Le Duc at his bay at the Emerald Meadow |
At Half Moon Bay, me, Jeremy, Penelope, Rebecca, and Vicki |
...recounts the retirement travels of Mark and Vicki Sherouse since 2008...in Asia and the Pacific, New Zealand, Europe, South America, and Africa, as well as the US and Canada. Our website, with much practical information, is: sites.google.com/site/theroadgoeseveron/.Contact us at mark.sherouse@gmail.com or vsherouse@gmail.com.
Le Duc at his bay at the Emerald Meadow |
At Half Moon Bay, me, Jeremy, Penelope, Rebecca, and Vicki |
Something you don't see every day; nor had we ever seen even after some years of driving all over Europe: a San Marino license plate |
Their current tourist slogan, which I don't get: the place is not so large that they would be looking for settlers |
View from the cable car, looking back toward Rimini and the Adriatic; a hilly mountainous countryside |
Among the founders: a Borghese, wouldn't you know |
Helpful map; the chug up-hill to the RV parking was the steepest Le Duc has so far encountered, including Alps, Pyrenees, Apennines, etc. |
Not above tree-line, however |
The place is replete with public sculpture and historical markers |
Um, isn't it supposed to be "In and Out"? |
Unchanging guard |
Today's wedding |
Government building; the architect was Rene' Sance |
The usual cute alleys |
Perhaps Rand Paul could move here? |
Wall and tower; never breached; why would anyone attack? |
Street scene |
So the place has both a Madame Tussaud's and a Museum of Torture...what more could you ask? |
Plus tons of Old World ambiance |
And a church that will be just right should the Greco/Roman gods and goddesses make a come-back |
But mostly, San Marino seemed to be about shoppes and shoppes of replica firearms; one sees these occasionally in tourist towns in Europe; but San Marino had many |
And fragrance shoppes; all totally authentic, of course |
And shoppes of figurines, miniatures |
And, of course, a Christmas shoppe; although not, I note, a Kathe Wohlfart |
And replica firearms; if San Marino is ever attacked by a replica army, it will be strongly defended |
Downtown |
An interesting road we were following, with turn-offs to Austria and to Italy and back to Slovenia |
On this side of the pass, more beautiful limestone gorges |
Stopped at one of the gorges for lunch, a bus of trekking ladies from Austria arrived and debarked |
At a parish church renown for its anti-Fascist art; may come in handy again soon |
Hitler pulling up the Cross; not pictured: Mussolini as Pontius Pilate |
Church spare parts |
One of the best cared-for cemeteries we've seen; every candle burning |
Remains of the military cemetery |
Hard to imagine war in such beautiful terrain |
Limestone pie-slice; from road contruction, presumably |
The day's surprise: a crash landing which we missed by a couple minutes |
Can't imagine flying a glider in these mountains, this weather |
Evidently he couldn't get over the power lines and so fell short of the intended landing field |
Thus |
By the time we got there, the pilot was talking to the police and to his faithful ground crew; I saw no damage to the craft, which was impressive; I'll take powered flight anytime, thank you |
En route to Italy, Boko Falls, a last view of the great Balkan waterfalls |
And a last view of the Julians; on to Italy! |