Ashes and blue skies: a Palermo travelogue.

Warm air rushes in to fill the plane. We disembark by row, adhering scrupulously to the new socially-distant orthodoxy, ditching Continue reading →

Saving a corner of wilderness.

Regulars of this blog will know that I originally hail from NW Italy. I was born in Piedmont but spent Continue reading →

Every day is Legs Day if you’re in Lisbon.

“Every day is Legs Day if you’re a dog” once said a philosophy-inclined former colleague of mine. For those of Continue reading →

À la recherche du bar perdu.

There was a bar, once. A weekend away with friends. An April escapade with mates from high school, an occasion Continue reading →

The worst-named animal in the world.

As far as names are concerned, few animals have had it as bad as the Orca. Popularly known as “killer Continue reading →

The first globe-trotter.

We live in an age where travel is becoming a commodity. £300 return fares, London-New York, non-stop. £60 tickets for Continue reading →

Der Himmel Über London.

The sky at night over London is alive. Perhaps not with immortal angels listening in to the thoughts of those Continue reading →

Beyoğlu’s resilience.

I’ve since long harboured the dream of having – or, more modestly, staying at – a house on the Bosporus. Continue reading →