And I didn't stop until I found myself spang in the middle of the Musée de Cluny, clutching the rack.

it is in shape like a Gudgeon, and both the Latines and we, call it the Whales-guide; for, she doth ever follow him, suffering her selfe, as easily to be led and turned by him, as a ship is directed and turned by a sterne[…].

Leave the backpackers behind and join Saigon's student population to see the seriously un-acoustic local rock bands performing predominantly American covers every night in this heaving live music hub at the end of a narrow alleyway.

They dug an eight-foot ditch along the side of the road.