Getting the flavor of...Mighty Buffalo

Mighty Buffalo

Buffalo’s “robust industrial past” makes it a must-see for architecture fans, said JoAnn Greco in The Washington Post. Many grand buildings from the glory years of this rebounding city still stand. After a walk past red-brick wharf buildings along Lake Erie, I stopped to gawk at Louis Sullivan’s 1895 Guaranty Building, a “terra-cotta-clad celebration of verticality” considered one of the world’s first true skyscrapers. At Niagara Square, I encountered “a veritable history of architectural styles,” highlighted by an art deco City Hall. A few miles north is Frank Lloyd Wright’s Darwin Martin House, a just-renovated estate that “in scope and mastery” stands with Wright’s most famed works. Many fine homes surround nearby Delaware Park, but “what really excited me’’ was the decaying former Buffalo State Asylum for the Insane. An overcast sky “lent the complex, like much of Buffalo’s dramatic architecture, an eerie Gothic chill.”

Kentucky’s pretty horses

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I traveled to “the horse capital of the world,” aka Lexington, Ky., to experience all that is equine, said Lawrence Scanlan in the Toronto Globe and Mail. Tourists to the area are encouraged to visit farms to see favorite horses who’ve retired to become full-time breeders, and I went to two: Adena Springs and Three Chimneys Farm. Since I never tire of the rhythm of hooves on a racetrack, I couldn’t resist a trip to Keeneland Race Course. I felt a truer “love of the horse” at Old Friends B&B, an inn that doubles as a thoroughbred rescue-retirement facility. But the trip’s best moment came when I got a chance to ride a 10-year-old mare named Shadow, at Big Red Stables in nearby Harrodsburg. Two days of rain had just ended when we set off, accompanied by a guide, through pasture and woodland and alongside “countless creeks.” Our journey ended “with a long sprint across a valley and up a little rise.”