Just before Christmas, Monsieur and I collapsed onto a Eurostar train to Paris unaware that we would have free in-carriage entertainment for a good portion of our trip. Soon after the train glided away from the platform, a bilingual girl, no more than 10 years old, had a fight with her little sister as they sat across the…
Month: February 2008
The London Dunder-ground
One of the pleasures of living in London has to be adventures on the public transport system. I’ve decided to keep a log of how many times I am delayed on the tube and the creative excuses that come over the tannoy… Do check for my updates because you know they’ll be frequent! July 2008:…
Protected: A Kiwi, A Frog and A Big, White Ball.
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A Rocamadour high
The alarm went off in the dark. Usually, getting up pre-dawn means one of two things: illness or an early flight. Today was a case of the latter, but not in the normal sense. We left the hotel just as a hint of breaking sun highlighted the river mist, following the trusty Michelin map to…
Too long in London?
When I jumped on the plane that would take me to London, I never knew I’d stay here for so long. At first, I made common mistakes of vocabulary, such as calling a chap “spunky”, only to have my English flatmate explain that although she watched the Australian soap, Neighbours, and therefore knew what I…
The Positano Effect
It was a beautiful Neapolitan day in August 2005 when we decided to venture out onto the Amalfi Coast to explore this famous winding corniche. Wishing we had a sixties convertible with the top down, a chic headscarf and huge “Do you know who I am?” sunglasses, I couldn’t believe that this area really was…
Precious reminders
As long as I’ve been travelling, I’ve collected mementoes to remind me of special places or experiences. As I write, I’m surrounded by many of them: a small, treasured oil of the Doge’s Palace in Venice, a mass-produced Eiffel Tower in grey metal, a photo of Monsieur holding a kitten at a pilgrim’s hostel in…
Epicurienne – who is she?
Epicurienne, travel lover and amateur foodie, was born in New Zealand, where the green-lipped mussels and Tip Top ice cream spoiled her tastes forever. At university she studied European languages before crossing the Tasman to become a Sydney-sider for a while. After a year in Oz, replete with bush fires and dramatic sunsets, hotel shift work and the delight…
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