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Wednesday rain. Drizzle, then a lot of drizzle, then wind, then rain and wind, then drizzle again, back and forth and up and down and just consistent enough to make tourism miserable. We walked from the hotel across the…
Wednesday rain. Drizzle, then a lot of drizzle, then wind, then rain and wind, then drizzle again, back and forth and up and down and just consistent enough to make tourism miserable. We walked from the hotel across the…
“Can I have it on the good foot?” Woof, what a day for walking this was… Breakfast is included so we had one of those elaborate hotel breakfasts usually served buffet style, but served to us, fruit and fruit juice,…
Bright and early out of the hotel to CDG. Terminal train transit two stops to Terminal 2. Checked in at 2F. Boarding pass, processed luggage, went to pass security, then informed I was meant to check-in at 2G. If it’s…
Wednesday was stormy upon departure from Cricklewood, sunny upon arrival on the South Bank. In the AM did a quick skinny in the Tate modern, lunch at Wagamama, then a matinee at the Young Vic. The plays, the first a…
Tuesday was clear. Tuesday was cloudy. It was dry, it was drizzly. There was a breeze, then still. In short, Tuesday was an autumn day in London. In the morning I took the train down to Richmond and walked the…
BA 84 overnight to Britain. Westminster, Elizabeth Tower (aka Big Ben), the Eye. Kensington Gardens, back yard of Buck House, and a plane from Iran; something you don’t see everyday (or, you know, ever in Canada). The fly…
We did not have a Cole Porter moment on our last day but it did rain on and off. Pretty good I would say: Two weeks in Europe in mid-November and one wet day and even that was sporadic. So…
A few days ago we posted a picture of a stork laying eggs (a stuffed stork, laying fake eggs). We weren’t sure what that was all about so Nina took us back, to Deyrolle, to show us that in fact…
Sunday morning brought the dawn in. We met up with Michelle at breakfast, but she then took off for the Eurostar (with cheese and terrine in tow). We headed into the 5th, first up Rue Mouffetard (referenced in Trois Couleurs:…
Seville is lousy with orange trees. Every “calle” and every courtyard and every plaza. Could there be a lime tree? Oh no, just a bunch of lemons masquerading as oranges. They are coming into fruit just about now. While notoriously…