Tall Tales from Kansas
My name is Carol. I live in Kansas. I write about stuff that happens to me as I walk through the world. Most of it is true.
Category: travel
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It’s been almost a month since Sister and I got back from France. Time is such a slippery thing isn’t it? Moving fast, moving slow, all of it swirling around with hardly any boundaries to keep it in anywhere close to orderly. Sometimes a month feels like a day. Sometimes years can seem like only…
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The art on the streets of Butte-aux-Cailles was my kind of a museum experience. Around each corner something kind of unusual, quirky, fun, completely fabulous, all for free. AND interspersed with all the art, were doors, windows, flower boxes, and the very nice lady who was wearing a knitted vest herself and stopped me to…
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The first time sister and I went to Paris in 2005, we mostly went to the open air markets and purchased food to cook in our little apartment at the very top of a building in the Marais. We looked over the rooftops and ate at a wonderful big wooden table in the kitchen. This…
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When people ask “what did you do in Paris?”, I tell them we wandered. Wandered around, soaked up the city, all if it with only a very general idea of a plan of where we were going and what we were going to do. The thing is… you never know what you are going to…
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One of the most enjoyable things about wandering the streets of Paris, Fontainebleau, Giverny, and Moret-sur-Loing were all the unexpected things you just stumble upon. I am a fan of window displays, window shopping, window art, and the backgrounds you capture in photos of windows. Thus follows my favorite window shots from our trip. In…
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After a morning dash out of the apartment to the local Boulangerie and coffee spot, I sit looking out the windows to the rooftops across the way. We are wandering the streets, going to parks, riding busses and taking the metro, walking all over, looking up and down and all around. Making masterpieces in our…
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This week, with only a wee bit of planning in advance, Chris and I hit the road, headed in a southwesterly direction towards Council Grove. Council Grove is a town of just over 2,000 folks in the heart of the flint hills. Lots of stuff happened here a while back. It was a meeting up…
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With some trepidation (that was carefully stuffed into my left shoe before leaving for the airport), I set out on a recent visit to sister. Short visits are always better for me, but that means more regular visits, and I hadn’t been there since June. Plus, Iris and Otto need to see me more often…
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As dad used to say when we were kids, and off on some adventure in the world… I have been “off galavanting” for a few weekends and have thus missed my usual trips to the farmers market. This is why you have received no photos of my purchases, which is really a shame at this…
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