A wise old owl

While in Baltimore, I visited a fantastic historical bar that used to be a speakeasy, named the Owl Bar.  The entrance was tucked away to the side of the Belvedere Hotel’s foyer, looking like a small coat room with velvet curtains.  Those concealing curtains led into a huge, beautiful room with ornate brickwork, stained glass … Continue reading

Master of Macabre

I’m no literary buff but when I realised that I was near the Edgar Allan Poe house in Richmond, Virginia, I figured I should have a sticky.  I read ‘The Raven’ to myself first to get into the mood of course, because it was the only one of his works that I actually knew (and … Continue reading