Picture yourself wandering the colorful, cobbled streets of Guanajuato, a colonial-era city with alleyways that twist like an Escher drawing. You round a corner, and suddenly — there it is. A man made of bronze. Or is it stone? You pause. Then blink. He blinks back. Startled laughter erupts around you — because that statue? It’s alive.
Imagine warm turquoise water flowing out from a cave carved into the cliffs, surrounded by clouds of mist and the echo of birdsong. Now add hanging vines, jungle-like mountains, and just enough magic in the air to make you believe the stories locals still whisper—that fairies live here, just out of sight. Welcome to Grutas de Tolantongo, one of Mexico’s most surreal natural wonders.
Tucked away in the sleepy English village of Chawton is a modest red-brick cottage with ivy climbing the walls and roses blooming by the window. At first glance, it seems like just another picturesque home from a Jane Austen novel. And that’s exactly what it is—because this house wasn’t just her inspiration. It was her reality.