Was this the magic flower her grandmother used to talk about at bedtimes? Would it make her not be sick anymore? If only her grandmother hadn't gone to heaven. . . The Convalescent, 1888, by Helene Schjerfbeck.
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Lisbon to Porto by train
I purchased tickets a couple of months earlier in hand (and on our phones) ready and waiting. Since we will only be taking two trains this t...
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[20 April, Easter Sunday] OK, so our morning wasn't actually spent in Annecy per se. Still the bus said Annecy City Tour. . . We had ou... -
[22-23 April] We were packed and ready to go by 9:00am. After last-minute tidying up we left the apartment keys on the table, hauled our ba...
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