tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16135906847231799242024-03-12T21:34:36.639-07:00Paul Alan Levy's BlogPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-6801619556159744852023-01-09T09:15:00.003-08:002023-01-09T09:15:45.764-08:00 Our vacation in Andalucia begins – a clusterfuck at Frankfurt Airport<p><br />I’ve flown to or via Europe many times over the past 55 years, but until last month, never to or through Frankfurt. I’ll never again schedule travel using that airport.<br /><br />For this year’s holiday gathering with our son and his family, who live in Zanzibar, we aimed for something roughly half-way between; someplace that was not overly cold; but also someplace where our grandchildren could experience snow, which none of them had done since the oldest started walking. One of guys with whom I play pickup soccer mentioned the Sierra Nevada de Espana, outside Granada, and we settled on three weeks in Andalucia, starting out in Seville; then to Granada, culminating in four days of skiing and other winter sports in the Sierra Nevada. It sounded like a great compromise.<br /><br />But Seville proved to be a hard destination to reach from DC. So in checking around, we ended up with a three-leg flight which took us through Charlotte and Frankfurt, making the reservation through Travelocity and American Airlines. What a nightmare!<br /></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br />Our American Airlines flight landed in Frankfurt on the morning of December 17 pretty much on time, but the plane then sat on the tarmac for about 45 minutes waiting for a gate to open up; apparently, the bad weather throughout Europe was playing havoc with airline schedules. When we were released from the plane, we were directed to the border control queue, in an area which was marked with signs indicating that this was for exit from the airport. At that point, we had perhaps 90 minutes left to make our connection. But there was a long line, snaking back and forth across the room, in the modern way that is intended to give those in line that they are making progress toward the front. not moving at all, exacerbated by the fact that, so far as I could tell, there were only two or three border security officials checking credentials. There was only one person out near the line, but she was mostly unhelpful when people approached her with questions. I wanted to know whether we had to go through the this security line even if we were making a connection. Finally she pointed to a stairway to the far left side and said that we could make our connection by ascending those stairs.<br /><br />So that is what we did, and thus learned that our connection was at a specific gate in a different terminal, which we would reach by taking an airport train. But when we arrived at the new terminal, we found that we were outside airport security and would have to gave our bags and selves rescreened – and that line was also moving slowly because most of the screening machined were shut down. And, we had at that point less than an hour to make our flight. Well, we begged, and pleaded, and many of the people in the security line took pity on this older couple who were asking again and again to be allowed to move in front of each layer of the snake. At last, we reached the security checkpoint, and then the passport control on the other side of the checkpoint – at that point, less than 20 minutes until our flight. We dashed through the duty-free shops that are always interposed between security and the gates, and finally made it to our gate, twelve minutes before departure time. But the gate was closed with no Lufthansa personnel around to whom we might plead to be allowed to board the plane<br /><br />Luckily, a Lufthansa customer service section for the gates in this terminal was not far from our gate, so we rushed over there for help. Well, not so lucky: none of the desks were occupied. There was only a security guy at the entrance to service area, answering questions from stranded travelers. Hearing our question, he checked an electronic device and told us that not only could we not board at the gate, but our flight had already left, and there are no more flights to Seville today And, he said, there are no other customer service areas inside security. So. to rebook, we would have to go outside security.