Just look at that freaking horse!
Fifty years ago, Marottichal was rife with alcoholism and illicit gambling, but everything changed after one man taught the town to play an ancient game of strategy.
Some years ago — almost 20, actually — my wife and I made it a habit to leave the city in August and head for the High Sierra. Our destination has always been a lake edged by cabins , 60 miles east of Fresno, just south of Yosemite and just north of Sequoia.
Of all the dysfunctions that plague the world’s megacities, none may be more pernicious than bad (really, really bad) traffic. Sitting still in Dhaka, where bad…