In the spirit of summer travel, We have asked some of our writers who live outside New York City to share a few of their favorite local sites. Read Lauren Collins in an irresistible Parisian game store; Hana Goldfield in her search for valuable fruits in Hollywood; Rebecca Meed on the land of the beloved church in London; INKoo Kang on the Perfume Perfumes Museum in Berkeley; And Ian Al -Rabi on the nature reserve in the middle of Men, with a pie.Shona Lyon
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Lauren Collins, in Paris
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Games stores – are these even exist anymore? I can add at least one: Le Bruit du papier, The Little Land but the Great in the ninth accuracy, which is strategically located directly across the street from the ReC Center where children go in my neighborhood to do judo or learn how to play violin. This is mainly the same concept of placing a tape on the other side of the golf field. No child can go through the sparkling store interface, without pressing the nose to the glass and connecting it to allow it to enter. What I love in Le Bruit du Papier is what I hate about Le Bruit du papier. Its owner, Myriam Athoud, knows exactly what her young customers want. They come in packages, carrying the old school pocket money. (Metal currencies! In Le Bruit Du Papier, these strong are still. With small Parisian shoppers. Since this is a French game store, ARTHAUD sometimes offers SOP sometimes for adults. “There will be soft drinks for young people and more sober,” an invitation from the store reading, calls the beneficiaries to a sample of the new Beaujolais in the last evening. Amazon.
Inkoo Kang, in Berkeley
Mandy AFTEL of natural ingredients makes them anomalous in the perfume industry, which depends heavily on the artificial fabrications of their utensils. AFTEL, which composed half a scale written on art, history and smell uses, shares her passion for the possibility of olfactory through The back archive of strange smells, The only museum in America is intended for perfumes. It works outside the garage and the back yard of its house in Berkeley (a block of Chez PanisseIt is a warm relationship run by the family; On a recent visit, between the chats with AFTEL herself, her husband received me and retracted her son’s stories. The museum collection includes books of pods and a bottle of amber (a material produced in the digestive system of sperm whales), as well as an explanation of the long history of perfumes. There are dozens of jewels filled with jewels that are encouraged to inhale themselves; My preferences included Civeet, Cassia and Oud. An old and modern smell station offers the same plant to compare. And because the smells are strong but transient, guests can take samples from the home from more than two hundred smells at the AFTEL workstation, or, as it is known in the world of perfumes, perfumes. Through the archive, AFTEL created a group of perfumes that may be difficult if not impossible – and most importantly, it created an opportunity to redirect the senses of the individual to the world.
Ian Krauch, in Mine
See from the top Table rock, A wide perch at the northern end of the Grafton Nush government park, in the west of Maine (less than two hours northwest of Portland), and may surrender, at least for at least a moment, to the foolishness of thinking it got. It is a nice spot, more beautiful than most of it, and you stand on it. Then again, after climbing about a thousand feet of the corridor in less than a mile, the heart is still beating in your temples, perhaps you will not think at all. Even better! It penetrates the elaborate black flies during late June, but by July (real summer), you can look at watching clouds sliding along, receiving cold, cold shades on the distant ground, where a thin line of the sidewalk flows through the trees. After that, in the fall, you are likely to have to provide space for some neighbors there-yellow agony-on the rock and embrace your knees because all over the leaves become yellow, orange, red and purple. Back to the car, follow a few miles south, and withdraw Nail fall, Or in a quieter place, to wash the mud from the calves in the iceberg The bear river. Change to the clean additional shirt you reminded of his package. Again on the road, still go south, stop one final, on the right: Mountain Puzzle bakery, In the third decade and under the supervision of the second generation, it was called a peak that just passed through it (more edges, more views). It is a pie position, or in fact, a red wooden cage-a red wooden fabric filled with homemade fruit pies, cookies from maple, WHOPIE pies, and jam. They bake them in a building below a nearby corridor, but the cage is unprofitable, and hours, from Thursday to Monday, flexible: the criticism goes in a tank of old measured iron (or Venmo if you have to do so). There is no bad time for the pie, but there are some times the best of this, as it sits on the back bumper, the strawberry rhubaro boxes pass, the rustic lounge, and the apple back and forth. Fingers, or perhaps one fork. I was late. Wipe the crumbs from your lap, wrap any leftovers later, start the long, or, for the fortunate short home.
Rebecca Meed, in London