<br /><br />So, that is what we did. But there was a HUGE line at the Lufthansa desks, longer even than the line to get through baggage security. The line was barely moving: from what I could see, only two or three of the many Lufthansa desks actually was attended. We stood on line, and we stood on line. And then Nancy got a message on her phone indicating that our flight to Seville had not left yet – it had been assigned to a new gate and was now scheduled to leave! Had we known the new gate while we were inside security, we could have caught the flight – but the new gate had not been posted while we were there, and the security guy outside Lufthansa customer service apparently didn’t know about it either. And we couldn’t just go to the gate – there was that interminable security line. We were screwed!<br /><br />Given that there was only one direct flight to Seville each day, I was worried that, by the time we got to the front of the line, there might be no seats left on that flight. And we HAD to get there on the same flight the next day – if not, Sam and Nafisa and the grandchildren would arrive without our having yet checked into our AirBnB! I took another look on my phone while we were standing in line, and there were only a few seats left on the flight. So I booked seats while waiting on line – nearly $800 right there. But we stayed on the line to make sure that our bags would be shifted to the new flight. Meanwhile, I scavenged around the airport to find chairs so that we and other travelers could sit on line instead of standing online.<br /><br />It was four hours later that we finally reached the front of the line. Had we waited to make a reservation, there would have been no seats left on the flight to Seville the following day. We got our bags switched to the new flight, but the representative was unable to credit us for cost of the new reservation I had made; and although she consulted her supervisor, she also was unable to provide a voucher for a local hotel or dinner. We found a hotel near an indoor shopping mall called The Squaire to which we could walk through indoor passageways (heavy coats having been packed in the suitcases), but that cost us yet another two hundred dollars. There were two separate Hiltons available. We stated in the Hilton Garden Inn, which was adequate. The hotel’s own restaurant was closed, but we ran into a pair of US tourists who had been in Frankfurt for a couple of days and who suggested that we try a restaurant in The Squaire called the Alex, where the schnitzel was not bad, and reasonably priced. So that was our dinner.<br /><br />The next morning, we rose early and walked to the airport. The security line was short, and by early afternoon we were in our Seville apartment, beating our Zanzibar family by about an hour.<br /><br />After I posted online about our travails in Frankfurt, I heard from several friends whose work or family lives frequently bring them through Europe, and every one of them said that our experience at the Frankfurt airport was typical, saying that they avoid transit in that airport if they possibly can to so. <br /><br />And getting refunds for this mess? No luck so far. Travelocity says that it is American Airlines’ fault. American provides only a web based complaint system that limits responses to 500 characters. And Lufthansa has no record of our reservation (it was made through American, after all).<br /><br /></p>Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-25952147548496032122022-12-13T05:25:00.002-08:002022-12-13T05:25:18.067-08:00Touring Savannah Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-38166179230867179912022-07-03T10:14:00.003-07:002022-07-05T10:27:28.471-07:00A Day in Portsmouth New Hampshire<br /><p></p> We have been coming to New Hampshire for 39 years, but we have never been east of Manchester (and even in Manchester, only in the airport back when we used to fly up to visit my father at his <a href="https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/31616926" target="_blank">Stone Pond summer house</a>, which we now own). So we decided to spend what seemed likely to be a rainy Saturday visiting Portsmouth, the main town in New Hampshire’s very short stretch of Atlantic coastline. One of my goals was to get to the Smuttynose Brewery – we have been enjoying their ales since the mid-1980's when they had next to no distribution beyond New Hampshire. Then they were available only in the Richmond area, so I had to drive south to Ashland Virginia to find a beer store carrying their ales. These days you can sometimes find it in the better liquor stores in DC, but mostly we stock up at Hannafords whenever we come to New Hampshire. Ideally, I would have gone for a tour of the brewery, but they stopped offering tours a few years ago. At the very least, I figured to eat lunch and dinner at one of their outlets in the Portsmouth area.