The worst part of living in Melbourne, the world’s most liveable city, is travelling to places that are, inevitably, less liveable. When we travel I am all like “Eating baguette and cheese in the shade of the Eiffel Tower is good and stuff, if only Paris were a little more liveable”, or “Venice’s stunning architecture and endless charming canals are breathtaking, it’s just lacking a bit of liveability”. Enter Vienna. Continue reading “Vienna”
noun : a part of a city, especially a slum area, occupied by a minority group or groups.
Most people would understand what was meant if an area of a city was refered to as a ‘ghetto’. A few weeks ago we visited the original ghetto – Gheto.
Last week we jumped aboard an EasyJet flight to Budapest. It was one of the places we knew least about before leaving, so we arrived with no expectations and open minds. Six days later we left having enjoyed every minute of our time and wondering when we’ll come back. Continue reading “Budapest, and why I no longer fit in my jeans”
Even in summer, when tourists outnumber locals more than two to one, Venice is a city where people live. In any place where people live, stuff needs to happen day-to-day. This stuff can get complicated when everything needs to happen by boat or on foot. Continue reading “Normal city things, Venetian style”
The 25th May is a public holiday in France – Ascension Day, signifying the 40th day of Easter when Jesus dropped the mic here on Earth and went to heaven. We took advantage of this in the south of France. Luckily for us, public holidays and weekends are completely irrelevant for the time being. However, the time off meant we could spend an extra long weekend with Laurent and Agnes and family. Continue reading “Hanging with the Brus”
When we were young and stupid, we spent the night in the house of random strangers after finding ourselves with no bed for the night. Now 15 years later we are driving 8 hours to southern France to spend a week with those same randoms. Continue reading “French people are nice”