I do not know what everyone else does with their time if they’re not planning meals, shopping for food, cooking meals, or eating them. I wish I understood what banalities these people filled their lives with.
Paris is a question I simply do not know how to pose. Grime and gold; reality and perception; vaping shops and tourist tat.
Each night I would pore over guide books, plotting routes all over the city, hoping to pluck up the courage to make my way in to any one of the eateries that I aspired to get in to. There was no barrier but my own insecurity.
I have started by cutting the meat-based dishes down to two a week. That sounds considerably more than a vegan diet should contain – because it is – but this is a path, not a teleportation.
A capital city is a capital city is a capital city, or so one would expect. Tbilisi is a different kettle of fish: its old town comprising so many ancient disciplines and styles, no other country could possibly compete with it.
To the British mind Australia is the dictionary definition of paradise.
We live in a perpetual gloom, where the only true communal activity is moaning about how gloomy it is.
Sometimes I develop a romantic notion in my head of a place – somewhere I have usually never even been to – which bears absolutely no relation to reality. Well, now it is the turn of Canada.