Lizzy is mid-sentence when she takes in a sharp breath and stops talking. Her voice lowers. “Too loud,” she mutters, succinctly, nodding towards the two women behind Ali and me. “We’re being *commented* on.” Shortly thereafter the two women pick … Continue reading
It took me two-thirds of the book InterRail to work out what it reminded me of, but finally it came to me: Accidental Death of an Anarchist by Dario Fo. There’s something about the author Alessandro Gallenzi’s way of writing … Continue reading
I’ve been playing with Tripline, a new site that maps your journeys. You have the option to add commentary, music, photos – whatever you want, really. Lots of fun! So here’s my journey from Sicily to Somerset, with music, map … Continue reading
I’m standing in a muddy field in Somerset in the pouring rain, listening to bands, dancing like a loon and drinking cider. You might think I was at Glastonbury. I’m not. I’m in Galhampton, a little village that you’ve probably … Continue reading
At first I thought the snotty nose was because of the cats and dogs – and I’m not just talking about the rain. I’m in England, land of cream teas, cricket and dreadful weather. To be fair, Wimbledon’s on at … Continue reading
Welcome to the 1 July edition of the Carnival of Europe! We kick off this month with a submission from Zhu, who presents The French And Their Bathrooms posted at Correr Es Mi Destino. She says, “I first noticed the … Continue reading
