Paris, Paree, Parigi

The first, admittedly questionable, truism is that it isn’t 100 % clear how Paris got its status of celebrity. It doesn’t deserve notoriety either. It’s like one of those weird-looking top models with an awkward nose, sallow face and grey eyes that get more work than their better looking peers. Paris has had one of … More Paris, Paree, Parigi

Munich.

I’m in Munich, Monaco, München. Bavaria, Bayern, Baviera. And it is disperse, deserted and quiet. Which is odd because today is the day of the start of the Oktoberfest, which starts in September. The streets around the centre are cobbled, pebbled and full of dead and brown and crisp leaves. Traffic is fluid outbound, nearly absent … More Munich.

Riga, Latvia. Vulgar Beyond Reason, Fun Way Over Expectations

The Moon Safari club in Riga is stupendously vulgar. Coarse beyond belief. You’ve been to Las Vegas or in the roughest bars in Caracas? That’s amateur. The most vulgar club I’d ever been to before I visited Riga was a saggy and malodorant strip club in Las Vegas. The critical part is I said “was”. … More Riga, Latvia. Vulgar Beyond Reason, Fun Way Over Expectations

Monaco.

It was a rainy sunday. Classic, isn’t it? Sunshine during the week, dreary rain at weekends. Still, rain it was. Appointments were made and things were prepared. Monaco was the destination. The Principality, that is. If I were to actually describe my day in Monaco I’d probably need just a word and it would be “likeyoubloodygetintoacompletelydifferentworld”. … More Monaco.