There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about visiting a tourist town during the off-season. Roaming the empty streets, it feels as if the place is yours for the taking. Today, my grandma and I wandered around the village of Lake George for a few hours and it was wonderful.
Allons-y: French for ‘let’s go.’
I had just finished perusing the Union Square holiday market where I, of course, spotted a dog shop and bought Rudolph a wool sweater. As I was heading to my train I saw a few folks huddled around this poet. I couldn’t help myself. Sure, I had a train to catch at Grand Central but that could wait.
Hey, y’all! A few months back, I wrote a quick post here about a book I really enjoyed reading.
Cool update – I got to write a review of The Unfortunate Importance of Beauty for Mic Book Club!
Read my review HERE!
Happiness is putting my journalism degree to use 😉
Spread kindness and cheer, xo
As I find myself reminiscing on this Wednesday I thought I’d share something pretty neat with y’all. Here are some photos from Canada’s very own Train Wreck Trail which runs along the Cheakamus River and an active train track. The wreckage includes 7 scattered train cars which now serve as platforms for impressive bike jumps and, of course, graffiti art.