Today I report on something that did not happen.
After I graduated high school I participated in the Young Judaea Year Course in Israel. The group of 56 young Americans stayed at the San Remo Hotel at the intersection of Rehove Strauss (named for the owner of Macy's) Street and HaNevi'im. That is an odd conjunction of people/events. The Prophets; an American Jewish retail magnate and the city along the northern Italian Riviera where the conference was held that lead to the signing of the Balfour Declaration calling for a Jewish national home in Palestine.
I had hoped to go to San Remo, but, in the end, it did not work out.
In my life doing technical support for Nisus Writer Express I had correspondence recently with Michael Kruger, who lives in Sospel, France. I mentioned to him that we would be in his general area. He made some wonderful suggestions of what to do and see (the calanques of the Cassis area just east of Marseilles, Hyeres, and Menton) and invited us up to his village for a cup of espresso. One thing led to another and once we were in the Alps, he encouraged us go the prettier route through the Alps to Turin.
And, anyway, what would I see or do if I drove past the hotel in which the conference was held in San Remo in 1922?
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