Pondering Brexit after My Bedtime in Wells

It was nearly midnight, there was a slight mist, and I couldn’t resist the call of the Wells Cathedral. Join me on a little walk to ponder Brexit and the timeless wonder of a 700-year-old cathedral. Can you share a travel moment when you should have been in bed, but weren’t?

This is Day 73 of my 100 Days in Europe series. As I research my guidebooks and make new TV shows, I’m reporting on my experiences and lessons learned in Vienna, the Alps, the Low Countries, England, and beyond. Find more right here on my travel blog.


2 Replies to “Pondering Brexit after My Bedtime in Wells”

  1. A travel moment when I should have been in bed but wasn’t?

    I was the only human on the beach at the north end of the tourist zone in Mazatlan very late, long after lights out, and the breeze was stealing the heat from the sand. At the verge where the beach meets the grass leading inland, a shushing and swishing turned out to be hundreds and hundreds of iguanas doing their nocturnal thing, like a dark version of the pigeons in Trafalgar Square or the legendary rats in Chinatown.

    Glad I didn’t smell edible!

  2. Venice. Slithering through the byways from my hotel near Piazza San Marco to the train station in the dark pre-dawn to catch early train. Heart thumping, because I conjured up the black and white scenes from Othello with Iago lurking in shadows. BUT seeing instead people at that hour setting up stalls, bringing in fish, etc., on their little trolleys. I was invisible to them as they hurried to beat the sun. Not sure where I was at any time during the mad dash through a labyrinth, but confident that the signs (“Ferrovia”) would lead me where I wanted to go. Although this is a bit veiled now with the mist of time, I will never forget leaving the city like a thief in the night.

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