Where am I - Travel Game II.

You know it, you brat. So, now tell me about when you have been there.. and I'll tell you more.

Ok, I'll say first. That's the place I left my wallet on the counter. Luckily I had a receipt in it, for the place we stayed across the piazza. I'm a mess in dark places but am usually twice observant by practice.. Missed it that time. A guy from the Orientale came over to our Hotel Button and delivered my wallet. I'll always love that city and that place. And the place next door, with the chocolates.

You know I'm quite shy, to tell about my peregrinations.

But I admire Garibaldi..

He was a robust sort, wasn't he?

When you read about his life, you just wonder how could he achieve so much, let alone unifying Italy..

I've read about it, and read more about it (varied writers).


Unifying italy, still a question, as you know.
I think of it as unifying by posturing on all sides. (Hey, they still have at it...)

So, the place is:

Caffè Orientale (Gran Caffè) 19, Piazza Garibaldi, Parma, Italy:

I'm sure many of you know this place:

Europe, right hand drive.

Not Europe..

Northern United States/Canada?

Northern United States, yes..

Portland,Oregon
Mill Ends Park

I thought the story was as interesting as the idea.
Thanks Francis
"In 1946, Dick Fagan returned from World War II to resume his journalistic career with the Oregon Journal. His office, on the second floor above Front Street (now Naito Parkway), gave him a view of not only the busy street, but also an unused hole in the median where a light pole was to be placed. When no pole arrived to fill in this hole, weeds took over the space. Fagan decided to take matters into his own hands and to plant flowers."
Fagan wrote a very popular column about this park called Mill Ends, which is a lumber term for rough irregular ends of boards from lumber mills. The park was dedicated on St. Patrick's Day in 1948 by Fagan who wrote about the trials and tribulations of the park's head leprechaun Patrick O'Toole, and according to Fagan the only group of leprechauns to establish a colony west of Ireland. He also claimed to be the only person who was able to see these leprechauns, and therefore had the exclusive scoop.

In Fagan's account of Mill Ends Park's origin, supposedly Fagan "looked out the window and spotted a leprechaun digging in the hole. He ran down and grabbed the leprechaun, which meant that he had earned a wish. Fagan said he wished for a park of his own; but since he had not specified the size of the park in his wish, the leprechaun gave him the hole."

Fagan passed away in 1969, and Mill Ends officially became a city park on St. Patrick's Day in 1976. The park continues to be the site of inventive St. Patrick's Day festivities to this day.

Not only the story is interesting but Mill Ends Park is said to be the smallest city park in the world..

Your turn, Ceili..

This is a wee bit big... Where am I?

Portland is where our mother was born. Love that city, and their rose parade.

I've only ever driven through, I'm sad to say. I've heard lovely things about the city. I loved the dunes of Oregon though, beautiful.

Canada?

Not even close...

I was going to suggest the leaning building of Pisa, but it looks too modern for Italy.