Somewhere unexpected.

in the Maritime Alps, north of Nice

above the Guadalete, in the Cádiz sierras

on the Leitrim shore of Lough Gill, east of Sligo

on the Galician coast, where pilgrims used to walk until the land ran out

on the Virginia–Kentucky line, in the Cumberlands

in the courtyard of the Louvre, on the right bank of the Seine

downtown Lubbock, two blocks from the rail yard

in the walled center of Ferrara, north of Bologna

in the Sierra Nevada, near Mammoth Lakes

in Alsace, where the Lauch slows through Colmar

in the Rhône valley, north of Avignon

across the Liffey in central Dublin

above Catania, on the east coast of Sicily

east of Phoenix, on the road into the Superstitions

on the Big Sur coast, thirteen miles south of Carmel

on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, west of Gulfport

deep in the North Cascades, east of Darrington

at the eastern tip of Italy's heel, on the Adriatic

on the north hill above the River Lee, in Cork

above the Dordogne, in the Périgord Noir

in the foothills of the Sperrin Mountains, County Tyrone

in central Minnesota, two hours north of the Twin Cities

on Monterey Bay, southeast of Santa Cruz

above the Casa de Correos, at kilometre zero of Spain, Madrid