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Two representations of wealth in a time we would look back at as poverty. Two representations of grandeur in two different settings. One high atop a hill in a prestigious city, a challenge against the Parisians. The other small, where the priest was probably Read More...
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Anne Boleyn. The name stirs up some kind of meaning in all of us. From thoughts of a deceitful witch scamming on her husband to ideas of her somewhat twisted nature and beguiling abilities. But not with me. I’ve always had a soft spot for people or issues Read More...
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A palace covered in gold, as shiny as the sun the king aligned himself with. Versailles, the seat of the monarchy of France. The stomping grounds of the Three Musketeers, Louis Catorce, Charles V, Joan of Arc, and countless other Dumas stories including Read More...
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Stalls line the streets. Children are running between the people and screaming. A man hands a block of cheese to a woman who holds it to her face and inhales the sweet aroma. Fresh fruits and vegetables fill crates and alight the streets with color and Read More...
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A library filled with books, some older than the United States. The smell of old leather and musty paper fills your nose like an intoxicating aroma. In this room lies thoughts about humanity, what is life, what are feelings, why do we have relationships, Read More...
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Geneva lies in the shadow of the tallest mountain in Europe, Mt. Blanc. The White Mountain is over 15,000 feet high, is always covered in snow, and the lookout of the Alps. Mountains loom in the distance, surrounding Switzerland like a wall of protection. Read More...
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You drive through prairies and farmlands, past wild horses and sheep, around houses that have names, and through overgrown streets with trees reaching out for the people passing beneath them. In the distance stands a speck, what looks almost like a fence, Read More...
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Around the North end of Lake Geneva, past the huge city of Lausanne, is a castle that once housed the great poet Byron. Not as a resident, or even a guest, but a prisoner, trapped in the musty dungeon where now wine is brewed, the flowery aroma penetrating Read More...
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A channel runs between two countries, forever separating them with icy cold water. People have gone to great lengths to make their way across, whether it be for war or leisure. Now, a journey taking hours or days, takes but a few minutes as two people Read More...
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Driving down a little country road in a car no wider than I am tall is quite an experience. The pavement is coming up around the edges, like the ancient forest is trying to take the road back, and though we are slow and cautious on this road just big Read More...
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