He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts. ~William Shakespeare, Henry V

Thursday, October 05, 2006



Here is the big white bridge that went over the stream flowing through the hotel. If you wanted to get anywhere past the front desk, you had to go across it. We walked over that bridge many times.

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