Our return to London served as the latter-end bookmark to a hectic week of travel; Malta last weekend, Nîmes (on business, hence the lack of a post) mid-week, and finally London over this past weekend’. While our first trip was somewhat of an unpleasant experience, I think our view of the city has been rehabilitated …
Last week’s trip to Malta was a massive change to our normal travel routine; while we are usually running around in search of the next thing to see, Malta was intended to be a sit-and-relax vacation. In becoming a relaxing vacation, it also morphed into one centered around food; both of us had managed to …
Several (for small values of “several”) days have passed since we returned from Stockholm. With the thawing of my corporeal form (which includes the return to nominal temperatures of my forehead, ears, nose, face, , hands, knees, toes, and the bottoms of my feet [Vans are not appropriate walk-around-on-snow-and-ice shoes]) I am left with mixed …
Nearly two weeks later (noticing a trend?) I feel inclined, if not particularly compelled, to muse on this year’s réveillon festivities. In no particular order: Eating before the party (something we didn’t do last year) was a good call (the party progression is champagne pre-game, six courses (each with a wine pairing and with the …
From the never-posted archive, because we’ll be there again this year (and sleeping or in the sauna) when this post goes up: I don’t recall what I was searching for, but I was flipping through the pictures on my phone and ran across those that we took on New Year’s Eve. Further to finding the …
An hour-and-twenty-two-minutes away from gare de l’Est by the P train, Provins is a tiny (12k residents) enclave perched largely on top of a hill, though the (admittedly scenic) hike from the ville basse to the ville haute strongly emphasizes the height of said hill. There are four churches, a handsome city gate, a tower …
…your destination is always uphill. Rome is madness. From elbowing our way through Fiumicino airport unable to find our driver to the white-knuckle ride to the hotel, from looking down the street and seeing the looming colosseum to winding our way through the crowds at the base of the colosseum, from being assailed as we …
Greece, it seems, was not meant to happen for us. After initially booking the trip in early April, the Purrito was forced to spend what felt like an inordinate amount of time and effort to re-book the trip once we decided that we’d like to stay another day; the vagaries of Expedia and non-instantaneous hotel …
The Purrito and I found ourselves once more (this is visit the third; we’re now almost as comfortable in the ‘Dam as we are in Rouen) in Amsterdam this weekend, drawn by the promise of SAIL 2015. SAIL is a nominally-tall-ship-oriented boat gathering that happens every five years. In practical terms, it’s a number of …
Fezzik In Paris 