A little taste of history one morsel at a time
After several minutes in the Crystal Dome, I developed a serious case of kaleidoscope eyes. I and my fellow tourists scrambled onward searching for tangerine trees and marmalade skies only to stumble upon the offbeat, Mechanical Theatre.
Mix copper with zinc and we get brass. Blend it with tin and voilà, we have bronze. Blast it with oxygen and copper morphs into a cool, sea-green.
“…darkness came…like the black of closed and unlighted rooms. You could hear women lamenting, children crying, men shouting…” ~ Pliny the Younger (61-113 AD) an eyewitness of the destruction of Pompeii.
In his teens, he dropped out of school and bounced around struggling to fit in.
An inquisitive monk—let’s call him Peete Starbuck—decided to brew these magical goat dancing berries, and voilà, the first cup of coffee was born.
I felt groovy and cool wearing them, especially with the handle of my purple comb sticking out of the back pocket.
I believe there are two types of people in this world, those who roam through cemeteries, and those who don’t. I fall into the first camp. Earlier this week I traveled to the Land of Cheese(heads) to visit family and reconnect with my Dutch roots. My mother and I spent the good part of a... Continue Reading →
Monsieur Guy and friends most likely swooned in horror when a decade after the Eiffel Tower was built, city engineers had it painted yellow.
Museum Bites 