Tag: museums

Yesterday’s Main Street and the DuSable Museum…

Of fashions, and fairy castles, and a thought provoking installation at the DuSable Museum…

Chicago fashions and bronze peacocks…

Today’s walkabout leads me to a trader’s coat at the History Museum, and the famous Peacock Doors at the Palmer House.

Postcards from Chicago…

My full journal for this trip from 2018 is at Daveno Travels. Here some additional highlights. I fear I’m becoming notorious for taking more notes and photos than a single blog can hold…

Art & artifact in San Francisco…

A weekend jaunt to San Francisco brought me face to face with a Frank Lloyd Wright gem, and Asian arts.

Andalucia 2012 – Toledo…

Having become enamored of Islamic arts and architecture, my next travels take me to Andalucia, in search of the remnants of medieval Spain when it was under Moorish rule .

Return to Turkey…

“See what is outside of Istanbul for a couple of days. Cappadocia perhaps. Or Ephesus.” He offers to find a tour that I can afford and make those arrangements. I chose instead, the ancient Ottoman capitol of Bursa.

Crossroads Tour – A final bazaar, a last museum, a last day…

I find the Ibrahim Pasa Palace, a building that dates back to the Ottoman period which houses the Islamic Art and Ethnology Museum. It’s a treasure trove that would make my friends Sunjan and Khalja want to move here.

Crossroads Tour – The Horn, astrolabes, and a holy place…

I hurry on to the Islamic Science Museum, eager to see how it compares to the Galileo Museum in Florence. There are world globes in the entryway, but unlike the ones in Florence, these are not enclosed in glass. The first room is filled with astrolabes!

Crossroads Tour – Final day in Firenze…

I wake up at 6:30 AM, but roll back and try to go back to sleep. Forty-five minutes later, a neighbor starts playing Spanish guitar in the lobby just outside my door. There are worse ways to wake up on a Sunday morning…

Crossroads Tour – Second day in Genoa…

I could not have asked for a better day. The Lanterna, said to be the oldest working lighthouse in the world, opens at 8 AM. I head out so I can arrive before the crowds…

Three days in Florence…

I sit on the broad expanse of steps outside the train station, enjoying the sunset as the sky variegates from grey at the horizon, to rose, to robin-egg blue. Church bells filling the chilling air, and I go inside to board my train…