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  • The Musée d’Orsay is just around the corner, and the Louvre is just across the Seine, but this artist’s flat full of your host’s sketchbooks and work reminds you that art is a living, breathing thing. The creativity doesn’t have to stop at mealtime, either: walk a few blocks to Au 35 for inventive takes on classic cuisine.

Photo: @afinereye
  • You’ll feel the serenity of this riad as soon as you duck in from the hustle and bustle of Marrakech’s souks. This oasis is within walking distance of the Medersa Ben Youssef and plenty of food options, but it might be just as tempting to stay by the pool and let your Superhost, Alice, prepare your meal. As an added bonus, Bowie the friendly cat will be happy to give you company.

Photo: @leriadyasmine
  • Superhost Liz has updated her A-frame near Mt. Hood to maintain a perfect balance between rustic and chic. The cabin also gives you a couple of different ways to have fun with gravity: hang out in a cozy suspended chair or plummet down the renowned mountain biking trails of nearby Post Canyon.

Photo: @redaframe
  • Slow down and reconnect with nature at a three-story cabin on 17 acres of rain forest. After a day on the pristine beach at Broken Head (a couple of minutes away), soak in your stone bathtub overlooking the garden. Watch for Bodhi, the bright green free-flying parrot who likes to keep an eye on the property.

Photo: @jefflevingston

Jennifer Queen

Business Analyst

It was a Saturday night, and such a Sabbath as followed! Ex officio professors of Sabbath breaking are all whalemen. The ivory Pequod was turned into what seemed a shamble; every sailor a butcher. You would have thought we were offering up ten thousand red oxen.

I have given no small attention to that not unvexed subject, the skin of the whale. I have had controversies about it with experienced whalemen afloat, and learned naturalists ashore. My original opinion remains unchanged; but it is only an opinion.

For the strain constantly kept up by the windlass continually keeps the whale rolling over and over in the water, and as the blubber in one strip uniformly peels off along the line called the “scarf,” simultaneously cut by the spades of Starbuck and Stubb, the mates; and just as fast as it is thus peeled off, and indeed by that very act itself.

The men at the windlass then cease heaving, and for a moment or two the prodigious blood-dripping mass sways to and fro as if let down from the sky, and every one present must take good heed to dodge it when it swings, else it may box his ears and pitch him again.

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