<br /><br />We got started in the midmorning so it was approaching noon when we reached Hampton, at th southern end of the Portsmouth area. Nancy was getting hungry, so we stopped for lunch at the Smuttynose Brewery <br /><br />And....there it was, the brewery where the magic happens! <br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITbdIk6Wr8ToG3h8byomqP4_BFTQLLCd5U2V7FL_DtxZ525F7fN-Onv69MTz8ZsQSolm6-Bb-GVVxYKqSKAN7VraGVDnox2wsyaEFc6NYUF90c4VRI9XU_lJQ5RpemAWIBHv2_HnGrhM_cXnNmM09UJr69GP2OEH_IHPgTfmVqzxrCsN_5KvN-h7M/s605/small%20131252%20%20Smuttynose%20Brewery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="605" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITbdIk6Wr8ToG3h8byomqP4_BFTQLLCd5U2V7FL_DtxZ525F7fN-Onv69MTz8ZsQSolm6-Bb-GVVxYKqSKAN7VraGVDnox2wsyaEFc6NYUF90c4VRI9XU_lJQ5RpemAWIBHv2_HnGrhM_cXnNmM09UJr69GP2OEH_IHPgTfmVqzxrCsN_5KvN-h7M/s320/small%20131252%20%20Smuttynose%20Brewery.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smuttynose Brewery, Hampton, NH<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p></p><p></p><p>The rain had ended by then; in fact, it was getting sunny, so we sat down in the outdoor seating area of the restaurant <br /><br /></p><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHorvmaNCu3992w249TPjChhBgcoBIT7uQxdoHc-6UwHuaUXOky8Hc78pYnQ6ictdMDBctUcn7dJA-FpnxxpVykj1LX8KXQFXAMwx3Ns5jHpvxBqXsC72d_n1JVrneDfP_ppTQt5lVd4OtLTO-uBghZyOq6Q8XUxxxj-CbpVrKhrrCy7mgmcXMrJR/s606/small%20115455%20Smuttynose%20Restaurant.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="606" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHorvmaNCu3992w249TPjChhBgcoBIT7uQxdoHc-6UwHuaUXOky8Hc78pYnQ6ictdMDBctUcn7dJA-FpnxxpVykj1LX8KXQFXAMwx3Ns5jHpvxBqXsC72d_n1JVrneDfP_ppTQt5lVd4OtLTO-uBghZyOq6Q8XUxxxj-CbpVrKhrrCy7mgmcXMrJR/s320/small%20115455%20Smuttynose%20Restaurant.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smuttynose Restaurant in Hampton, NH<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <br />and ordered appetizers (brussels sprouts tossed with garlic parm dressing and pretzel bites with a beer-based cheese sauce) and fish and chips. The brussels sprouts were pretty good; the others were acceptable. Ah, but the beer! Nancy got a glass of Common Man ale, while I got a tasting flight: Robust Porter, an old favorite; Cherry Sour; Raspberry Lime Rickey Sour; and Snaccident, a chocolate peanut butter stout. In the latter, I finally found a stout that was too thick for my taste, but the others were all good choices. A singer named Ryan Williamson started playing at 1, just as we were ready to leave. We couldn’t bear to listen. They apparently have music daily at 6:30 and at 1 PM on weekends<br /><br />As we were getting ready to leave, the tasting bar was open so I wanted to go take a look. Our waiter had mentioned that I could get a good look inside the brewery from a window on the side, and indeed I could<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJH_9we8kWhkqaKfedc6RqroTKYRLk7UcVdt40fc8igLs2Xau3aC93LugiqsMMoyv9gmwnyZJkMYHLXFLH5rgue8yGsWBuDZzR-1quV2q5r5mB195AKb6ucUiBk_pYyCIL3W8TqzX83d3MEt2Rl46lQVRUwTVzXAhqDBCR3_JQ7pROVTdrGSbHtaD/s692/small%20131401%20%20Smuttynose%20Brewery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="692" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJH_9we8kWhkqaKfedc6RqroTKYRLk7UcVdt40fc8igLs2Xau3aC93LugiqsMMoyv9gmwnyZJkMYHLXFLH5rgue8yGsWBuDZzR-1quV2q5r5mB195AKb6ucUiBk_pYyCIL3W8TqzX83d3MEt2Rl46lQVRUwTVzXAhqDBCR3_JQ7pROVTdrGSbHtaD/s320/small%20131401%20%20Smuttynose%20Brewery.