I love Leeds. I'm sure I've mentioned this before, and I apologize for repeating myself. It has this rusty English charm to it, both old and new at the same time. A river runs through it ... okay, a canal, and I am fascinated by this little water taxi that winds around, taking people to... Continue Reading →
There's nothing like an old, weathered sign. The Admiral Hotel is located in a ... let's say "less desirable" part of San Francisco, one I walk through occasionally to get to a bookstore over on Van Ness Avenue. It's kind of a shortcut from where I normally stay. I'm pretty sure that this sign could... Continue Reading →
They call it Tuna Harbor, because that's what it was years ago, the site of a thriving tuna boat fishing industry here in San Diego. Now? Not so much, although tuna boats still dock here and drop off their catch (there's some kind of processing building there, I believe). Here it is on a cool... Continue Reading →
Give me a bookstore to explore and I am the happiest man in the world. Well, that's probably not true; those that know me know that I'm not the happiest of anything at any given time, but I digress ... or wallow. You pick. This is Daunt Books on Marylebone in London. London is such... Continue Reading →
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