These images are about as old as Roman ruins. I unearthed them while cleaning out my hard drive.
Gritty port city and street artists’ dream, Valencia offers up her tantalising urban street walls like freshly primed canvases. Patinas in unthinkable hues – the likes of which Pantone could never replicate – escape the camera lens and computer screen, revealing themselves only to the naked eye like demure hidden beauties. The quietly subversive artContinue reading “Valencia”
Barcelona is probably the most lisp friendly city in the world. What’s more, with it’s dark narrow streets bursting with life (so long as you head there at a civilised hour, like after 5) crazy Disney Land architecture and fiercely proud, seriously arty and cosmopolitan people it’s pretty visitor friendly too. The unhealthy rivalry betweenContinue reading “Barcelona”
Granada. A place with beautiful light and a pattern lover’s paradise.
…I’m talking about a place where the beer flows like wine, where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I’m talkin’ bout a little place called San Sebaaaaaastian. Dumb and dumber jokes aside, San Sebastian is one of the most beautiful places on earth to eat, explore and party. The salty humid air,Continue reading “San Sebastian”
Since the early Middle Ages, eager young Christians have trekked hundreds of kilometers over French mountains, through thick forests and across arid Spanish fields to Santiago de Compostela, so that they might be allowed to shake their pilgrim sticks festooned with scallop shells over the grave of old Saint James the Greater (not to beContinue reading “El Camino de Santiago – The Way of Saint James”
Visiting the Aqueduct in Segovia Apologies Alice and Jules!
I insist that you play this generic french cafe accordion sound bite and replay it in your head while reading and looking at my frenchy photos – it’s only right that you do. Paris is everyone’s favourite city. Or, perhaps it’s every girl’s favourite city. Or, perhaps the city belongs to every girl or boyContinue reading “Paris – a moveable feast”
Our beautiful new city.
This post was inevitable, right? Also, I’m not sure where my enormous double chin came from in these photos! Was it the Jamon or the extra warm skivvy I was wearing? Salamanca, May 2012