The Yellow Springs in early March, 2008. [Photo by a blind flaneur] See Orgy Songs of the Maenads.
Oh, no. My humble, walkable village has been named one of the best 10 small towns in America by Outside magazine (August 2009):
Yellow Springs, Ohio: Originally built as a spa town to capitalize on the nearby mineral springs, Yellow Springs (pop. 3,800) is as outdoorsy as Ohio gets. The limestone gorge and rolling hills of nearby John Bryan State Park offer climbing, mountain biking, and paddling on the Little Miami River. And while the recent closure of Antioch College dealt a serious blow to the economy, it’s still commuting distance to Dayton (25 miles) and Columbus (55 miles).
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The legendary Kiki of Montparnasse posed for Man Ray’s 
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