13.9 C
Nice, France
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
From the balmy Friday afternoon rush hour, the occasional tropical breeze whiffs in; offering instant relief and a refreshing sensation as I walked, dripping in sweat, along the bustling Ann Siang street ­of Singapore‘s Chinatown. After an hour’s shopping extravaganza,...
  Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia - The early morning call of the muezzin at the nearby Masjid Negara, the country’s national mosque, echoed in the silence of the dawn. While many are still asleep, for the city’s almost half Muslim population,...
  It was hard to say when summer arrived in the Alt Empordà, the upper part of Catalonia, in the northeast corner of Spain. The fresh milled olive scent that clung in the air had vanished. Swallows returned to the...
  Against the closing of spring and just as summer is about to hit, our car zoomed along the curvy asphalt, passing several “Ausfahrt” signs with France miles away. Had we not confused ourselves with the German “Ausfahrt” from the...
  Cruseilles, France - On a steep, narrow country road at 1,150 meters above sea level, my travel partner accelerated the engine aiming at the waggish sound of alpine bells.  As herdsmen rallied the cows to graze on the undulating...
  How do you keep a still gaze on Michelangelo’s David?   Well, I didn’t. Forget about his biblical nature. David is butt-naked! Perhaps, it’s no surprise that a group of Japanese tourists giggled sporadically. While it was not hard to comprehend why;...
In many ways, a story can always be written and at times, be told. If I have to start mine, I’d like begin in the region of Bordeaux.   Now, this is a story about passion, patience and tradition. Like stories...
  My first glimpse of La Sagrada Familia, a fanciful looking cathedral and the most imposing landmark in the city of Barcelona, is of curious tourists gazing toward the sheer verticality of the somewhat melted cake like structure.   “If you only...
On some occasions, certain details are more questionable than others. For example: the day of the week. Could it still be Friday? Most likely. But it surely wasn’t a Friday because I am in Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA), pushing...
  Through the large glass paneled windows blurred by the cold mist of the Andalusian winter, the clip-clop of well-shod hooves from the carriage horses striking the solid cobblestones streams in muffled and mellow. Dialogue swells across the dusty tavern...

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