Fabulous coffee, art galleries, good wine, wonderful pizza, pasta… Shopping! Tasteful designs and impeccable craftsmanship on honey-coloured, luscious leather – all in a city festooned with suave, stylish and, somehow, fashionably cold and aloof people. As if I needed more reasons to justify my decamping to Milan during that bloody depressing post-new year winter.
Late in bed, with a mind that refuses to switch off, AlexandraLuella rambles on about her secret paint-sniffing habits. Also, shows you a side of London – if that does lure you into this post, then hey it works.
December 2016 was a tough month. When I struggled to express myself in words, these colours in Roma helped. Another post for what seems like a new “The World in Pictures” category in this blog. The descriptions are written in Chinese.
What you see when you look at travel photography? The ones untainted by smears of vanity. Realistic portrayals of the place rather than the traveller. A slice of time that freezes and transcends corporeal boundaries. Can’t you hear them move in stillness? Can you see them speak? As promised, here is a full post of photos from Beijing. 41 of them out of the 536 I took over the span of five days. Let them talk. And you listen.
From the highly polluted air, stinky mung-bean milk to men who air their naked bellies like prized treasure on warm summer days, Beijing isn’t really the la-di-da destination darling like her other more flamboyant siblings. But as the red flag, charged with five golden stars, rises from Tiananmen Square at the crack of dawn, Beijing rises along. This is a city who has a wealth of history in her pouch, a commanding present and a limitless future willed by her unyielding dwellers. From exotic food to the Great Wall, the community spirit to the major tech players who have shored up the country’s economy and shaken the world today, AL taps on them all. Come get to know Beijing from the eyes of a five-day tourist. You will thank me for this.
“What do you want for your birthday?”
“Picnic by a castle.”
OK that’s it, grab your jacket. We are getting out of Amsterdam. Twice in this riling capital and I still haven’t learnt to love it. Only a one-hour train ride away, Delft is the perfect solution. This town gives you the most relaxing stroll by the emblematic Dutch canal, beautiful blue and white pottery, rich butter cookies and a peek into the life of Dutch Golden Age’s finest painter, Johannes Vermeer. No sight of cheap tasteless fish-net stockings. No terrible stench of smoking cannabis. Are you coming or are you coming?