Little Europe – Albuquerque, New Mexico
Few natural wonders are as awe-inspiring and spectacular as the chalky White Cliffs of Dover on the English coast. Only for a short while are those bright white, natural geological formations visible as you’re sailing away toward France on a cross-channel ferry. Instead, as you depart from Dover’s busy port, you’re treated to an increasingly receding facade as the 350-foot chalk faces dim, their bright white geological features vividly reflecting moonlight. That’s the view I remember most from my first English crossing some 21 miles away from France. Along with a busful of eager passengers, we were bound for Calais, the closest point in France to Great Britain. For the Germans, that made it the most logical and heavily fortified…