Remember Dorothy, the intrepid traveler from the classic Wizard of Oz? She said it best: “If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard.”
As a first-year university student, I made a scheduling mistake which haunted me for four months: Art History at 8:00am. The positively inhumane class-meeting time was bad enough, but my freshman folly was exacerbated by the class format.
We, and much of the rest of the world, were introduced to Bill Bryson’s work in his hilarious Notes From a Small Island. We were living in London at the time, and could absolutely relate to his quirky take on being an American abroad.
A hot breeze rustles the jungle foliage, and birds flit about noiselessly. The jungle silence envelopes the ancient stonework, and even the normally chattering tour groups have lowered their voices.
Angkor Wat is the largest religious monument in the world; quite a statement considering the other sizable antiquities scattered around the globe.
Our love affair with historical architecture began in New Orleans, Louisiana. We lived in a classic, hundred-year old shotgun house, and each day walked through the Garden District to St. Charles Avenue to catch the streetcar.
If you enjoy Medieval architecture, all it takes is a view through the City Gate into Old Town Tallinn, Estonia to realize what a treat lies ahead.