Some cities, like New York, supposedly never sleep. Others, like Paris, seem to wake early, getting ready for another day. Amsterdam, at least on a Saturday morning, appears to be a city that likes to sleep in.
Rain began to fall soon after my husband, Peter, and I sat down at a cafe overlooking the Amstel River in Amsterdam. But we were cozy and dry, and the rhythm of the drops only served to double the ambience as we sipped wine and chatted about past travel adventures.
In the German state of Hesse, Bergpark Wilhelmshöhe sits on a mountainside on the western outskirts of the city of Kassel. It’s been constantly re-imagined, revitalized and expanded over its four centuries, and that’s apparent when visiting.
Only on rare occasion, people have innocently entered the former National Guard Armory and Arsenal not knowing its current incarnation. Just a month ago a group was gobsmacked to learn that filming of fetish porn takes place within its walls.
When you visit the Skirball Cultural Center, nestled into a wooded hillside close off the 405 Freeway in Los Angeles, for the newly opened exhibition dedicated to legendary rock promoter Bill Graham, be sure to make a right turn just past the entrance and wander down the hallway to the modest Ruby Gallery.