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of Smuttynose Brewery from its window<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><br /><br />But even better – inside the retail store there was a sign for the rest rooms which, as it turned out, were at the edge of the brewery – so I was able to get into the brewery and walk around looking at the fermentation vats<br /><br /></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNaB4-Yr9duaIZNM1-EMyDkHts-K6UGhdvzcA68f-vpkPIydVVBkqrKxSXrOXCGx6Xn1aDTnviNqQrKN60HriTnBHxVZg1NDCezA7xPiddv3Flvu1UbGTkf3YMpsplDqCFuiuvP61kauvkFwRKQqGa95rH9a1p3pVwlfodFw1X0WoKIgQ53j8lK4p/s565/small%20131627%20%20Smuttynose%20Brewery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="268" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNaB4-Yr9duaIZNM1-EMyDkHts-K6UGhdvzcA68f-vpkPIydVVBkqrKxSXrOXCGx6Xn1aDTnviNqQrKN60HriTnBHxVZg1NDCezA7xPiddv3Flvu1UbGTkf3YMpsplDqCFuiuvP61kauvkFwRKQqGa95rH9a1p3pVwlfodFw1X0WoKIgQ53j8lK4p/s320/small%20131627%20%20Smuttynose%20Brewery.jpg" width="152" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside Smuttynose Brewerry<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lG_8urcgIpQNQsfXv9OKBkJJHxMbDQQZMBnLQljdjfFZErEV6Mq_r8AkBWR9SBw7IxhOOccO25Rvihfn1nNULkAXDmsFjQu45nrl_bcbLnL6KVwsLfEVGdNWuTF31qA1k7dEjVCivpErBYxVdURIg4GtwTCdBWCvFw1NVo9UN9UWHTVJ-lX0LOIV/s605/small%20131602%20%20Smuttynose%20Brewery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="605" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lG_8urcgIpQNQsfXv9OKBkJJHxMbDQQZMBnLQljdjfFZErEV6Mq_r8AkBWR9SBw7IxhOOccO25Rvihfn1nNULkAXDmsFjQu45nrl_bcbLnL6KVwsLfEVGdNWuTF31qA1k7dEjVCivpErBYxVdURIg4GtwTCdBWCvFw1NVo9UN9UWHTVJ-lX0LOIV/s320/small%20131602%20%20Smuttynose%20Brewery.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smuttynose brewing vats<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><br />Not the same as a tour, to be sure, but it will have to do!<br /><br />Then we drove up to Portsmouth and parked near the Portsmouth Historical Society where we picked up free maps for two self-guided walking tours. We proceeded to walk in the hot sun for the next two hours, looking at buildings from the later years of the 18th century and beginning of the 19th<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ23gdsGkqiOJqGA6Bed5bf1y77_3CoIQrEzkDi5k20rGgHPb8wvAYkveB1rAEoyRiSextW1zKEjnemgY2QQ2QsWhsWjxtWsksQXrMq_O7CqXit2oQEIIeq5hZs8AqW4fhmdpk7RU0O_4RIie1rUDsi9Oa2ZSsG8sd10h0n01CjAAwAAgNJB2Yayy_/s600/small%200099.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ23gdsGkqiOJqGA6Bed5bf1y77_3CoIQrEzkDi5k20rGgHPb8wvAYkveB1rAEoyRiSextW1zKEjnemgY2QQ2QsWhsWjxtWsksQXrMq_O7CqXit2oQEIIeq5hZs8AqW4fhmdpk7RU0O_4RIie1rUDsi9Oa2ZSsG8sd10h0n01CjAAwAAgNJB2Yayy_/s320/small%200099.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GBFWLvJJYJxJlwwbqOOQw48T4OU8P6lUm2HyBLVgAO51FQ6gxYXysQQyvJvbQQW_W23nOW4Fc1jQk3vfl_4JpvUuU6txUL5VowyG1TWt3CMnL0NGEPFQbY8Fc5vaC184FUfi3XbnJHNo3bW-PVuinTSWv08XZAgIZsuQ4hYanItqKVEkCmpYCoJD/s600/small%200117%20Italianate%20%20House.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GBFWLvJJYJxJlwwbqOOQw48T4OU8P6lUm2HyBLVgAO51FQ6gxYXysQQyvJvbQQW_W23nOW4Fc1jQk3vfl_4JpvUuU6txUL5VowyG1TWt3CMnL0NGEPFQbY8Fc5vaC184FUfi3XbnJHNo3bW-PVuinTSWv08XZAgIZsuQ4hYanItqKVEkCmpYCoJD/s320/small%200117%20Italianate%20%20House.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br />Many of the houses had labels giving their historical names and dates, such as the Dreadwell Jenness house from 1818<br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicweuEwKKQN8hlC3Dxbzfe5sJBIUYVWAQTZ5XmAEc8wN8jp4mjsMfyqOd4osWuUDafgs4K5gQGIujGWwOznGX7yH2lmX43Ip8gmvxBcuUAINBlEL0hLgDeno0NIY_N3bRtlsQaThdqvVyLF2nrbvnyPjszw1_9PM8QkbItQA3dF8uukIgLYu4bFuZM/s720/small%200107%20Dreadwell%20Jenness%20House%201818.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicweuEwKKQN8hlC3Dxbzfe5sJBIUYVWAQTZ5XmAEc8wN8jp4mjsMfyqOd4osWuUDafgs4K5gQGIujGWwOznGX7yH2lmX43Ip8gmvxBcuUAINBlEL0hLgDeno0NIY_N3bRtlsQaThdqvVyLF2nrbvnyPjszw1_9PM8QkbItQA3dF8uukIgLYu4bFuZM/s320/small%200107%20Dreadwell%20Jenness%20House%201818.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dreadwell Jenness House<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p></p><p>There were plenty of historical plaques shedding light on the buildings; uses and the personages who had lived there.<br /><br />The Rockingham Hotel, with medallions including terra cotta busts of the founders</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUTY_91rv91sczoMDe7vmhOKYNh3t285zkywV9dc8yTksoCAUOMgeVmKPQq6DMdrJbhLcRv6tI9lxa-hgo92jSWSMj6U7_9Xkfoa1xDSNLhkK9iW8GIGQCH9dXhOUWhhzXZr7di4Uun-NXLqJc3ixdDvWT2r8iHvyqvZ23BVwW18-3_KhhMjGBLqV/s991/small%200103%20Rockingham%20Hotel%20Medalions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="991" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUTY_91rv91sczoMDe7vmhOKYNh3t285zkywV9dc8yTksoCAUOMgeVmKPQq6DMdrJbhLcRv6tI9lxa-hgo92jSWSMj6U7_9Xkfoa1xDSNLhkK9iW8GIGQCH9dXhOUWhhzXZr7di4Uun-NXLqJc3ixdDvWT2r8iHvyqvZ23BVwW18-3_KhhMjGBLqV/s320/small%200103%20Rockingham%20Hotel%20Medalions.