Denmark
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Edirne, Turkey. Near Turkey's border with Bulgaria, in what used to be called Thrace, Edirne used to mark the border between Christendom and the Muslim Ottoman Empire.
Falmouth, a town in Cornwall.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Gulgong, New South Wales. An historical town from the gold rush which once featured on Australia's $10 notes.
Hienghene, New Caledonia
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Innsbruck, Austria (host of the 1976 Winter Olympics)
But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.
Jerusalem, an ancient city in Israel, of great importance to a number of nations and religions.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Kalimantan, Borneo.
Laramie, Wyoming, USA
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Malacca Islands, Indonesia. The original spice islands
Nagpur, Maharashtra, India
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Orissa, a province of India
Pella, Iowa (my hometown where there are great bakeries!)
"I suppose the sewing machine's too heavy to bring?. . . I can't abide the thought of that Witch fiddling with it. . ."
Queenstown, New Zealand. (nearby are lots of film locations for LOTR and also Narnia)
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Rungwe, Tanzania
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.