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think the entire city is enjoying one big social at which all—residents along with strangers— are welcome. That is the way the pub life has become entrenched in my mind’s eye.
On that first trip, I was fortunate to book bed and breakfast with a lady by the name of Elizabeth Robins, who began taking in boarders from the Fourth Estate. A New York sportswriter was her first introduction, he introduced Furman Bisher of the Atlanta Journal to her, and Furman subsequently introduced her to yours truly.
You can have great fun traveling Europe and learning about the country via the bed and breakfast routine. That is one of the most illuminating treasures of the past.
A widow, Elizabeth had a becoming garden with flowers and plants, which enriched the experience. She was well read and had even visited Lake Rabun in North Georgia, courtesy of friends she had in Atlanta. We enjoyed tea and cookies in the afternoon and a “cooked” breakfast every morning.
As much as I enjoyed the classic performances on Wimbledon’s grass courts, I would give high ratings by the ancillary experiences of being immersed into the culture of the community and its warm and friendly inhabitants.