I’m playing with experimenting with technology today at Inside the Travel Lab. So here’s a cool photo from the island of Miya Jima (Shrine Island) in Japan to keep you entertained while I meddle with connections to Inside the Travel Lab’s Facebook Page.
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A Photo Journey Through the Capital of Wales
The Taff Trail strides through the valleys of South Wales, taking in castles, countryside and what has been optimistically described as “industrial archaeology.”I’ve strolled, cycled and even rollerbladed along its path, although I’ve never made the complete trip from the capital city of Cardiff through to the town [...]
In Morocco, the colours dazzle.
Marketplaces, in particular, fire up my photoreceptors faster than I can manage to take photos.
Pedro Almodóvar, one of Spain’s greatest directors, travels back to his homeland of La Mancha with this film. Volver contrasts the city life of Madrid against…
It’s not a flashy photo but I love this shot from Rio, Brazil. I was walking between those iconic beaches, Ipanema and Copacabana, when I saw…
Geneva is a city with an international reputation and Place du Molard clearly wants people to feel at home. Snuggled among the charcoal cobbles, glowing squares say hello in languages from around the world.
At least I assume that’s what they mean. I couldn’t translate them all…
Find more travel photos – and all sorts of welcomes [...]
Mont Blanc, the white mountain, rises out of the Alps to claim the title of the highest peak in Western Europe. I’ve been lucky enough to..
Set in the streets of Barcelona around the time of the Civil War, The Shadow of the Wind delivers poetic melancholy, gothic..
They may look as though they’re just potatoes with more wrinkles than Mick Jagger and a crusting of salt on the top but
Holy smoke. Just back from the most beautiful and terrifying drive of my life. Words to follow. Can you guess where it is?
Part of PhotoFriday at DeliciousBaby
High in the Andes, our little boat jolts unevenly as it battles with Lake Titicaca’s choppy waves. The sky is overcast but even without the heavy clouds we’d struggle to see the shore. South America’s largest lake lives at 3,800 metres, separates two countries and behaves like a mountainous ocean god.
However, it’s not the lake [...]
Crema catalana is often described as a Catalan crème brûlée, a dessert with a rugged, citrus twist on the delicate French classic. But don’t be fooled by the apparent resilience of this custard dish. The…
On Saturday I discovered one of my favourite things in a city – a free art gallery. Better yet, a gallery that also hosts dance performances, and that’s where I caught up with Claire Cunningham and José Agudo in their joint project, 4m2.
Everyone talks in whispers, the omnipresent classical music giving the atmosphere of a reverential mass, or perhaps a mix between a library, an art gallery and heartbreak hotel.
Across Japan, amidst the crowds or within the privacy of solitude, people read their fortunes and say their prayers. Depending on whether they like what they read, they tie the paper in neat knots outside the temple.
As a thriller, I enjoyed this book almost until its conclusion, however as a travelogue I loved it all the way through.
A little further out, however, Seville reveals its modern face, the lights and the energy of a city on the up.
The streets of Havana are restless, active places – and that’s why I love this photo so much. Life is lived outside, from children playing football in the dust, to laundry drying, to neighbours
Remember the time when a photograph was something we held in our hands, waited for weeks to see and then painstakingly arranged in albums we could touch? Or in my case, at least, stuffed them in a cardboard box somewhere with great plans to do all that at some vague point in the future.
A brief post to let you know that life isn’t all sad news and HTML code at the moment.
FRENCH FRIDAYS
A shiny pink intestine sits on the Charles-de-Fitte Avenue in Toulouse, reaching out of the ground to an overpowering height. I’ve always had the feeling that the museum curators don’t call it the intestine, but Toulousains certainly do.
It’s a handy landmark for giving directions – and it symbolizes the entrance to Toulouse’s museum [...]
In Europe’s largest aquarium, small creatures still command attention.
Oceanográfico, Valencia, Spain
France does not claim steak tartare as its own…
Andalucia has embraced the tomato and created a dish that’s perfect for its parched plains.
Gazpacho, like pizza, had humble beginnings
Formerly a no-go area, street artists with vision have covered doorways and walls with innovative colourful work…
Place du Capitole, or Place Cap to the locals, is the beating heart of Toulouse and…
Over the years, I’ve travelled by coach, plane and train to reach the City of Lights. I even hitch-hiked once. Each time I arrive, I remember why I keep coming. It’s for views like this – and the onion soup, of course
Without a doubt, Wild Swans influenced my travels more than any other book. Detailed, intense and unflinching, it tells the story of girls with bound feet, Mao’s revolution and the famines and doctrines…
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