I raise the glass, thinking to drink as a thousand times before. But I hear my grandmother’s glass xylophone. Tiny, high-pitched dings sound above the almost-monotonic poppings.
I tilt the glass and hear the sound of the sea inside a shell: the ocean twice removed.
Nothing says, “You are entering the realm of storybook, drama and quirkiness” so much as a sign like this:
San Francisco, if not a treasure island, is a treasure trove. Continue reading
This is my second visit to Amsterdam so I was prepared for the beauty. I was not, however, prepared for the volume of rubbish on the streets. Continue reading
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