As I was strolling around Baden-Baden, Germany, one fine afternoon in October 2004, this beautiful Russian Orthodox church caught my eye.
One of the things you're supposed to do when you visit Carcassonne is to try the cassoulet, a dish made with meat and white beans, served like a stew. Kathryn got a photo of hers before she dug in. Our cassoulet was made with a pork sausage and had a roasted duck thigh too. The… Continue reading Cassoulet languedocien, enjoying a hearty lunch in Carcassonne
Christian let me know that I had to order the right beer for the city I was in. In Düsseldorf, they brew Alt, so that's what they drink. In Cologne, they brew and drink Kölsch. I would be frowned upon if I ordered a beer in the wrong city. Those fortunate enough to live in Monheim am Rhein could order either, when in Monheim, of course.
I've been reviewing a lot of my old travel blog posts recently and sharing the more interesting ones on Facebook and Twitter. While doing this, I noticed a glaring omission on my part. There was a story I never told because, at the time, I was so embarrassed by my naiveté with respect to the opposite… Continue reading The English woman on the train from Ljubljana to Salzburg
Like many of the cities I've visited recently, you have to look to the historic center to appreciate Zagreb. Apart from the center, it's a concrete, Communist-era shit-hole.