And a hot list from two weeks on the rails:

I also made an entirely personal hot list featuring a portion of the happy surprises found in the London-Amsterdam and Madrid-Paris runs. The link is here.

And I should post pics here….Maybe later.

Two Rail Europe Trips: One Article and a Sidebar (finally)

Two Rail Europe Trips: One Article and a Sidebar (finally)

 

Like many Americans, I fell for rail travel thanks to a Eurail pass right after college.

A bottle of wine, a notebook and a broad window were the formula for really seeing the Continent, and I swore I’d return to the trains again. . . . 

every year the cherry blossoms

Every winter they seem to be the greyest, the dullest of all the trees and I wonder if they’re going to make it to the spring. If they are going to do what they do again. They are the Sikura, or the Japanese flowering cherry blossoms, though they don’t actually yield cherries. Eight of them are growing on the north end of Peter Cooper Village where I live, and they bloomed again this year, and we all gathered round with our smart phones, and a tour bus came through and mothers raised their infants for the shot and a couple of days later it was all over.

John Crawford now in Chelsea

The Journey? It’s all about poetry in April, cruelest:

Every April the real travel is along the line. The poetic line.

 

Except when it’s prose poetry.

 

So to mark it, I’m blogging again at Ab Chaos Poesis, a Latin phrase I loosely translate as Made Things Arising from the Chasm. 

 

We’ll see. 

 

Please check it out, though, and follow my links there to the other indentured servants of National Poetry Writing Month.