Tuesday, October 28, 2008


More photos here.

Although London is undisputedly one of the greatest cities in the world, occasionally it can become a bit wearing. Which is exactly why L and I escaped to Venice this past weekend.

L and I have both traveled through Italy extensively, but I'd never made it to Venice, and as such, L insisted that we go. We flew in late on a Thursday evening, caught a bus into the city, and then hopped on a vaporetto (water bus) to the general vicinity of our hotel. Having arrived very late at night, our food options were limited, but we were lucky enough to find a pizzeria that reopened their kitchen for us. Dinner ended up being delicious, proper Italian, thin crust pizza in Piazza San Marco.

Our second day started perfectly: cappucini and cornetti, taken at the bar. It's one of the things I love the most about Italy – that breakfast is a simple, quick and yet delicious affair. The rest of the day was lovely as well – we wandered the streets of the city, taking the long way around, backtracking whenever we hit the canal and finally ended up having Prosecco on the canal's edge.

We actually avoided all of the museums and churches, with the above being the only exception. With just a weekend in the city, we thought it prudent to focus on the city itself. And really, how many paintings of Madonna and Child can one tourist stomach? In my case, it's very, very few.

The rest of the weekend was a blur of lovely meals, walking through Venice's narrow streets late into the night, and drinking wine at possibly inappropriately early hours. Other highlights included stumbling upon a community junk sale, a trip to the island of Murano (famous for its glass) and listening to the various ensembles of classical musicians trying to outdo each other in Piazza San Marco.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

A Different Route

Londoners seem to talk about a number of things while they make tea in the morning, but the morning commute (or "journey" as it's known here) is probably the most popular topic.

The other morning, my journey came to an abrupt end when the bus I was traveling on stopped its service prematurely. Not too far from my usual stop, I decided to walk to work. In doing so, I found myself behind Liverpool Street station and discovered, amongst other things, a water garden, a statue of a dying horse, and this oversized chess board.

Apologies for the poor photo – this was shot on my phone.