When all the signs align

Time for another edition of Armchair Traveler In The Age Of Covid. I don’t know about you, but when I travel, I am always on the lookout for signs of intelligent life. And I mean that literally.


Somebody stuck this ID sticker on the wall of a state building in Moscow. I don’t know about you, but I suspect subversion is afoot. These aren’t Putin’s pumas by any chance?

Is Venice a great town or what? Neither the Mafia nor homophobia is welcome here.

Let’s be clear on this for once and for all. East is east and west is west and never the paths shall meet.

I had to go to Sedona, Ariz. and Kingston, N.S., to be reminded that it’s not nice to fool with Mother Nature. So please, don’t step on the living earth. And if you are approached by a coyote, don’t go thinking you are the Road Runner.

This old duffer has been guarding the lobby of the King George Hotel for years. And he’s shocked (shocked) at what he’s just seen wantonly displayed on the building down the street.

Ran into this poster on the wall of an ancient village in the Dalmatian Islands. Don’t know what she’s trying to sell but I suspect the villagers aren’t buying. Tourists are though.

Can’t we all just get together please?

Nuff said.

Andy Warhol was here. Right here. See?

Cold weather, warm hearts. Found this sign stenciled on an airport window at Reykjavik.

Who hasn’t wanted to bed race with pirates in Palmyra? And down with Big Boxes in Woodstock, N.Y.

They’ve got their heads on straight in Montreal. But, honestly, I don’t have a clue what the sign on the right means.

I don’t think Gov. Cuomo ever saw it coming either.

Smoking hot music and cool red wine to chill you down. Is Florence a great town or what?

And of course, you can travel the world over and never see the signs of intelligent life as clearly as in Florida’s own Cassadaga.

More later. When the signs are right.

Author: floridavelocipede

A sometime journalist who used to string words together for a living before I retired to run a non-profit cycle touring organization that will henceforth go unnamed, as I have subsequently retired from that career as well. I write a bi-monthly column, theater reviews and an occasional magazine piece for my old newspaper. If I still had a business card it would read: Ron Cunningham: Trained Observer Of The Human Condition. Because like The Donald, you know, ego.

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