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bust of Frank Jones on the Rockingham Hotel<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRb4PyBGyS9gOzOp874D35zQ3hU7MeWeA3elAns_g1dmp9ktzGaPd4FtbSsQo3NWQDveCHa2q_SQxhAPV9sxMROUYuLs4Yc09mU0A8v4gBC73VvmDdgyMNP4RMupMb_jtXIVHJniDQQ5uHRfhC2t_bS8RF5JjyVSzc3m2sXz52z_SOjHiWiosQomh/s720/small%200102%20Rockingham%20Hotel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRb4PyBGyS9gOzOp874D35zQ3hU7MeWeA3elAns_g1dmp9ktzGaPd4FtbSsQo3NWQDveCHa2q_SQxhAPV9sxMROUYuLs4Yc09mU0A8v4gBC73VvmDdgyMNP4RMupMb_jtXIVHJniDQQ5uHRfhC2t_bS8RF5JjyVSzc3m2sXz52z_SOjHiWiosQomh/s320/small%200102%20Rockingham%20Hotel.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rockingham Hotel, Portsmouth <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Near the Rockingham was a memorial to enslaved residents of Portsmouth (seen in the foreground below)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqY31E9HrYovI5pMdeS74y0iI4Aia43UZOsUxyS8tYpJUZR_EE3vwVckQenSxthqOu_eqLz62AjkGzS29jDcE2XU-Bzp29Jk5at7mvG69CCZ4S-Jybwldq_UdDoEYLX4SkzM4Pfi_rh5LVZVb06RnbmQWAdlpUZ71-KwNpVhyUyxFjw8EgGIXWw1P/s6000/0104%20Rockingham%20Hotel.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqY31E9HrYovI5pMdeS74y0iI4Aia43UZOsUxyS8tYpJUZR_EE3vwVckQenSxthqOu_eqLz62AjkGzS29jDcE2XU-Bzp29Jk5at7mvG69CCZ4S-Jybwldq_UdDoEYLX4SkzM4Pfi_rh5LVZVb06RnbmQWAdlpUZ71-KwNpVhyUyxFjw8EgGIXWw1P/s320/0104%20Rockingham%20Hotel.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p> The 1784 Governor John Langdon House<br /><br /><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2f5ViPsAR65EA7WjguH50RkO7N0Mb_VGJ8CDzniNy_Qrbao0F2HfhSTFe3WSqeirt-sbt7ScHW7aim5fccv6lsr-Ubu0IkAYKl4uOfk9rdl12V5H98_tjFEnmj6NPENYudwMWg4m9CMUqx_ESyUlGfGMP2Nw9IVF_-fDgq6tU3F7oluKIwbj5_epy/s720/small%200110%20Governor%20John%20Langdon%20House%201784.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2f5ViPsAR65EA7WjguH50RkO7N0Mb_VGJ8CDzniNy_Qrbao0F2HfhSTFe3WSqeirt-sbt7ScHW7aim5fccv6lsr-Ubu0IkAYKl4uOfk9rdl12V5H98_tjFEnmj6NPENYudwMWg4m9CMUqx_ESyUlGfGMP2Nw9IVF_-fDgq6tU3F7oluKIwbj5_epy/s320/small%200110%20Governor%20John%20Langdon%20House%201784.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Governor John Langdon House<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><p>and this plaque remembering one of Langdon's servants<br /></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisS8uwaXUpk13G4SM4zotsPN2MzKSqdKXHi2gWUrwqH563j1D8D5YfzP61N1PRP94KgLHur7J0YR5fLIy3oOvWFiYzz8hD8G-h3jZMutpRwa1rNBgmHV9qvtYFk3H9wLeVY4YVmaE1-Z-Ua93WeAupMP7qrJqqijm5xe5zRQaspFwYbs28WcVNwAjO/s600/small%200108.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a> <br /></p><p><br /><br />We declined to take the tour of the Langdon House. When we asked how much the tour cost, the person at the gate hesitated an had to look it up, so we got the impression she had not had any paying customers recently. At $13 for seniors, I was not surprised<br /><br /><br />But we had a nice walk in the adjoining garden<br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3f8XcArcA0bdNYsdEcdCHQMUgutFHqfPAYmpOgrQdqBbgf_xcwDuQQvHgh70yOLpdYCzRbGFt9mM-IsithLHx02kq1JBDRfcVuuHT3UJ9-MaRAz9jEm0VyKkjre4XUVzCv8MktvWU10RK-_j1TF8a_G4TCiIOReqqlZZ-B08Gk_7P2-mq8-i2dD5j/s720/small%200111%20Langdon%20House%20Garden.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3f8XcArcA0bdNYsdEcdCHQMUgutFHqfPAYmpOgrQdqBbgf_xcwDuQQvHgh70yOLpdYCzRbGFt9mM-IsithLHx02kq1JBDRfcVuuHT3UJ9-MaRAz9jEm0VyKkjre4XUVzCv8MktvWU10RK-_j1TF8a_G4TCiIOReqqlZZ-B08Gk_7P2-mq8-i2dD5j/s320/small%200111%20Langdon%20House%20Garden.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Garden of John Langdon House<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>This was the childhood home of James Fields, who was a major publisher of American fiction in he middle of the 19th Century. The plaque credits him with turning the Atlantic monthly into a literary force, although it is not cleat to me how accurate that is<br /><br /><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrM4LWRy_5DlcWviprZlfjli2cXNDvYO3zVs7RVXe_bOpMkmJNBdZvhtge7XkAbwT6pdcCmx_N-aLXwkReCBQFA6lCHnHi_Z4q6gf6HRu_xA85OxiBrTmjkstrRS983kxnia-aWN8RkM-_cndFShOvH9yUeH7NTca-MM1aPPl1CZFx4xtXfCD_be4K/s840/small%200115%20John%20Field%20House%20Atlantic%20Monthly.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="840" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrM4LWRy_5DlcWviprZlfjli2cXNDvYO3zVs7RVXe_bOpMkmJNBdZvhtge7XkAbwT6pdcCmx_N-aLXwkReCBQFA6lCHnHi_Z4q6gf6HRu_xA85OxiBrTmjkstrRS983kxnia-aWN8RkM-_cndFShOvH9yUeH7NTca-MM1aPPl1CZFx4xtXfCD_be4K/s320/small%200115%20John%20Field%20House%20Atlantic%20Monthly.