The whimsy and witchery of York can be felt in its wonderful small streets and historical corners. I tried to capture its historical marvel in the photos below. But don’t get me wrong, York offers much more than The Shambles (and Little Shambles) – a cute and magical street that you probably must have seen in the many British TV shows involving witches. Continue Reading…
“The world passeth away, and the lust thereof” – says the Latin inscription below the Corpus Clock in Cambridge. The most amazing clock, built to remind us, its viewers, in a dramatic way the inevitable passing of time. The Chronophage (literally “time eater”, from Greek) the grasshopper or locust moves its mouth, appearing to “eat up” the seconds as they pass, and occasionally it “blinks” in seeming satisfaction.
So are the attractions of Cambridge: amazingly goth, surreal and full of history. Continue Reading…
I have found the perfect baby blue scarf. It’s silky and it’s McQueen. Am I corporate enough now, with a twist? Could have been better, but I can’t complain. Can’t complain because I am surrounded by flowers everywhere I go and that makes me so happy. The middle of Spring is what I live for. Continue Reading…
It’s been a cruel Summer… err… Spring. Wishful thinking creeping in. A cruel, rainy and cold Spring. Winter doesn’t seem to let go this year. Must be nature karma, coming back for my woes as last Summer I suffered in Sicily, as the heat was almost unbearable. Nevertheless, I can still grab my Winter coat and go to the nearest magnolia tree. A bit frosty, a bit under the weather, its flowers a bit affected by the cold. Don’t be fooled by the sun, it was not warm. Continue Reading…
It was November. The Christmas Markets were barely open. The promise of cold weather, witches and alchemy was too good to pass by. A trip to Prague was made. Full of tourists night and day, Prague offers an atmosphere that encapsulates and draws you in, brick by brick. Literally. Continue Reading…
When did Summer go away? I was so sure only two weeks ago I walked the beaches of Sicily. In 40 degrees (Celsius). I was so sure. And right now I’m forced to cover myself head to toe and bathe in Summer melancholy. I am always thrust into the realization that Summer is gone and somehow freeze, trying to switch to another season. A dreaded colder season.
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