One of my absolutely favourite things to do when visiting a new city / town / village / neighbourhood is finding out about the local market(s) and spending a good bit of time (and money) exploring. I love the bustle, the smells and the colours, checking out how people trade and purchase, taking note of what is on offer and what everyone is eating.
I’m already thinking of a future top 5 market blog list but for this one I thought I’d bring you a fresh post, straight from a recent weekend away in Germany. This is the second time I visited the particular market in the space of two years and again it didn’t fail to impress. So if you’re planning a trip to the Black Forest or to Basel and the nearby area, make sure you add the city and the market to your list: Freiburg Münstermarkt – open all week except Sundays and circling one of the few buildings that survived the Allied bombing in the vicinity – the Münster Unserer Lieben Frau.
If you read my recent post on my walking commute musings, you might have noticed a snap of one of my favourite parts of London: the Duck Island cottage. The thing is… ever since I moved to Westminster in 2013, I simply cannot get enough of St James’s Park. So since this love has manifested itself in a myriad pictures, I thought I should do a post just on that: an album of my best snaps of the Park all through the seasons to mark my second anniversary living in SW1.
I’m walking to the office on a non-descript working day, the only sounds in my ears are the beats of my Spotify account. It’s warm and sticky and grey, the city’s essence rejoices in its weather attributes.
Previously… in A for Athens: you’ve napped, you’ve snacked, you’ve bar crawled around the back streets of Ermou and now you’re checking out the infamous Syntagma Square. You’re wondering where to go next. Well, this massively depends on the season. Most of the well-known clubs in Athens tend to move towards the beach in the summer and these locations could change from one year to the next (Athenian nightlife keeping you on your toes there!). So this is to say that these suggestions are not full proof and you should probably have one final look at TripAdvisor and the places’ websites before you get there and find a ‘See you in September’ sort of sign…
So where were we? You were hanging out around the centre of Athens and it’s probably late afternoon – depending how many of the previous tips you followed (and how much time you spent at the Acropolis or the markets!). What next? Here it goes. Food-wise, feel free to tweak the suggested itinerary based on your pangs but try not to skip any of it for the full effect. Continue reading A for Athens, part two→
I should start by saying that I’m probably too biased when it comes to my hometown. When I was growing up there, I never thought I wouldn’t be living and working in the same streets. I guess the good thing is that I now visit it only long enough to get the best of it and forget about all the stuff that used to annoy me.
ANYWAY. Athens with a capital A could take up a whole blog in itself (in fact, it probably already does for some, it’s on my list to figure this out for you) so expect this to be part of GreekStreet mythology along with London posts. When I say mythology, I don’t really refer to the ancient Greek kind but the X-Files kind – where certain storylines were picked up during the different seasons as opposed to the standalone episodes, like Monster of the Week. (Yes, I’m still obsessed, get over it, even Fox wants to bring the show back!).
So where does one start in Athens? I’ll go old-school on you but I promise you’ll like it. If you only have one day and night in the city (stopover while island-hopping I presume), here’s how you should plan your day. [If you have not planned to stay the night in Athens, change your plans. Like, now.] Continue reading A for Athens, part one→
I know it’s been a while since my last post and also a while since I last made this a regular thing. Forgive me for that as my FOMO has kept me running around enough to lose track of my writing. A few amongst you urged me to get back into it and I ashamedly agreed I should do without actually doing anything about it. It’s not that I just procrastinated (although I did finish Breaking Bad, OITNB and have almost managed to re-watch 9 seasons of the X-Files, any minute now!).
It’s just that so many things happened in a short space of time and I needed time to process and distil them into something I can take a sip of that doesn’t make me drunk and crazy like absinthe. Maybe one day I can tell you all about it.
This post began to write itself a few months ago after a visit to the fish counter at my local supermarket. There wasn’t any progress for months until yesterday’s crisp and sunny Monday morning. Walking to work with the latest episode of This American Life’s, my body found warmth through the sounds, memories and feelings evoked by these stories with the beach as their common denominator. It was time to go back and write on how I feel really about fish…
For the past few weeks, my Wednesday evenings have become a source of newfound inspiration, an outlet for my creativity (and an overdrive for my sweat glands). I decided to attend a short creative writing course in my bid to actually learn about something I have enjoyed doing for so long but have sidelined a little bit. It has been such an enjoying and yet terrifying journey so far and I’m not looking forward to it being over.
For this week’s assignment, our “teacher” tasked us to write about love. This was my most difficult endeavour so far. How do you write about something so personal and so uniquely felt and at the same time so written and spoken of without using a million of cliches? I gave this a go and it went down alright in class I guess. My fellow course mates liked the idea of the Ball so I thought I’d share it on my blog.
If you love South Bank as much as I do, have walked its path this summer and are even a tiny bit observant, you will surely have noticed a structure that appears to look like a boat perched on the edge of the Queen Elizabeth Hall rooftop.
The said boat can’t actually navigate down the Thames but it instead welcomes Londoners every night and for one night only in its one-bedroom comfort. Called A Room for London, the riverboat is an architectural installation open to the public through a competitive ballot and (one must add) by contributing a considerably hefty fee. The brainchild of Artangel and Living Architecture, it was originally developed as part of the London 2012 Festival but it proved so popular that it has remained open all through 2013. According to the collaborators, David Kohn Architects designed it in collaboration with artist Fiona Banner, taking inspiration from Joseph Conrad’s book Heart of Darkness and Roi de Belges (the boat he captained in the Congo in 1890).