Galena, Illinois ... finally!
I couldn't help but love this town. A gregarious hideaway, the thing we remember most was when we'd ask for directions (which we did often since we were letting the great sky and sun guide us).
May I ask where the trattoria is? "Oh yes! Go to the stoplight and take a left."
May I ask where the post office is? "Oh yes! Go to the stoplight and take a right."
May I ask where the office of tourism is? (This was a little more challenging) "Oh yes, go to the stoplight, cross the bridge, and then take a left."
"So..." says my teenager, "It all seems pretty clear-cut. All their directions start with go to the stoplight. ONE stoplight, mom!"
General Grant's house ... for my European friends, he was a key player in Northern victory during the Civil War. A hero for the oppressed.
We visited this little, historical street...