Once upon a time, when transport had hooves, there was a villa beside the one-lane Barceolona-Madrid highway…. Photostory – notes below.
Left brain: go home. Think about it. Give it some time. Let them settle in, then go back and review on an established product. Right brain: People need to know about this place! Left brain: They already do. Other media are all over this place. You can’t provide anything they […]
Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to go on a desert safari that wasn’t like all the others in Dubai…. Photostory. Details follow.
What do you think of when someone says “Italian”? For me, foremost, it’s always food. Pizza, followed by pasta. Gingham tablecloths, chunky white glazed terracotta pitchers filled with light red wine. Overhead pergolas creaking under the weight of hundred-year-old grape vines. Patchwork quilt panoramas over blanketed fields and forest of […]
My husband calls this area the soul of Dubai. Perhaps it is, but I think not. It’s quiet. Too quiet. Just a falafel-throw away are the heaving and heavily fumed streets of Bur Dubai, an area of trade. Banks, bazaars, law courts and embassies are interspersed with crumbling apartment blocks […]
When someone in my group of food-obsessed blogging friends started jumping up and down about a burger joint called Shake Shack, I had absolutely thought that she meant Sheikh Shack. I pictured this majlis-style hot spot with a swanky modern take on the Bedouin tent. An elite place for the […]
HWZBC7SW6Q6Y I’d like you to close your eyes for a moment. Now open them, because I need you to keep reading. But pretend they are still closed, and take yourself back to age 7. Drop all your baggage, your knowledge, your mistakes, regret, rational thought, tooth decay, and ask yourself […]
“You are going to have a very comfortable old age” That, I seriously doubt. With my love of Champagne, Bouche D’affinois, chocolate truffles and many other vessels of alcohol, sugar and saturated fat, combined with my complete lack of willpower, I am probably going to spend my old age unable […]
This is what I picture when I imagine a Paris cafe. I’ve never really liked the term “soft opening” when referring to the commencement of a business. It’s a term restaurants and hotels like to use to describe that they have in fact opened, but have not had a big […]