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Stories from travels in

March 2016

Walking on air

There’s something a little surreal about being about to walk around a city without once going outside. Given the cruelty of the Minnesota winter, this

Seven steps to near heaven

Fusing the flavours of the Far East with those of Europe, Baraka was born in Budapest in 2001. This gem of a restaurant has seen

Floured

I’m not a great one for museums. Unless of course they’re connected to the Holocaust, genocide, resistance, war, the Inquisition – things that we need

Bussin’ on up…

I don’t have a TV in the flat. I can’t have a TV in the flat.  I could have one if I wanted one but

Moving to Madtown?

One of the last questions I ask myself as I pack my bags and get ready to move on is whether or not I could

Frank Lloyd Wright in Milwaukee

When I get something in my head, I’m like a chicken with a speck of blood. I start to fixate. I have even been known

Mistaken identity

On occasion my own stupidity astonishes me. I’m gullible. There are times I find it hard to distinguish between fact and fiction. And sometimes I just get

We planned, Wisconsin laughed

I was excited. Very excited. The day was planned. A lunchtime catch-up with a cousin I’d not seen in years in Wisconsin Dells, followed by

Glarus, WI

In Wisconsin recently, I had cause to give the descriptive ‘new’ some thought. I knew that New Jersey was named after the Channel Island of Jersey and had

What I miss most…

Ireland, Hungary, and the USA are three countries where I feel local, places I’ve lived for long periods. I still feel Irish and don’t lay

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