Toilet Fish From Hell. Eh? My brother, Dan to me: Green or purple eight inch spiked mohawk.…
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The Journey’s End 1: Winchester Cathedral
[In the nave of Winchester Cathedral. A man stands at a mirror, allowing the viewer to study and admire the vaulting of the ceiling without cracking a vertebra in one’s upper neck. Photo is mine.] Winchester Cathedral You’re bringing me down You stood and you watched as My baby left town. ~~New Vaudeville Band It…
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Judge Wyndham’s Oak
[The Celtic Tree of Life. Source: Google search. CelticArtStudio.] Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening earth. ~~Tagore A few days ago, my friend, Tim, asked me if he had ever taken me to see Judge Wyndham’s Oak. I said that I have no recollection of such a visit. He said,…
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Aethelgifu, The Teenage Abbess: A Peak Inside The Walls Of The Shaftesbury Abbey
[Gold Hill, Shafesbury] Silence isn’t empty, it’s full of answers. It was a chilly day, this fourth day of October. Chilly and windy. Mariam and I had just had a very enjoyable lunch with a former student of mine, Sally, and her husband, Matthew. Sally was in my Geography class when I had the joy…
