I came to see Toulouse, the Pink City, when I could catch a production of La Traviata. This is my story of a screw-up that turned out fine; and I share great aria links.
Three days, two plays, one concert, several cask ales, meeting up with friends and doing lots of walking added up to a satisfying stay in the heart of London.
I didn't stay in hostels when I traveled in my student years, except for one night in Cap d'Ail where I didn't find other options.…
Blind alley to this hostel Monday of my second week, I changed hostels, with a fellow traveler's help getting my luggage to the square for…
Monday, first day: Zip! After my rough arrival night, out in the cold, I was freezing and miserable, with a very sore throat, stuffy head,…
The unforgettable Grand Place of Brussels I first saw Brussels with its astounding Grand Place when I was ten years old. And I never forgot…
After just three nights in Paris, I caught a train to Auxerre, capital of the Yonne, a department of Bourgogne-Franche-Comté. I've roamed around Burgundy by…
Here I am: first stop, Paris. Total indulgence as it hardly relates to finding where to live. On the other hand, the three days will…