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Monday Memories: Princess Passage

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France Paris

November 25, 2013 by Nickfortunatus

This week’s Monday Memory is from UnTourist Linda Bonin. During our second two week stay in Paris, we stumbled upon this lovely passage while observing large groups of people wander through its entrance. After viewing the passage with hordes of others, we returned early the following morning to capture this shot of an empty Princess…  


Monday Memories: Etoile Park

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France Paris

October 28, 2013 by Nickfortunatus

This week’s Monday Memory is the second (here’s the first) from UnTourists Eleanor and Bill Kover. The first time we saw Paris was in 1973. Eleanor was 29 and I was 28. Our hotel, Etoile Park, was on 10 Avenue MacMahon, just down the street from the Arc de Triomphe. After 35 years we were…  


Untourist of the Week: Susan Shanley

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Budapest Czech Rep. Czech Republic France Hungary Italy Prague Tuscany Untourist of the Week

October 22, 2013 by Mtaussig

We find it particularly delightful that Susan started travelling on UnTours in the 80’s with her parents, and has continued on her own. Tomorrow, we continue celebrating the UnTour habit, as it gets passed down the generations with another slideshow celebrating kids, their parents and their grandparents, on UnTours. 1. Tell us a little bit…  


Untourist of the Week: Susan & Lawrence Tittle

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France Germany Italy

July 9, 2013 by Mtaussig

Tell us a little bit about your most recent UnTour and why you chose that particular destination? Our last traditional UnTour was to the Rhine, staying in St. Goar in September 2007. Since then, we have stayed in Beaune, France with The Right Vacation Rental program, and we are booked on a Russian River Cruise…  


Why the everyday person might choose Vence: A photo-essay

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France Provence

April 17, 2013 by Mtaussig

I didn’t know, when I came, just how beautiful this town is, most especially it’s “ancien citΓ©” at the very center. It’s small. Ten minutes to walk around it. Yet I’ve been here two weeks today, and every morning, when I go for my fresh bread, I end up dawdling through the same streets. Read…