Following Sisi to Bad Ischl

We boarded our private coach Saturday morning for the one-hour trip to the charming spa town of Bad Ischl, which is where Emperor Franz Joseph I expanded his hunting lodge to become a comfortable retreat for Empress Elisabeth and their young family. He extended the wings to form an “E” shape in tribute to hisContinue reading “Following Sisi to Bad Ischl”

Ah, Salzburg!

I decided to kick off the tour in Salzburg, because it is a comfortable, walking-friendly city that moves at a slower pace than Vienna. It would give us all a chance to recover from the worst of the jet lag and see some things without feeling rushed.

We’ll be taking a breather this year and next…

I promise to share our wonderful week together as soon as I’ve uploaded photos and welcomed a new little one into the world. We did have a marvelous group (I truly believe we have the best tour group members!), and we thoroughly enjoyed our time exploring Cheshire, Yorkshire, Nottingham, Haworth, Warwick, and Bath.

Days Four & Five: “I am for Bath!”

We headed out of London Friday morning, and I honestly don’t know how Keith does it. The twists and turns and traffic getting out of London made my head swim, and I doubt I could ever drive it! Glad to have a capable chauffeur at the wheel.

Day Three: Morning in York, then Back to London

When I woke up early Thursday, glorious sunshine was already showing outside my window, so I got up and dressed quickly, determined to catch a song service at the Minster. How different the great cathedral looked against a bright blue sky!

Costumes in Snibston and Home!

Because my flight out of the UK was late at night, Cathy and I had a full day to kill on the way to Heathrow. She recommended we stop at the Snibston Discovery Museum, which is just off the motorway. I’d taken my tour group there in 2012, and we enjoyed not only the museum displays but behind-the-scenes study of the fabulous Symington corset collection. Cathy mentioned there was a new display in the costume section, so I readily agreed to the stop.

Christmastime in London and Derbyshire

As a very early Christmas surprise in 2014, my husband gave me a small gift bag in November and asked me to open it. When I unwrapped the tissue paper inside, I found what looked like a Mardi Gras mask and felt completely puzzled. “You’re sending me to New Orleans?” I asked, incredulously. He laughed and told me to guess again.

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