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Fields home<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br />The South Meeting House (and its adjoining horse barn)<br /><br /> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOLchLiSRHMWCJwsrAeHJCda0ucQodN85UzyqRA7vyAyWbDOJPv2jHsvZVc5EfMEPbmJis_pXcmwsTZIVjh75hElRVqUpo7amVXfqjq1dbXOaYmwMvOUI9lyQcRB40LQQi6z3drsfi6fMjttt7yGT0W9l7GnZhhnQMzBbVsccq5qGk7JbcMf_0M2j/s774/small%200121%20South%20Meeting%20House%20with%20Horse%20Barn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="774" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOLchLiSRHMWCJwsrAeHJCda0ucQodN85UzyqRA7vyAyWbDOJPv2jHsvZVc5EfMEPbmJis_pXcmwsTZIVjh75hElRVqUpo7amVXfqjq1dbXOaYmwMvOUI9lyQcRB40LQQi6z3drsfi6fMjttt7yGT0W9l7GnZhhnQMzBbVsccq5qGk7JbcMf_0M2j/s320/small%200121%20South%20Meeting%20House%20with%20Horse%20Barn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><br />Finally we reached the harbor<br /><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi978JEQQunBqaay7m-O3Arqe56zSN0_TKpVyZCNOaBVkiXeosOp041tFNwFP0d9Tyvkpnld958A522lBdKvWtPBaLP9UCy7VnB9OxcFjRDvIrB1On6eJHqP5KkRJqRTh-0vxSoed97cDyBWAuhHyr0Gc2YOCisZ_Dgezu9EvrIiUswUIzb_7NuMvfD/s600/small%200122%20Portsmouth%20Harbor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi978JEQQunBqaay7m-O3Arqe56zSN0_TKpVyZCNOaBVkiXeosOp041tFNwFP0d9Tyvkpnld958A522lBdKvWtPBaLP9UCy7VnB9OxcFjRDvIrB1On6eJHqP5KkRJqRTh-0vxSoed97cDyBWAuhHyr0Gc2YOCisZ_Dgezu9EvrIiUswUIzb_7NuMvfD/s320/small%200122%20Portsmouth%20Harbor.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><br />And walked along the waterfront until we reached a park and the Point Of Graves Burying Ground, which contained tombstones from as far back at the late 17th century and many from the early to middle 18th. The tombstones were well preserved and featured the work of outstanding carvers from that period<br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHbpndBBPs1uP2VLnjk-jXeTGg5cHnI8wpoPM4pUCbW5eN7t-2c5RyIThNcwNan7d9m5lwl-D0bVtzYPApIK6ruwBJIWozXSYdf5azA5Ztb5c8xQSKFJmUpxhA1enaoZGBaXjU3qRL7MlnRsAZNgQvcSMaHJ0_5wFjOFAyAi4CYE-h-Fb12H1ZNUR/s609/small%200123%20Point%20of%20Graves%20Tombstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="609" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHbpndBBPs1uP2VLnjk-jXeTGg5cHnI8wpoPM4pUCbW5eN7t-2c5RyIThNcwNan7d9m5lwl-D0bVtzYPApIK6ruwBJIWozXSYdf5azA5Ztb5c8xQSKFJmUpxhA1enaoZGBaXjU3qRL7MlnRsAZNgQvcSMaHJ0_5wFjOFAyAi4CYE-h-Fb12H1ZNUR/s320/small%200123%20Point%20of%20Graves%20Tombstone.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMxBNFaWyO-KSaLqJIS1n93taH2mXGy0GCGHKrDg2rq_2TzHPZg8oQpKzStZTupOQt1vccbhFC3XsFd7v_KpjOrAfPmnHGG4GDS6NrVDl5VGJlQP3Kuv2mWnIovMc60iciS31mWnKdwg5Pko3QYT2J6rEqr5H49xxtLo6s9gmCjjX_arB6X1NocG3/s900/small%20%200127.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMxBNFaWyO-KSaLqJIS1n93taH2mXGy0GCGHKrDg2rq_2TzHPZg8oQpKzStZTupOQt1vccbhFC3XsFd7v_KpjOrAfPmnHGG4GDS6NrVDl5VGJlQP3Kuv2mWnIovMc60iciS31mWnKdwg5Pko3QYT2J6rEqr5H49xxtLo6s9gmCjjX_arB6X1NocG3/s320/small%20%200127.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVshDpO2fdAkT8UQLALprs308O8f2Yp7v2EG9kba7k5vEKJ0a8ZdDXeIQX-nE2oL30dFR7i4i80th3y7pSo5M7MdfgPH0tC7k42Js1km-NqAHlLrYEFFUM9tpJgbHxQ4XGf_86mLZcX4ZNaR6KkEhv4VBlXLWt0iPs5K7eglYacKaW4dLkki3oYGp/s780/small%200124%20%20Point%20of%20Graves%20Tombstones.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="780" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVshDpO2fdAkT8UQLALprs308O8f2Yp7v2EG9kba7k5vEKJ0a8ZdDXeIQX-nE2oL30dFR7i4i80th3y7pSo5M7MdfgPH0tC7k42Js1km-NqAHlLrYEFFUM9tpJgbHxQ4XGf_86mLZcX4ZNaR6KkEhv4VBlXLWt0iPs5K7eglYacKaW4dLkki3oYGp/s320/small%200124%20%20Point%20of%20Graves%20Tombstones.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><br />As we started back to our car, we stopped to look at Memorial Bridge, which is dedicated to World War I soldiers and spans the Piscatauqua River, connecting Portsmouth with Kittery, Maine. Its center section was raised to allow a freighter to pass beneath<br /><br />01<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCPkoulPozz4d-PqBer6t9MYibE80k9zqHwG17h8sHWPCtPyc92ksDZAvfSZqlZKvN499oVcJAsJUWRYnAuz_TRXSBIg7hAVm_Voj417HH4LE50uuE0pyXEoZ4GECPcFditmnS-VY145iR9svMgkqjqBIW84b_9OhAxUTNJBwTOgrF2dYvWAiNLbB/s854/small%200130%20Memorial%20%20%20bridge.