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Debonair Deshaies

Butterfly shaped Guadeloupe in the Leeward Islands has close to half a million people and is the biggest EU territory in North America.  An “overseas region and department of France” they speak French and Antillean Creole and offer a fascinating … Continue reading

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Handsome Hilton Head

Though just 45 minutes from downtown Savannah, the drive passed romantic stretches of Spanish moss draped trees and marshy South Carolina Lowcountry brings you to a different world.  You probably know the island as a golf mecca with beautiful beaches, but despite … Continue reading

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Timeless Tybee

The easternmost point in Georgia, Tybee Island reminds me of the coastal hamlets of my New England youth.  Just up from the massive pier (unfortunately closed since sustaining damage during Hurricane Matthew last fall), the street is full of beach shops … Continue reading

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(Practically Antarctica) Punta Arenas

Though Biblioteca Seis Punta Arenas (#6) in Chile is not the southernmost public library in the world, it’s awfully close (I think Puerto Williams, just over one hundred miles south, probably gets that honor if one rules out McMurdo).  In January … Continue reading

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Clever Clive

Back again in the big skies of the American West, I came upon Clive Public Library (CPL) nestled in the lush rolling hills of central Iowa. Just half a mile from our hotel in a suburb of DesMoines, it shares a complex with … Continue reading

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Dynamic DuBois

Driving home from New England in November we stayed in a pleasant hamlet, bigger than expected considering it’s in the “Pennsylvania Wilds.” The lower doors to DuBois Public Library (DPL), a two story structure in the middle of downtown, lead into the meeting … Continue reading

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Comely Cornwall

Continuing our tour of the splendors of rural New England, my mother and I headed down to the northwest corner of Connecticut, where for eleven years, starting in 1939 at age nine, she’d been a St. Luke’s camper then counselor, never missing … Continue reading

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