- Photo Essays
Arriving in Český Krumlov and wandering through the cobbled streets is quite literally like stepping into a fairytale. The town’s location on a bend in the Vlatava River in the hills of South Bohemia in the Czech Republic only enhances this.
It is a slightly less likely destination in the winter months, but with far fewer tourists this time of year can be even more beautiful and intriguing: Imagine…mulled wine in cosy bars; horse riding or hiking in the hills of Bohemia; enjoying delicious, hot garlic and cheese soup; or sinking into some cushions and sipping tea in the Dobra Cajovna Tea House.
The Eiffel Tower is one of the most recognised landmarks in the world, and while I completely adore Paris I’m afraid it’s most visited attraction has never really done much for me.
While it is undeniably iconic and synonymous with the Parisian cityscape, I remember being quite underwhelmed and a little disappointed by the Eiffel Tower and the hordes of tourists swarming at its base.
But in the evening all of this changes and the City of Light lives up to its name.
The springtime blossoms are spiraling through the air like snow flurries and my hay fever is going crazy, but right now I couldn’t care less:
It’s just so easy to. This tiny region in central Italy is often overlooked but if anyone knows how to pack a whole lot of goodness into one small region, it’s the Umbrians. So much that it will leave you wanting more.
Even the name excites me. Iceland. A land of Ice.
I am told Iceland is a place that you fall blissfully in love with and keep returning to, again and again.
This tiny island that floats on the edge of the Arctic has intrigued me for years. Its vast open spaces; the rugged natural beauty; iceberg choked lakes; thundering waterfalls; the largest ice cap outside the north and south poles; the elusive northern lights…who wouldn’t be intrigued by Iceland?
But I never imagined going there alone.
Last winter, a friend and I rented an apartment in Paris. From the giant solid-wood doors that led into our charming little courtyard we could see the majestic stature of Notre Dame, just a couple of blocks away.
Our tiny street was home to half a dozen restaurants, a fromagerie (cheese shop), a boulangerie (patisserie), a supermarket, Saturday craft markets, a couple of Parisian art galleries and was smack-bang in the heart of the Latin Quarter.