:: Dare to Dane ::

Monday, March 24, 2003

When I was much younger, my mother took my brother and myself to Solvang, a little town several hours from home. It was settled by Danish immigrants and, in an attempt to market to xenophillic tourists by exploiting their Danish cachet, the town progressively began to resemble their homeland, right down to the cobblestone streets and Aebleskivers. I remember at the time thinking, all of 5 years old, how utterly bizarre it was, and questioning the motives behind the quirky residents intent on perpetuating the oddity.

Having now stumbled across the above linked article, it strikes me that little kids can be pretty perceptive.

Posted by morland @ 10:26 AM

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