
Rönök, Hungary: The iron curtain
I’m easily distracted. Especially if I don’t have a deadline. Driving to Graz, Austria, we watched the slow metamorphosis of the villages as we moved

I’m easily distracted. Especially if I don’t have a deadline. Driving to Graz, Austria, we watched the slow metamorphosis of the villages as we moved

Ah, the number of times we’ve driven through Nagykapornak on our way to and from the county seat of Zalaegerszeg. We’d spot the twin domes

There’s an earthiness about the Italian city of Genoa (Genova) that appeals to me. Perhaps it’s because it’s a port city. Maybe it’s because of

For someone so attached to old stuff, I’m enjoying whatever detour it is that I’m on. I’m a huge fan of tradition and have, on

I met my friend Kajal in Bangalore many moons ago where both of us studied with the late Dick McHugh SJ. I’ve been following her

Bordeaux. A colour. A wine. A French city. A city that wasn’t on my radar as I’m not a massive fan of red wine. We

I ended up in a yacht race once, thinking I was going along to dribble my toes in the water as I lolled on deck

I grew up with St Anthony, the saint who, for a fee, can find just about anything you’ve lost. And you don’t have to be

Trieste feels different. It’s very much an Italian city, and yet it feels different. Almost entirely surrounded by Slovenia, perhaps it’s had to absorb more

There is such a thing as having too much … of a good thing. I’m a massive fan of the Biennale – ‘a celebration of