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="698" data-original-width="854" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCPkoulPozz4d-PqBer6t9MYibE80k9zqHwG17h8sHWPCtPyc92ksDZAvfSZqlZKvN499oVcJAsJUWRYnAuz_TRXSBIg7hAVm_Voj417HH4LE50uuE0pyXEoZ4GECPcFditmnS-VY145iR9svMgkqjqBIW84b_9OhAxUTNJBwTOgrF2dYvWAiNLbB/s320/small%200130%20Memorial%20%20%20bridge.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dedication of Memorial Bridge, Portsmouth<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91riGa5qY1Ak0wTKW5NBhpJy9Ew4TxIgUZj3lUmfYAokjcu_zSn3lcTJwzLi_M1XWs8IzeTJpUhLbTSwQY3Y4IfezLWebpnOEmbTbgso1WliMtKurtUFhP9IYx8VqZ2bz6GRw7UtAf7kgKceGcOSTNVJI9opU4G811XrsOIzt0JuoTE8ytNgRL1fh/s472/small%200129%20%20Raised%20State%20St%20bridge.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="472" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91riGa5qY1Ak0wTKW5NBhpJy9Ew4TxIgUZj3lUmfYAokjcu_zSn3lcTJwzLi_M1XWs8IzeTJpUhLbTSwQY3Y4IfezLWebpnOEmbTbgso1WliMtKurtUFhP9IYx8VqZ2bz6GRw7UtAf7kgKceGcOSTNVJI9opU4G811XrsOIzt0JuoTE8ytNgRL1fh/s320/small%200129%20%20Raised%20State%20St%20bridge.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Memorial Bridge Vertical Lift in action<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div>We stopped to cool ourselves a little bit with ice cream from the family-operated <a href="https://www.redrovercreamery.com/" target="_blank">Red Rover Creamery</a>. The ice cream was pleasantly unsweet–indeed the Santa Rosa Plum flavor was a tad tart — but the vanilla ice cream appeared to have no vanilla – it was just plain ice cream.<br /><br />Walking toward our car, we passed North Church on Market Square<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Pt9PzWWcb3_JXTyvH9Lv0SBll_AB2jBs5ubHFj2kPASfOzgFdTwrj-8KcRUe7GIFqSTxi6Dx5stS5hJuDCv2J1WiGvlTjGqy871stU0bQvU-LDMvPBFYs2rgq2UjsILMYX7NrJ1pkqSJf4Ay9Cb6d6O91OeVzViGhH9FGNFETkRjD6u4WZ9mz31_/s600/small%200133.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Pt9PzWWcb3_JXTyvH9Lv0SBll_AB2jBs5ubHFj2kPASfOzgFdTwrj-8KcRUe7GIFqSTxi6Dx5stS5hJuDCv2J1WiGvlTjGqy871stU0bQvU-LDMvPBFYs2rgq2UjsILMYX7NrJ1pkqSJf4Ay9Cb6d6O91OeVzViGhH9FGNFETkRjD6u4WZ9mz31_/s320/small%200133.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />I had hoped to have dinner at the Smuttlab restaurant in Dover NH, for another shot at a variety of Smuttynose ales (I had brought along an empty growler!), but Nancy was not hungry yet, so we headed for home<br /><br />On our way back to Marlborough, we drove along the coastline, pausing at a rocky beach along the Atlantic<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FL_GYkRzwifZB9FjxrBnDlyk6OEvdyQCQHoA57ZONZK25vU4ec4a0odyf9tAQxkrzQknClrhWDKrhnGBJinHJKmJ4IS40gzfdJ6cU1ycUH7MbkZsYGrWRgmafh7bi6ZIfCW9kg0SuEhfhlu5y_c19PqxcT3mU9wdrCwlmF8WPVJfE6X98J2j9dY9/s600/small%200135%20Beach%20south%20of%20Portsmouth.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FL_GYkRzwifZB9FjxrBnDlyk6OEvdyQCQHoA57ZONZK25vU4ec4a0odyf9tAQxkrzQknClrhWDKrhnGBJinHJKmJ4IS40gzfdJ6cU1ycUH7MbkZsYGrWRgmafh7bi6ZIfCW9kg0SuEhfhlu5y_c19PqxcT3mU9wdrCwlmF8WPVJfE6X98J2j9dY9/s320/small%200135%20Beach%20south%20of%20Portsmouth.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br />and then driving past beach side communities with houses ranging from simple bungalows to the most grandiose structures.<br /><br />Driving home led us to a new dining discovery – <a href="https://www.pearl-peterborough.com/" target="_blank">Pearl</a>, an unassuming-looking Asian Fusion place at the end of a strip mall just south of 101 in Peterborough. It may well be the best restaurant meal we have had in the area recently, at least a rival for Luca’s on the Keene Town Square. <br /><br />We sat in their small outside dining area-- we would have been uncomfortable indoors which was packed and noisy. The restaurant has a nice beer and wine list, reasonably priced. We began with the arugula and blueberry salad, which came with a light blueberry dressing and plenty of small toasted cashews. For main dishes, I had the cashew-chili crusted salmon salad -- the salmon was perfectly cooked, and the salad with crispy veggies (including more arugula), I liked the small sugar snap peas. Nancy had the special, six sesame-crusted scallops with a tasty dressing sharp with wasabi, string potatoes and a delicious red-cabbage slaw.