At the turn of the twentieth century, he had a bold dream of making Washington a museum of world history. Egyptian temples, Assyrian palaces, and the Taj Mahal would complete a landscape out of Rome and Greece. His scheme attracted educators and socialites, senators and major newspapers. Then it all came crashing down.
Senator Beall hurried back from the Senate dining room to the floor where the Democrats were filibustering. Beall, a Republican, tugged at Senator Hill’s sleeve. “Mr. President,” he thundered, “I rise to defend the fair name of the great Free State of Maryland against an insult.” The insult wasn’t the filibuster. The insult was lunch.
In Victorian America, flower-scented butters were all the rage with morning mocha and afternoon tea.
The story of a place stuck in North Carolina, accessible by land only from Virginia, the child of an imaginary line drawn 400 years ago and the community that grew up there.
Adams Morgan, a diverse neighborhood of bars and row houses in Northwest Washington, D.C., has always had a complicated history with alcohol, entertainment, and development. When a moratorium on new liquor licenses was due to sunset in 2013, the neighborhood was forced to reflect on its past and figure out its future.
Time may be linear or time may be cyclical, but, for many in Nova Scotia, time is divided into six-month increments.
Six lessons from Montreal on a first solo trip abroad.
Hazy memories of what you learn in New Orleans and what you take with you.
To Brigham Young, Utah was “the place.” But why? A surreal journey to an island in the Great Salt Lake and across the salt flats of western Utah to a casino town in the middle of nowhere brings answers but raises new questions.
“So far as I can tell, there are only two reasons you visit the pint-sized principality, one condescending but honest (the novelty), the other more surreptitious (tax evasion).” A whirlwind trip through Liechtenstein — a tiny Alpine kingdom with an outsized influence — in words and photos,
Flannel shirts and hipster chic unite them both, but there’s a continent between them. TL;DR: Maine > Oregon.
Traveling again through an unforgettably beautiful land of clouds, mesas, chiles, and quiet.
The lasting effects of a particularly rough ride in a high-speed catamaran across the Gulf of Maine.