Dover is a godforsaken little town with piles of transit energy and mountains of history. Sometimes I like to stay in places that aren’t cute (and affluent because of their cuteness). Dover certainly fits that bill. And after dinner, I enjoy walking the long way home — along the port’s beach.
Being mindful of what’s around you enriches any walk in Europe. Here, I’m thinking about the ancient Roman lighthouse that caps the white cliffs. From the top of their lighthouse, the Romans would burn wet wood by day (for more smoke) and dry wood by night (for a read more >>>
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