Everyone knows me as a Jane Austen girl. I am a fan of Northanger Abbey – the greatest gothic horrid novel that ever haunted the overactive minds of dorky Catherine Morlands like me – and of Emma, of course. But I must also mention that I am an Edith Wharton girl, and a Washington Irving girl. Yes, I love American authors, too. And last October, I was over the moon to finally visit the hallowed location of the greatest American tale ever committed to paper – The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Yes, I visited the Hudson River Valley and the picturesque and magical village of Sleepy Hollow, New York. My good friend Leigh Anna and I toured the story’s eponymous locale as well as Tarrytown, Irvington, and beyond, exploring Washington Irving’s old stomping grounds.
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