Showing posts with label travels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travels. Show all posts

Friday, October 7, 2011

The last sunny Friday


Naxos, 2011

As I tap away at work on the first Friday afternoon of the month, I couldn't help but notice that the sun is absolutely blazing and with clear blue skies. Feels like summer, and it does put you in a 'holiday' mood. Think big white brollies, pink vespa, blue skies. For that, a little photo from the lush island of Naxos off Greece.

Looks are deceiving -- it's just 14 degrees outside, but it's my favourite kind of weather.

TGIF !

Monday, October 3, 2011

Q3 round ups

Oia

There's been a bit of a hiatus on my part recently, due to visiting friends, long weekends, and a bit of a holiday with all the sunshine we've been getting at this part of the world. It is 3rd October today and sun is blazing through the window - 30 degrees! No coat, no tights, no sign of autumn / winter acoming. That said, I wished that autumn would ease in a little more gently. I can't complain much about the very pleasant sun (it makes people smile on Mondays, believe me!) but I can't wait for my favourite season of the year to roll by.

A quick update on what i've been up to since the last post.

:: I turned 30.
:: I made no resolutions on turning 30.
:: It was non-eventful, but a simple life is good that way. :)
:: two my lovely friends Siew and Jas visited London. It's always so nice to catch up with girlfriends from home
:: visits from other friends Mun and the newly married E who is about to move to Perth
:: a birthday trip to Barcelona
:: two weeks of hiking in the Meteoras, and flopping about in the Aegean sea
:: the most awesome picnic ever in regent's park enjoying the last of the summer roses
:: my once-a-year tennis game in Islington

Now that Q3 is properly over, I should get round to planning life in the next few months. A topic of discussion came up yesterday: 'if you could press a button to make yourself non-existent (i.e. it would be as if you never existed, and people around you will be 'obliviated' (to use H. Potter's term)), would you do that?' Right now, I can't really think why I'd do that, I am curious to know what the next decade brings. :)


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Sur La Loire

This summer has been long drawn out. I haven't been out of the city since June and have been in a little state of ennui, hence the lack of updates.

London, with its usual (un)ladylike temperant blowing hot and cold, sunny one day, and stormy the next, oh how I long for the sun!  On that note, I was really happy to spend a long weekend in sunny Tours.

The route to St Pierre des Corps was comfortable, serene and peaceful. No harrassed counter staff, no sprinting for airplanes, no turbulence. 

I managed to catch up on my reading and finally finished Fuschia Dunlop's Sharksfin and Szechuan Pepper, a travelogue of a british lady who made her way through China. Stepping out in Tours, a heatwave hit me. 32 degrees! Wow, I haven't had that since I was back in Singapore during CNY!

We took advantage of the lovely weather to hang out in the sun with family, having a picnic, taking a ride on the boat, and dipping our feet into the cold rushing stream of the Loire.


We were on Ile de Simon and there was small sand strip where people were sun bathing and a man fishing in his bathing suit admist the shallow waters.

There they are, mother and son having a little bonding time against the beautiful greenery of the Loire Valley.


Pont Wilson, the main bridge that connects the North and the South of the city, one that we've crossed a hundred times in the last 5 years.


The Loire Valley, very well known for their cheeses and in particular goat's cheese, as well as their charcuterie finds its best in a cave a vins in the centre of Tours which produces an impeccable list of wines, fabulous cheeses and home made rillet. The owners of the restaurant are friendly and patient as they help select an appropriate wine and take time to explain each cheese on your plate. I know Mr Mo has spent many an evening in this restaurant.

^^ Cheese to be consumed in a clockwise fashion.

We also spent time wandering about the streets of the old town, as we have done so, many times over. That said, I am constantly surprised by new sites, and structures that i've overlooked.

Tudor like structures...




Majestic old mansions....


All hidden in this gem of a city.

And my favourite bit of all, taking in abit of sunshine and the last of summer as the boat laps lazily across the river.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Focaccia madness


I should start this post by saying that someone asked me. 'why waste time making bread when it can be bought so cheaply?' My response -- the smell of bread in the oven gives me a warm fuzzy feeling but more importantly nothing can taste better than home made bread (done properly of course). Bread making also teaches one to be patient. Oh, so very patient.

Last Sunday I forayed into a long abandoned attempt to make focaccia, a flat baked italian bread. My last attempt in Spring garnered some rather encouraging comments, but goodness it was HARD. i mean, rock hard. Undetterred, I was determined to recreate the memory of that fabulous bite of home made ligurian focaccia  I shared with Mr Mo in Porto Venerre. 

