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I took a deep breath and my lungs filled with a clean ancient air. It was cool, much cooler than the air outdoors, having never touched the sun, and had been sanded smooth from brushing up next to course sandstone for 500 centuries. There's something unique about the air inside…

Ahead of us lay a dark, dense forest abruptly impeding the endless sea of treeless farmlands. They had extended unbroken for dozens of miles to the east. Hovering above the mass of uniform trees hung deep-blue storm clouds swollen with moisture. Their menacing fingers reached for the earth. Crossing the…

Out the front door of the apartment, north across the pedestrian street and an access road barely large enough for a car to turn around, stood a peculiar gated passage. Crossing through the swinging chrome gate was like stepping into a portal. It zigged and zagged through buildings with staircases…

The steep peak that Château du Haut-Kœnigsbourg calls home is hardly a precarious, craggy point. But with a castle so large it still overflows the available space in which to build. Devoid of space for parking the cars pulled over on either side of the final stretch of road and…

The classic convertible roadster weaved left and right on the ribbon road in front of me. The movements were mesmerizing and I couldn’t divert my gaze from it. Vineyards, whose plants grew up to the road’s edge, blurred in my periphery with the car’s movement. Row by row they pulsed…

I have a mixed relationship with food. I’m certainly not a foodie but I’m quite interested in learning about different foods. In some ways it places me in a no-man’s-land as I’m not interested enough to make it a focus when traveling, let alone a priority, yet I want to…

From out of nowhere the beer appeared on the table in front of me. Only the blur of a retracting hand flashed by my left shoulder. The pale, bubbling liquid was topped by a high white foam and filled a larger than expected pilsner glass. A few beads of sweat…

The furrow in my brow did nothing to resolve my perplexion, and I used it more as an desperate action than an expression of emotion. The stronger the scowl the sooner the problem would be resolved. We had been driving aimlessly around a modern and neglected neighborhood, and I was…

The high grass made a crunching sound as my feet increased their speed to a runner’s pace. I had left the car idling in the center of the narrow country. I was slightly concerned about sliding down the grassy slope and tumbling into the thicket of dense brush that acted…

The sounds of loud, fastly-spoken French swarmed through the air. Calloused, sunkissed hands blurred with automatic precision movements. They sliced, folded, twisted and bunched in great flourishes, their owner’s eyes rarely overseeing what they do. Crowds gathered at temporary tables under popup tents and patrons filled the canvas bags and…