Travel
I finally got around to sorting through my photos from last year's trip to Thailand. I've been to Bangkok a number of times over the past 10 years and there are a few things that I always notice. The first of those 'things' is colour. The unashamed, in your face, bright as can be, use of colour. T-shirts, taxis, umbrellas, buildings the list goes on. The Thai love colour. So do I.
Still no words for Paris. It was autumn, the shadows were looong.
I have no words for Paris. Needless to say, there will be more than one post from Paris. Let's start with the views from Le Tour Eiffel.
Oxford. A famous university city full of elegant, honey coloured buildings and a wonderful place to wander. I was there for less than a day but I could have spent many, exploring the narrow cobbled lanes and charming, bike studded university grounds. Next time.
I can't tell you much about Trapani, except that I had an amazing bombolone alla Nutella at a bustling pasticceria on the way through. Trapani for me was about one thing. The salt flats. And they did not disappoint. Think shallow coastal waters, canals, windmills and mounds of snow-like, freshly harvested salt.
Arriving in Cefalù felt a bit like arriving in the Greek Islands, or maybe it's all in the name. A serene little town sitting pretty between its small bay on the Tyrrhenian Sea and the towering granite mountain of La Rocca.
Cefalù was all about colour for me. From dreamy pastel pinks, yellows and greens to the striking blues of the sky and sea, and its accompanying beach umbrellas.
It didn't steal my heart from Siracusa but a gorgeous little town nevertheless!
And then there was Siracusa, or more specifically the island of Ortigia, joined to the mainland by bridges. Oh my! Architectural styles vary widely on this tiny island - Greek and Roman ruins, Medieval Norman buildings and loads of subtle Baroque details. With limestone as far as the eye can see and blown-out white skies, this spectacular little island stole my heart.
Gerocarne - The City of the Master Potters. First stop on my recent European adventure was Gerocarne. A small town of less than two thousand people, nestled in a valley in the Province of Vibo Valentia, Calabria. Historically a town of potters, though few remain, it is filled with beautiful moments of colour, stone and concrete.
