Trapped in amber for a life
Bloc Party and beers in Brussels, Belgium. What Brexit?
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So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?
In which we acclimatise nicely to villa life.
Besties in Paradise
Coming to a screen near you.
But by night it is a fairy-tale city, descending over lighted terraces to the sea
I got adopted.
The sisterhood of the travelling pants
Rhodes, sunshine and the (brief) return of Paris
One ciao is good, three is better
And don’t forget it’s three cheek kisses in Europe.
White Islands
Have I said this before? How wonderfully disorientating I find it to land in a foreign place after dark, not knowing what to expect when you wake the next day…
The Riga alphabet: Aperšbiksen, Black Balzam, cider, daiquiris.
This weekend we went to Riga. As you do.
A prime site for dreams, the East’s exuberant vision of the West, the West’s uneasy hallucination of the East.
…and then we all felt brilliant the next morning and did heaps of really dedicated sightseeing and decided that that was way better than drinking anyway so stayed in the next night and played cards instead.
Lies.
#MyHiddenTreasureChest, a weekend in Budapest
We’re here for Chandler’s thirtieth birthday. He’s been given a big gaudy birthday badge and he isn’t shy about tapping it and issuing birthday commands. His first? Everyone must order a full litre of the local beer, Dreher at lunch. This, plus a Weiner schnitzel the size of birthday boy’s face apiece, costs each of us about 3000 Hungarian forent, the equivalent of less than ten quid. It’s a revelation. After being persistent paupers in London, we feel like emporers in Hungary.
An unsettlingly big place 