A market in Ljubljana, Slovenia

I gazed enviously at folk looking effortlessly chic whilst riding their bikes. To me, it is a feat akin to performing brain surgery on a trampoline

Read More

Why Rome gave me the shits

I’m sorry Rome, it wasn’t you, it was me. Actually it wasn’t either of us, it was the hordes of self absorbed idiots descending …

Read More

Romanian Roadtrip – Part 4

There’s 106 miles to Sighisoara, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark out, and we’re wearing sunglasses. Well, actually…..we loaded up the Dacia Logan and headed east toward Sighișoara, along the (by now) good old E60.

Read More

Remember that bar in Berlin?

Eselbrucke, Berlin

Images were conjured of intrigue and suspicion, dark doorways and men in long coats with hats pulled low over their faces

Read More

The Day the Music (almost) died

The Day the Music (almost) died

“I have a little story to tell you …” my husband, travel partner and domestic saboteur thoughtfully remarked…

Read More

Remember that bar in Krakow?

It was the middle of the day, and it looked anything but inviting. I can’t recall how we even came to cross the threshold. But taking a chance on a bar often pays off big time.

Read More

A market in Valencia, Spain

Even if you weren’t remotely interested in markets (if there is such a person) the building itself is enough to attract you.

Read More