By Alexandra Redisch in Narni: Civitas Narniae, the Romans called it. Narnia, C. S. Lewis called it. He named his imaginary world after the town in central Italy. Narni then, is the real Narnia.
Driving along the coast, we spotted a sign for Kyle of Lochalsh, landing stage for the short ferry ride to the Isle of Skye.
I'm mysteriously drawn to cemeteries, especially old ones. Wandering along the rows, looking at grave stones, I try to imagine the lives of those long since departed. One particularly evocative graveyard is the Jewish cemetery in Warsaw. --- Our way there is fraught with difficulty. [...]
Victory awaits him, who has everything in order - luck we call it. Defeat is definitely due for him, who has neglected to take the necessary precautions - bad luck we call it. Roald Amundsen *** As you may know, seven countries have claims on [...]
For two frightening years of World War II, Prinsengracht 263 was the secret address of the world’s most famous diarist. Queuing outside, I try to imagine this street as it must have looked 70 years ago. The gabled canal houses are the same, as is the canal flowing by. Bicycles are still a major means of transportation in the Netherlands. These bicycles even look like they could have been in use in the 1940s.
123 years ago, a man known as Jack hung around Whitechapel, ridding the world of prostitutes. Five murders have been attributed to him. Grotesque murders, but still "only" five. Judging by the number alone, he seems a bit of an amateur among serial killers. Yet, [...]
A new week, a new travel quiz. Where in the world is this evocative cemetery? A crisp autumn day three years ago, the girls and I walked through this cemetery. It was a melancholic walk past the graves of hopeful immigrants, of children, of those [...]