On our wine tour, we stayed overnight in a beautiful small town, Culpeper. Frau Grace had made reservations at an old brick front which had been converted into a hotel. From the outside, I wasn’t too sure.
When I saw the stairs up to the second floor I was a little worried.
But then I opened the door to our room. I’ve stayed in pretty nice hotels through the years, good ones all over Europe. I stayed in a special suite in the Waldorf Astoria about 30 years ago. And let me tell you that this room was nicer and cleaner and more comfortable than any of the others. No kidding.
I was in Culpeper years ago, and it was kind of run down. Not so any more.
I counted four gargoyles perched on the tops of buildings. Two were on our hotel, but I couldn’t get a good shot of them. Here are two others.
There’s a monument to those brave young men from Culpeper who died for nothing in the stupid Vietnam War.
Confederate General A.P. Hill’s boyhood home is in Culpeper. They still have their monument to the Confederate soldiers who fought in the Civil War.
If you don’t live here in the States, groups of well meaning people have been tearing down our statues of Confederate soldiers. It’s like Orwell’s 1984 where the protagonist’s job was to continually rewrite history. In Falls Church Virginia they recently changed the name of Jeb Stuart High School to Justice High School. Today in the news I learned that a school in San Francisco is going to paint over an historic 1933 mural depicting scenes from George Washington’s life. They don’t like the fact that there were Indians and slaves portrayed. You in Europe are a bit more enlightened than we are here. George Washington owned slaves. I’m just waiting for the time that those morons burn Mt. Vernon, change the name of our capital, and tear down the Washington Monument.
More about Culpeper tomorrow, assuming this terrible cold I have doesn’t keep me in bed all day.