If the question is what could possibly induce me to visit Quebec in late November with the daytime temperature reaching minus 16 then the answer is to watch one of the most talented artists in the world perform in his home town of Montreal. Continue reading →
I am penning these words sitting in the somewhat dated but cosy restaurant car as we speed across the partly forested Siberian Plain between Krasnoyarsk and Irkutsk on the Trans-Siberian railway. And perhaps I should address one misnomer at the very beginning Continue reading →
Paris in the Spring is a magical place, beloved by writers, filmmakers, poets and romantics but there is always a problem when I come here each Spring – I do not get to see much of Paris!
For me and many others who flock to Paris at the end of each May, Paris means one thing only Continue reading →
Paris in the Spring is a magical place, beloved by writers, filmmakers, poets and romantics but there is always a problem when I come here each Spring – I do not get to see much of Paris!
Notes from a Nomad 