My dear friends and fellow bloggers, I am back!
We spent most of May traveling through Portugal, visiting various sights and sampling local cuisine.
We began the journey in Porto.
No.1 The unassuming Michelin three-star restaurant has only 25 tables. Reservations are booked months ahead. Online reservation is now available by clicking the réserver button from their website.
No.2 Dinner starts at 20:15 and is one-seating only. Everybody gets the same surprise menu designed by chef Pascal Barbot.
The day we visited Petit Palais in Paris
Its courtyard garden was blazing with spring blossoms.
If you’ve read my post about one dark and stormy night (with a delish chocolate hazelnut cake), you would know that I’d been trying to see Marc Chagall’s paintings in person for years without much success. So when I heard that the Russian-born artist of Belarusian Jewish origin painted the ceiling of the famous opera house in Paris, and that Juan Diego Flórez – a Peruvian tenor who received his country’s highest decoration at the age of 31 – would be performing a recital at Palais Garnier during the time of our visit, I did not waste any time in acquiring a ticket.
This is a guest post by my friend and fellow blogger Katia Dickenson of uxprofit.blog.
In mid-Feburary, Katia and her family went on a week-long jaunt to Maui. Throughout the week they journeyed across the island, visited a cat sanctuary, toured a chocolate factory and dined very well along the way. Below is a report from Katia on the food aspect of Maui, accompanied by her professional quality photos, which made me want to book a trip to Hawaii’s second largest island right away!
“This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain’s very important. That’s when Paris smells its sweetest. It’s the damp chestnut trees.” – I can almost hear Audrey Hepburn saying those words in her 1954 film Sabrina.
“It was a beautiful summer morning. Silver gleamed in the windows of the gold and silver smith, and the light that fell obliquely on the cathedral shimmered in the cracks of the grey stones. A flock of birds circled in the blue sky around the trefoils pinnacle turrets.”
When I committed to spending a night at the Ice Hotel in Quebec, Canada, I pictured a cozy well-lit room with warm beds and a fireplace.
“For my part, I wish the eagle had not been chosen as the representative of this country. He is a bird of bad moral character; he does not get his living honestly.”
— Benjamin Franklin
Two weekends ago, I went to see our National Bird.
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