Carolyn Schott
The French have a reputation for being rude. Especially the Parisians. Especially to tourists. Especially to American tourists. But when…
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I didn’t know which should concern me more—that I’d just gotten into a car with a strange man I’d found…
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My flirtation with duct tape as an indispensible travel accessory started in Ireland. I was at the beginning of a…
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Castles, cathedrals, Oktoberfest, cruising the Rhine River—these are the things most people go to Germany to experience. But my itinerary was…
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The café looked like how I’ve always imagined an opium den (not that I’ve spent a lot of time thinking…
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All paths or conversations in Istanbul seem to lead to Turkish carpets. Walking through the Sultanahmet area is an obstacle…
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My Schott ancestors left the town of Osthofen, Germany, about 1809, heading east toward a better life in Russia. I don’t…
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My touristing in Chisinau yesterday took me to a cemetery. That isn’t all that unusual since my interest in genealogy…
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I made a trip back in time to Soviet Russia yesterday. And I did it without leaving the country of…
Read MoreI think I was part of something important yesterday, but I’m really not sure. April 7, 2010 was the one-year…
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