Have you ever thought about what goes into the preservation of the historic author museums we all love to visit? Let me tell you, so much more goes on behind the scenes than you’ll ever realize during your visit.
Jane Austen never really liked Bath, and didn’t do much writing while living there. Despite her disdain, Bath has become one of the more popular destinations for Austen fans. Not only did Austen live in Bath for a time, but she also set scenes in the city in several of her novels. Despite recognizing the absurdity of memorializing the author in a place she was happy to leave, I spent some time visiting several locations in Bath related to Austen and her brilliant heroines, starting with the Jane Austen Centre.
The Anne Frank House Museum is not a place I ever imagined I’d visit unless I happened to find myself in Amsterdam. Well, here I am in Amsterdam and last night’s events made visiting this museum seem more imperative and more daunting at the same time.
The last two houses-turned-museums related to Lucy Maud Montgomery that we visited bookend Montgomery’s Prince Edward Island life in a way. The first is the house she was born in. The second, the home of her Aunt and Uncle, where she spent time during her childhood, and eventually held her wedding. After her marriage she
The Haunted Wood trail from Green Gables Heritage Place (Read previous post about Green Gables here) connects the two L. M. Montgomery Heritage Sites, ending at the Site of Lucy Maud Montgomery’s Cavendish Home. For those unfamiliar with the book, Anne so names the trail out her window after an unfortunate instance of her imagination
In search of “Kindred Spirits” and to experience first-hand the beauty of Prince Edward Island, Canada, as described by Lucy Maud Montgomery in her world famous, Anne of Green Gables series, I flew to P. E. I. to discover what it was about this place that the author found so compelling.
This week I received my first blog-related email! It arrived in broken-English (always a red flag), from Oceanwide Expeditions, a company that had found my blog and was offering me a chance to win a 30-day trip to Antarctica! All I had to do was simply find 20 people to vote for me to be
The bells of St. Paul’s Cathedral were pealing beautifully as we crossed the Millennium Bridge, walking in the direction of the Globe Theater. Did theater goers in Shakespeare’s time hear the same bells on their way to the theater? Miraculously for us we arrived, with five minutes to spare, for the last tour of the day.