<br /><br />It was a nice end to a good touring day<p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com05Q3R7MRX+CF-28.7089627 136.6987018-57.019196536178846 101.54245180000001 -0.39872886382115524 171.8549518tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-6880888527928859802022-06-24T08:47:00.004-07:002022-06-24T08:47:47.303-07:00A Short Visit to CharlestonPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-58460740153984790502022-06-24T08:47:00.001-07:002022-06-24T08:47:23.459-07:00Touring Georgia's Golden IslesPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-77504058716287402092022-06-20T09:07:00.005-07:002022-06-20T09:07:41.464-07:00Caixa Cosmo and Camp NouPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-53874761081063802912022-06-20T09:07:00.001-07:002022-06-20T09:07:04.180-07:00Walking on Montjuic and Poble EspanyolPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-2697632426134031602022-06-20T09:06:00.004-07:002022-06-20T09:06:27.734-07:00A Day Trip to Monserrat from BarcelonaPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-5048092872843349762022-06-20T09:05:00.005-07:002022-06-20T09:05:46.189-07:00Casa Battlo and Barcelona's AquariumPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-39385102072562096502022-06-20T09:05:00.001-07:002022-06-20T09:05:03.257-07:00Barcelona's Sagrada Familia and Further Along the Ruta del ModernismePaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-75085058902059742992022-06-20T08:49:00.001-07:002022-06-20T08:49:10.465-07:00Barcelona's Museu Picasso and Parc della CiutadellaPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-24051724631941512892022-06-20T08:48:00.001-07:002022-06-20T08:48:03.602-07:00Beginning Barcelona's Ruta del Modernisme and Parc GuellPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-30140234287269762242022-06-20T08:47:00.001-07:002022-06-20T08:47:04.896-07:00Visiting Barcelona's La Rambla and the Maritime Museum Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-57167678483185625302022-06-20T08:46:00.001-07:002022-06-20T08:46:09.433-07:00Visiting Fondacio Miro on St Jordi's DayPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-17811616033945011812022-06-20T08:45:00.002-07:002022-06-20T08:45:25.890-07:00Touring the Barri Gotic in Barcelona<p> Nancy and I visited Barcelona sixteen years ago, after the Transatlantic Consumer Dialogue held a conference in Paris to discuss relationships between creators and consumers and trying to reimagine intellectual property law to better serve both sides. We had a wonderful week into which we packed two weeks worth of touring. We have returned this week as a place to meet up with our son, daughter-in-law and three grandchildren, who are coming from Zanzibar. We will be seeing Barcelona at a more sedate pace, suitable to small children.</p><p>We rented an apartment big enough for the seven of us in the Barri Gotic. <br /></p>Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-12926326236911301922021-12-14T21:09:00.002-08:002021-12-14T21:09:13.464-08:00Our last day in VancouverPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-43139298480373743422021-12-14T21:08:00.002-08:002021-12-14T21:08:53.499-08:00The UBC Museum of AnthropologyPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-90151692734758623682021-12-14T21:07:00.004-08:002021-12-14T21:07:37.698-08:00Strolling around Downtown Vancouver, BCPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-17906925880395281912021-12-14T21:06:00.007-08:002021-12-14T21:06:55.490-08:00Down and Up to Lake Ann Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-25416111226576093882021-12-14T21:06:00.002-08:002021-12-14T21:06:23.235-08:00Chain Lakes and Hannegan PassPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-6003594398741456272021-12-14T21:05:00.004-08:002021-12-14T21:05:33.747-08:00We begin near Mts Shuksan and Baker: Artists Ridge and Picture LakePaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-33505616977775884322021-12-14T21:04:00.001-08:002021-12-14T21:04:18.926-08:00Hiking along the East Side of Baker LakePaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-21520215688118754472021-12-14T21:03:00.003-08:002021-12-14T21:03:36.529-08:00Caught in the Rain: A Hike to Watson LakePaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-64080015573055921432021-12-14T21:02:00.002-08:002021-12-14T21:02:33.845-08:00Pyramid LakePaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613590684723179924.post-50906223016428985792021-12-14T21:00:00.005-08:002021-12-14T21:00:49.968-08:00Our hike to Baker RiverPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915818952784027957noreply@blogger.com0