Cape Arcona Type Foundry - History of The Fictional Country of Cape Arcona

History of The Fictional Country of Cape Arcona

For hundreds of years Cape Arcona was a melting pot for the most different cultures but the main influences came from England, America, Spain, Germany and France. Wherever people felt dissatisfied with their countries they immigrated to Cape Arcona and found a friendly climate, nice folks and a peaceful place to live. Cape Arcona offers dramatic cliffs and sweet beaches such as El Arcona, Puntarcona or Point d'Arcona. Besides fonts, tourism is one of the major resources of the little country.

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