Le Clos Saint Hillaire
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... of Caterina Sforza de Medici, the reason I was in Forli at all. But they particularly wanted us to see this work by Canova, it has its own room and is the hallmark piece of the museum. And they went nuts when we finally communicated to them that we have a copy of Canova in our home, from the 1880s. It came to me through my father's brother's, (a WWII submarine hunter pilot in Europe), wife, who is Dutch. Her father had a significant antique shop ...
... and dear fraternity brother:
“Thanks for the info. My mom is a genealogist, and I’m a direct descendant of William Wallace apparently. Also Old King Cole and Robert the Bruce for what that is worth. And a direct descendant from thousands of others over the past 800 years also if one does the math.
Keep it up. Am enjoying.
I absolutely believe that Dickie F. is a direct descendant of William Wallace, the ...
... we went to
what we thought would be the charming seaside village of Banyuls. Banyuls
may have been charming once but nowadays the little fisherman’s seaside
cottages have been replaced by some concrete monstrosities. We had a
quick look around but decided to catch the first bus available out of town to
our next destination of Paulilles which was the site of a dynamite factory
founded by Alfred Nobel. Paulilles was more interesting ...
... told us she would get Sarah. Sarah arrived who spoke excellent English as she was American and turned out to be the head winemaker. She took us on a tour of the winery, showing us the red and white grapes and the processing areas with the press and big vats. She said they had just begun the harvest season that day and she was waiting until 4pm when she could begin her first press of the white grapes. We were taken through to look at the rooms where they keep all the barrels ...
... journey even if it was very typical of every other medieval town,
including San Marino and Mont San Michel. It made a pleasant end to
the day and the end of the holiday. We dined outside yet again, in a
small square jammed full of dining tables from at least four
restaurants. We finally wandered back to the hotel, well after
darkness had fallen, admiring the flood-lit ancient city walls.