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Monthly Archives: November 2006
Fast Train Slow
Ever feel small? (Santa Maria della Steccata) Here I am in my very own microcosm, in the Hotel Torino, in central Parma. Very central, as promised in the writeup on TripAdvisor’s Parma forum, and my room faces a courtyard so … Continue reading
Paris in the rain
Today it was grey and spitting with rain. Better that than pouring I suppose. Nevertheless, there is much one can do underground or inside. So I made my way to the Gare de Lyon to have the anticipated tussle with … Continue reading
Paris in the sunshine
It’s been a beautiful day in France. Started off well in London but the clouds had gathered by the time my enormous bags and I got to Waterloo (thank you again Andrew) to board the Eurostar. An uneventful and comfortable … Continue reading
Fish for supper
Where it all began, at the Fish Works on Regent’s Park Road in Primrose Hill. A lovely table in a lovely flat. Starting in style: marinated anchovies from Sainsbury’s, plus artichoke salad and Lebanese Coleslaw from the Green Valley. Red … Continue reading
A day in the country
Evidently we defied death and ivy for the sake of a pleasant perambulation through Kent on a dry and breezy Friday afternoon. Set off from (truly and appropriately) Sole Street station and walked a wide circle to reach a pretty … Continue reading









