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Living in Manchester was like living on the moon ... wherever that might be
WindClan territory
Some canaries love their cages, they even call them home.
is where I am destined to live.
NEW MILFORD, CONNECTICUT
Manchester, one of the greatest, if not really the greatest mere village in England.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Cancun is the only place I've ever visited outside America.
house at Otowi Bridge.
Canasta is a new game that bids fair to rival Bridge as a popular partnership game for four players. It's fast, exciting and dramatic; a single play, according to experts, can make a difference of 5,000 points.
What part of Canada are you from, honey?"
"THE LEFT PART," said Jay.
The City that knows how.
I don't even know what street Canada is on.
Moose Factory (I wonder if they make moose there?)
In a village of La Mancha,
India Lima Yankee
neighborhood, the place I left each
CALUMNUS, n. A graduate of the School for Scandal.
The country life near Manchester I really love.
Bray is where I live; it's a seaside resort. It's a nice place to walk up there and stuff, on the coast. There's crosses along on top of it.
THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On
Ginsberg, Clifton, Sedgwick - are
That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.
The countryside they
The town of GUILDFORD, which (taken with its environs) I, who have seen so many, many towns, think the prettiest, and, taken all together, the most agreeable and most happy-looking, that I ever saw in my life.
It's summer and time for wandering...
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
Skyscraper National Park
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
London, dirty little pool of life
And soon I'll return to the white rose of Yorkshire, where the sky bathes my soul with a watering can.
Passage Vero-Dodat - I started my company on this passage. It feels as much home as it can!
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
My life started on the banks of the Boyne in County Meath. Navan is the name of the town; only me, Mom, Dad.
Canzeroni is the only defensive catcher that can't catch.
Barb's house, when I finally
It's a town you come to for a short time.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
This city has two great teams - Liverpool and Liverpool reserves.
A country of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, green suburbs, dog lovers, and old maids cycling to holy communion through the morning mist.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
town. In the back of his
12 Arnold Grove, Merseyside.
exhibition. Lake Eden.
the cottage lights
Of Bloemendaal was said to be one of the most beautiful in Holland. I had never seen it, only the trees at
I enjoy travelling the world, but nowhere beats Walsall.
Avicenna California ... Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
And always Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, over and over the same photo in glaring greens and reds, of a tram, huffy, blunderous, manoeuvring itself with pole akimbo round the tight corner where Bourke Street enters Spring.
What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is!
Venice astonishes more than it pleases at first sight ...
We go to several farms and look at foraging, and throw backyard parties with friends. We want to let people know they can enjoy a sense of Tuscany anywhere.
Glasgow has truly become my home away from home.
Whenever I'm in Glasgow I go and stand outside the front of the house I grew up in, which is in Mount Vernon.
Messina between the volcanoes, Etna and Stromboli, having known the death-agony's terror. I always dread coming near the awful place, yet I have found the people kind, almost feverishly so, as if they knew the awful need for kindness.
Arden Shore Camp in Lake Bluff, Illinois, a camp for poor children and those at risk for delinquency.
This was thieves' cant. Mosca was a lover of words, and she had a sneaking liking for the grimy panache of cant, and those who wore it like a ragged red cloak.
Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.
paradise for people who look as if they have just stepped out of a Barbour catalogue.
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?
Honey, there is no one right way to eat cannelloni.
Few areas which are not publicly owned can boast as many footpaths as the Cuckmere Valley. For a short walk, a footbridge across the river leads back to the little hamlet of Milton Street, where another classic local pub, the Sussex Ox, provides an admirable lunch.
Levante have gone fourth in Serie A. If anyone can tell me what part of Italy Levante is in, please call. I've no idea
Fenwick, sitting down to
Our Government is pleased to partner with the Kelowna Visual and Performing Arts Centre Society, located in the heart of British Columbia's vibrant Central Okanagan region. Support for the performing arts is essential for the professional growth and development of our Canadian artists.
I remember seeing war hero Jimmy Doolittle fly a Gee Bee racer there. He was my childhood hero. Many years later, I was lucky enough to go hunting with him.
Manchester has a certain reputation of being cool.
Listen, we got two stiffs and a river of red in a villa in Herne Bay ...
Little Caesar's Pizza,
Dukhoborcheskaya
Surely no one can be sure he has visited Cienega; people say to themselves, do they not: 'Was it a vision; or have I, some time or other, seen dusk in a valley like this?'
Your Cans must always be bigger than your can NOTS!
Spread this over Vanni's
A town loved with bitter love.
Where shall we honeymoon? Will you take me to Italy, to see the Botticellis?"
"I will take you anywhere you wish. Anywhere under the sky.
Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?
human beings, cans of living preserves
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
It is one of the most hauntingly beautiful places in the world, the history is fascinating, the men are handsome and the whisky is delicious. But don't eat the macaroni pies.
Aberdeen, a city in the northern reaches of HSBC-London. Their
Bellona used to be a pretty good town.
It could be Paris. It could be Rio de Janeiro. It could be anywhere but home: someplace, anyplace, disorienting enough to make him notice what he wouldn't otherwise see. (The medicinal benefits of disorientation can never be overestimated.)
Yes, it is the Big Easy, home of the shortest hangover on the planet, where libation can greet you on Monday morning with the same smile as it did on Saturday night.
I live in a van, down by the river!
The sparkling wines from Ridgeview Estate [ ... ] are superb and will forever put to rest the notion that England is not capable of making good wine.
HOBOKEN, NEW JERSEY, 1985 "We lived at 202 Elizabeth Street." My grandmother looked away from the video camera to my head.
We'll make a Canuck out of you yet, Aussie.
Amsterdam was a great surprise to me. I had always thought of Venice as the city of canals; it had never entered my mind that I should find similar conditions in a Dutch town.
Toronto Sydney New Delhi
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
Cans. We don't have to think anymore. Everything is premeditated, pre-chewed, pre-felt. Cans. All you have to do is open them. Delivered to your home three times a day. Nothing any more to cultivate yourself, or let grow and boil on the fire of questions, of doubt, and of desire. Cans.
Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints ...
RODERIGO What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
on the outskirts of Johnson
Manchester is the belly and guts of the nation
St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
Have you ever, on a cloudless night, looked down from a passing aircraft flying over Canada? Endless, glowing strings of cities, towns, and homesteads. Stretching on and on, one province to the next. With only the stars in the distance.