That was a warm August day -- it was summer. Hot, sultry, with a gentle breeze of the sea. When someone told me that eating could actually be a sensory experience, I never knew what that meant until that day. Bread, hot from the oven, drizzled in olive oil so luscious, and sprinkled with salt that teased you with the scent of the Ligurian sea. All that intertwined together, oh my...I might have been in heaven.
All that from bread did you say? Yes. BREAD. 

So it was a rather dreary lazy Sunday, and I was slightly depressed that the summer sun had wandered off to greener pastures, and the memory of Liguria crept into my mind. So off i hopped to tescos to pick up some necessities -- Rosemary, Garlic, Bread Flour. You see, that, plus some good extra virgin olive oil, sea salt, yeast, a pair of hands, and oh -- patience!! Trust me. Anyone can make this :D


I picked out a recipe from the good folks at Rustico Cooking, tweaked the recipe a little and added some Rosemary and Garlic.
  • 300 g white bread flour.
  • 1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon fine sea salt
  • 1 teaspoon sugar
  • 1/2 cup extra-virgin olive oil, plus extra for greasing the bowl and pizza pan
  • 1 tablespoon or 5g of baker's yeast.
Mix the flour, 1 tablespoon of the salt, and the sugar and yeast in a bowl. Add 3/4 cup of warm water and ¼ cup of the olive oil. Stir with wooden spoon until the dough starts to form into a clump. Fold the dough for about 2 more minutes until it comes together, and knead with your hands for about 3 minutes. I find that oiling your hand with olive oil helps prevent the dough from sticking to your fingers. Add a little more flour if the dough is sticky or a little more water if the dough is dry.

By now, the dough should be smooth and supple, and rather soft but not sticky and wet; adjust with a little flour or wtaer as needed. Transfer to an oiled bowl and shape into a ball. Cover with a cloth and let rise at room temperature until doubled, about 1 hour.

Transfer the dough to a generously oiled round baking pan and push with your fingers until it extends to the sides of the pan. Let rest 30 minutes, covered. This second rise is very important as it makes the bread light and fluffy. Uncover the dough and dimple it with your fingers, using the pads rather than the nails so you don’t tear the dough. This is the most important step in the focaccia-making process; dimple the dough deeply for best flavor. Scatter the Rosemary and chopped garlic over the dough. Let it rise at room temperature 30 minutes, covered with a cloth.
Meanwhile, preheat the oven to 220degress celcius (preferably with a baking stone in it).

Combine the remaining ¼ cup of olive oil and the remaining teaspoon of salt with ¼ cup of room-temperature water in a bowl. Pour over the focaccia.

Bake the focaccia on the bottom rack of the oven (or place the baking pan on the baking stone) in the preheated oven for 20 minutes, or until golden on the top and bottom and lightly crisp. Serve hot, warm, or at room temperature.

Note that the bread does not keep for more than 1 day. To store, keep it wrapped in aluminium foil and in an airtight container. This prevents it from becoming hard too quickly.

Buono Appetito!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Trevi fountain 102/365

You know what they say? Toss a coin, make a wish, and it will come true. My little sister dragged me all the way to the Trevi fountain, adament on throwing in some copper for me. To her disappointment, she found out that it was merely a myth -- spurred on by...quelle horreur - A MOVIE!


Nonetheless, I did make a little wish. Just for a laugh.
It was nice to watch people pass by, young lovers on dates, teenagers on a school trip, families munching on gelato from the countless ice cream vendors all round, and of course, us. the tourists with a million cameras.

Monday, April 11, 2011

St Peters basilica 101/365


Next Sunday, hundreds and thousands of people will gather at St Peter's square to receive the Pope's blessing. This weekend, there were hoards of tourists baking in the sun, admiring the Apostolic Palace, snaking queues all round, making their pilgrimage to this holy city.  I for one, was happy to sit amidst this magnificence, and marvel at its wonder.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Colossio 100/365

9 April 2011
Rome

So it was whirlwind trip with my little sis to the eternal city, also known as Rome. Charmed by the beautiful ancient architecture, the stunning art, the historical anecdotes (both legends and truths), I will dedicate the next few days to photos from the weekend. Till then, here's my favourite snapshot of the most magnificent structure of its time.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Japan 77/365

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This is a post-dated entry. This blog was quiet on 18 March 2011 honouring the blogger's day of silence for Japan.

