The Croix-Rousse hill climbs sharply above the Saône, its streets still marked by the tall windows and high ceilings built for the silk looms. Most visitors head straight for Vieux Lyon or the Presqu’île, but the real character of Lyon lingers in this northern quarter. The morning I arrived, the Boulevard de la Croix-Rousse was … Read more
Skip the Champagne house gates for your first look at Châlons-en-Champagne. Walk the long green of the Grand Jard until the path hits water, then step onto the footbridge that links the Grand Jard to the Jard Anglais. Behind you: plane trees and a bandstand. Ahead, the canal cuts a clean line and the towers … Read more
I stopped first at the Porte Chaussée, not at a memorial parking lot. Two round stone towers sit in ordinary traffic, straddling the old road that once crossed the Meuse into the walled town. Cars slide under the arch. A cyclist rings through. The river moves slow and greenish under the bridge, and for a … Read more
Duck sits on a narrow ribbon of land where the Currituck Sound meets the Atlantic, and the first thing you notice is how little it asks of you. No neon, no towering hotels blocking the horizon, just low roofs, sea grass, and the steady sound of wind through the dunes. It’s the kind of place … Read more
Westfield, Indiana: Trails, Tables, and Small-Town Quiet North of Indy I pulled off the highway north of Indianapolis on a warm evening when the light was just starting to soften over the fields. Westfield felt like the kind of place you discover by accident—close enough to the city for convenience, far enough that the … Read more