As if by magic, an actor’s mask changes from the face of a red, gold, and white tiger into the battle-ready visage of a painted warrior.
Northern Ireland is small—about the size of Connecticut—and the countryside begins just a few miles from Belfast’s City Hall.
A leaden sky portends cold rain as old-fashioned London cabs—Belfast’s Black Taxis—sit parked along the Peace Wall with their motors running.
Samuel So takes my right foot in his hands, rests it on a towel in his lap, and reaches for his knives.
A trip aboard the luxury barge Magna Carta (www.magna-carta.co.uk) offers a chance to visit four of Great Britain’s fin
Archerfield Links in the village of Dirleton, Scotland, sits on land where bowmen once pitched their tents while helping Edward I of England earn the nickname the Hammer of Scotland during a punit
The resort town of San Carlos de Bariloche sits on the southeastern shore of Lago Nahuel Huapi, two and a half hours southwest of Buenos Aires by plane.
The mountainside dirt road leading to Anse Chastanet, a resort on the Caribbean island of St. Lucia, is barely wide enough to accommodate two-way traffic.
The 44-foot ketch Bonita, built in the shipyards of Buenos Aires in 1982, cuts through the water of Lago Nahuel Huapi.
Early last year, singer/songwriter Edwin McCain released a tune that described the Gramercy Park Hotel (www.gramercypar