Basel was my preferred destination - even months in advance, you'd be guaranteed that Roger Federer would play the Swiss Indoors Open. The Swiss Franc's resilience, and the insistence of the majority, meant I owed Gel 25 euros, and a trip to Paris at the fag end of October was on the cards. Jayanta... (more) On the overnight train to Berlin from Paris, I was accompanied in a 6-seater cabin by a recently-retired Parisian from Berlin. I choose that particular turn of phrase and not vice-versa, as in her own words - "I live with my children in Berlin. Paris is home."
After quickly enquiring about which ... (more)
It's not often that you encounter something so staggeringly, obscenely immense that all things new and old, intriguing and mundane, colourful and bland are all rendered insignificant to the point of forgetfulness.
Often when I take a country's name, I instinctively associate a colour with it. Ne... (more)