as you know we always take the long way round whenever possible because life is just too short to miss anything along the way when one is on a road trip.
for instance – when we found ourselves on some interstate highway *sighsvaguely* not absolutely sure which one – we suddenly *gasped* at a sign for a place called “Lake Elsinore”.
because one adores Hamlet (Shakespeare, not the cigar brand)
so we scooted over several lanes of traffic, quite deftly, actually, and took the road we had not yet taken before.
Lake Elsinore (they added the Lake bit in the 1970s probably as part of a group Marketing exercise to draw attention to their – yes – Lake) is twinned with the original Danish town of (you guessed it) Elsinore which is considerably older than the one in America (as so much of Europe appears to be).
What is it famous for? apart from the Lake of which they are justifiably proud and where the Olympic Hopefuls trained in the 1920s – (can’t you just picture their dashing outfits? pre-Spandex of course, but ever so s l e e k no doubt)
let’s see: we saw a Lot of antique sort of bric-a-brac shops of the sort you really have to root around to find something and not mind the dust (of which there was, sadly, lots).
neither of which were much featured in the bric-a-brac shops (we did look) but what we did find was this marvel(l)ous pamphlet which was designed to help the Americans “decode” the British while Stationed on those fair Albion shores.
do read on.
isn’t it splendid (and we’d actually forgotten some of those curious Differences between the two nations)?
so that was that for Elsinore.
we continued on the journey to San Diego as who-we-are-in-RL had a Business Lunch to attend (we went to the spa of course).
but after the Business was completed, we took a drive into the sunset over the Bridge and down onto Coronado Island and the next day (for we stayed the night at a charming hostelry) we visited the Friends of Coronado Library!
and what did we find there?
a glorious stack of vintage Victoria magazines from the late 90s!
now Victoria (in the late 90s) was edited by the very fine Nancy Lindemeyer and was a deeply elegant glossy pleasure chest full of Quotes from English lady novelists, chandeliers and tiny-shops-in-Paris and the palest of organza dresses.
if you’ve spent any time here at all, you’ll know that we *swooned* at seeing such a stack.
we had some time to spend well (one never kills time over here darlings, it’s rude and wrong) before our next appointment and so we sat in the sunshine, on a park bench, actually, and tore out all the bits we wanted to keep, to read later, to send cards to certain female entrepreneurs and shop-keepers (yes, some in Paris) about the book as well as – you are already ahead of us on this one, we can feel you mouthing the words as we t y p e:
so nice to have treasures from the Road…………..
it was monday today.
not always an easy day.
how did you do?