Month: October 2013

The Celts were a strange lot. Like the Egyptians, they believed the afterlife was a transition to something else, so created elaborate tombs to house their kings and queens.

I remember an old tv show called, The High Chaparral. Until I visited New Mexico, I had no idea what a ‘chaparral’ was. Or what I thought it should be. It so happens that chaparral proper only exists in parts of California and northern Baja

Paris. Fabulous. But the great places are usually very crowded. I like to go in the dead of winter when the trees are all bare and black and shaking again the frigid wind.

Think of Venice, think of Casanova, artist of love. He lived here for years until he was forced to flee after being imprisoned for years in the Doge’s Palace for committing many ‘public outrages against the holy religion.’

I took a bus from Ho Chi Mhin city to the jewel of the Vietnamese riviera, Nha Trang. The road was extremely bumpy, there apparently being no money in Vietnam for road renovation and improvement.