Travel for art’s sake: Brescia, Christo and The Floating Piers

There was no instagram or snapchat when Christo and Jeanne-Claude’s work The Gates was realized. Not even twitter. In 1995, when they finally were allowed to wrap the Reichstag, you couldn’t even google (though admittedly there was yahoo). Yet somehow we still heard of these projects, and the visuals of the completed works remained firmly etched… Read More Travel for art’s sake: Brescia, Christo and The Floating Piers

Four days in Baku

“Is the crisis better or worse?” “Worse.” When the writer Paul Theroux retraced his mid 1970s adventures of The Great Railway Bazaar three decades later, he wrote in the sequel Ghost Train to the Eastern Star: “Baku doesn’t need tourists. It’s a wealthy place.” Today, Azerbaijan is deep in an economic crisis precipitated by falling global… Read More Four days in Baku

Where to eat in Berlin if you’re Muslim, Jewish, sorta veg, lactose intolerant or just don’t want cream and pork in your food!

All in all, in Germany – and yes, even in my somewhat “edgy” city of Berlin – it’s just not so easy to have a restaurant meal unlaced with pork or cream.  Often enough, you’re (un)lucky to get both in one dish.  German monochromatic cooking (white, beige, or brown) thrives on cream and pork in… Read More Where to eat in Berlin if you’re Muslim, Jewish, sorta veg, lactose intolerant or just don’t want cream and pork in your food!

This week at the local market: Porter’s Market, Cape Town, South Africa

This week’s posting is by guest blogger Stiv, my man on the street in Cape Town.  Stay tuned for more of his wonderfully descriptive postings of the South African culinary scene. Enjoy! When I first started travelling the world, I learned that when you come from a place like South Africa, you are the exotic,… Read More This week at the local market: Porter’s Market, Cape Town, South Africa

Last week in Budapest – some culinary highlights

My decade-old culinary memories from my first trip to Budapest et environs are twofold. First, the lukewarm “capuccino” two parts whipped cream to one part coffee sipped endlessly on chilly November days on the southern shore of Lake Balaton.  We were bunking at Club Aliga – a then just-post-socialist elite retreat that is now, I… Read More Last week in Budapest – some culinary highlights