The Mutter Museum, nestled inside a perfectly noble looking old academic building, is a gloriously jumbled collection of medical specimens exhibiting the dizzying number of horrible things that can go wrong with the human body...
Read the rest of: "Mutter Museum, Philadelphia"»  Being in the art field, I wouldn't normally think of Denver as a leading art center.
But thanks to their new museum, they've secured themselves on the art world map...
Read the rest of: "Denver Museum of Art"»  Some of my life goals are a little unconventional. Mastering the accordion, traveling to every continent before I'm 30, going to Wimbledon (I've accepted that it will only be as a spectator at this point)— these are the things that fill my dreams. Last month, I got to check off one of the seemingly silly items on the list: going to the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Finally, I'd get to root for Team Bernese Mountain Dog in person, at the Super Bowl of dog shows no less. Plus, it meant a trip to New York City. What more could a canine-crazy gal ask for?..
Read the rest of: "Oh My Dog: The 131st Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show"»  We were in the greater Baltimore area to visit the American Dime Museum, an example of and homage to the old dime museums and sideshow displays that were a staple of traveling carnivals and circuses during the late 19th and early 20th century.
For a mere dime, dupes and rubes could file through a museum of the strange and curious and marvel at everything from a two-headed calf to a mermaid from Fiji...
Read the rest of: "The American Dime Museum"»  About 32 miles from Denver sits a tiny hippy oasis
called Indian Springs Resort. Mud baths! Mineral
Springs! "Private jacuzzis with beautiful mountain
view!" This sounded like the makings of a relaxing
vacation!
When we arrived at Indian Springs, my first impression
was "this is it?"...
Read the rest of: "Indian Springs Resort"» 
The museum experience in New York is often overshadowed by
the hard-hitters: The Metropolitan Museum of Art,
The Guggenheim, The Museum of Modern Art and the Natural
History Museum. A step below these museums are many other
worthwhile institutions, although not as "famous." The Museum
of Art and Design, across from MoMA on 53rd Street has an
incredible collection of contemporary objects, innovative
furniture, package design, ceramics and other design elements...
Read the rest of: "Museum of Art and Design"»  My head has been buried in books from the very moment I learned to read. History has always been my favorite. I still vividly remember Mr. Bongi's 6th grade social studies class, when we learned about ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia. We'd chant “Hammurabi! Hammurabi!" over and over. I didn't always remember who he was or what he did, but the name was indelibly etched in my mind alongside Rameses, Cleopatra, and Alexander the Great.
Fast-forward fifteen years, and there I was in Alexandria, Egypt, named for that luminous conqueror now most unfortunately and inextricably linked with Colin Farrell. Nevertheless, it was with a lifetime of anticipation that I stood before the newly rebuilt Bibliotheca Alexandrina...
Read the rest of: "Bibliotheca Alexandrina: An Ancient Library Goes Modern"» Somebody on the site mentioned that Le Grand Comptoir
is one of the few restaurants in Montreal with friendly,
non-pretentious “single person" table service and I would
agree with them. What I mean by that is that going there by yourself doesn't necessarily present you with the typical dining-alone nuisances, like having to sit at the counter and thus forgo being able to relax in a chair, or being subjected to attitude from the host(ess) and the server. (After all, you're taking up a whole table and you'll only leave one person's tip!)
Like I said, Le Grand Comptoir
is a fortunate exception to those experiences.
You can go there alone at almost any time of day
(except the lunch hour: too busy) and find more
than a handful of individual tables to choose from...
Read the rest of: "Alone at Le Grand Comptoir"» 
In a brutal dance of acrobatics and fierce headlocks, the wrestlers tumbled and flipped each other across the ring, stopping now and then to turn to the cheering audience and flex their muscles. They ranged in age and size from youthful bodybuilders to small but quick, middle-aged firecrackers, and all wore shiny face masks and colorful spandex pants that sparkled under the outdoor lights. The commentator kept up with all the action, dramatically rattling off the moves in Spanish over blaring loudspeakers. The referee bounced around the men in the ring, fielding insults from hecklers in the audience...
This is Lucha Libre, or Mexican wrestling – a mixture of sport, drama, comedy and sheer showmanship...
Read the rest of: "¡Viva Lucha Libre!"»  When I say the words "General Store", what do you think of? I bet
it's the television show "The Waltons", isn't it? And then maybe the
image of a dusty-shelved, small-town shop with some outdated products
in faded packages and maybe one of those huge jars of pickled eggs on
the counter, surrounded by locals, gossiping and chatting. Not
exactly the kind of thing you'd think you'd ever find in downtown
Toronto. And on that count, you'd be both right and wrong...
Read the rest of: "Good Catch General Store"»
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