Monday, January 24, 2011

22/365 reporters sans frontieres 1 - alexandra boulat

Macedonian Refugee Camp, April 1999

Civil Serbes apres la chuts de Vukovar, Croatie, November 1991

This was the most striking of all. Nothing particularly scary or foreboding, but just really beautiful. Of the 100 photos in the gallery, this particular one drew both Mr Mo and myself like moths to a flame.

This exhibition was the 100 photos of Alexandra Boulat and her father Pierre Boulat.

Black and white photos taken by Senior Boulat of the WWII, the independence of algeria, telling of how much the world went through during those dark periods, and then the subsequent transformation of the new world, the nouveau riche post war recovery. 
His collection of sober military photographs were contrasted against those of YSL, truman capote, cigars, edith piaf, laughing couples and lots of luxurious furry coats - the lure of bright lights and the big city, surely those were the golden years of the 1900s.

His daughter Alexandra Boulat is what we know as the modern day photo journalist. Her very gripping selection spanned across war torn countries just like her father but on a much more international scale, from the fall of the soviet bloc, the warring states in the middle east and the consequence of war, death and destruction. There were also a few highlights of laughing faces from amidst folk that the modern society left behind, and the most memorable ones were those of the Berberes in the Atlas Mountains.

Pierre Boulat had a cheeky and humourous edge to alot of his photographs, many of which were sombre, slightly ecletic but somewhat funny (in the woody allen way). His camera skills were nothing short of marvelous. Every snapshot was, as cliche as it sounds, picture perfect. Alexandra on the other hand shoots some very startling photos, and each one lingers on your mind, and you don't know it yet, but each face, each photo, it secretly haunts you. Each different picture evokes emotion, --indignance, shock, tranquility, lightheartedness, and perhaps sometimes joy, but mostly sadness.


 I'd highly recommend anyone who is a big photo buff (and who happens to be in paris) to visit this exhibition :)

Reporters Sans Frontieres
100 Photos de Pierre et Alexandra Boulat
until 27 February 2011
AccèsAvenue Winston Churchill, 75008 Paris
Hall Jacqueau au rez-de-chaussée du musée
Tél : 01 53 43 40 00



Monday, January 10, 2011

Portraits 10/365

So it is a year of new beginnings. Heralding 2011 started off with a wee project commissioned by a friend visiting london -- Photography. The iphone photography apps are a godsend to a technobimbo like me. everything can be done on the go with just a quick click of the button. This has inspired me to begin self-learning photoshop, which is by no means an easy feat at all!! That said, I might just feed on my new obsession and see how long it lasts.

Take the above photo for example, after a little thought and a long car ride, here's Pumpkin Tan in all her russian princess glory along the streets of bologna the weekend before Christmas 2010.

Friday, November 19, 2010

When you are old



Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris, 16 Oct 2010


When You are Old

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace, 
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

W.B. Yeats 1865

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Perhentian islands

14 days ago, we embarked on quite an adventure. Of fish and various sea creatures, a cute little boxfish, sharks, the three legged turtle, and oodles of parrot fish. A place of solace, of silence and of peace - La Mer.
21 Sep 2010


Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Cinque Terre (1) - Riomaggiore

Riomaggiore
 First of the Cinque Terre towns from La Spezia, Riomaggiore (as with the rest) was cliffside town which for some reason had lots of boats, and even a dive site! Suffice to say that each town had a charm of its own, Riomaggiore for me was personally produce heaven. We saw tonnes of oversprouting tomato plants, prior to which bits of such vines were only seen packed into uniform plastic boxes in various supermarkets. The lemon trees heaving with beautiful golden fruit. All over the Cinque Terre we saw big sickly looking trees that bore bundles of green fruit. It was only in the walk to Corniglia that I finally deduced that these fig trees!

From the top of the cliff, we looked across the sea and saw the 4 other cliffs within which the other towns resided. Little grocers peppered the town centre (not quite the town centre as the village was built in a very narrow manner inland) and peddled their wares, fresh fruit, vegetables, pesto, pine nuts, fresh pasta, baskets of foccacia, oh i could go on. All of this wonderful ingredients presented themselves on a plate at Billy's in Manarola, a restaurant that i'd highly highly recommend if anyone is headed that way.  

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Pisa

27 August 2010
Tuscany, Italy

I guess it isn't hard to guess where I spent my 29th birthday . I've been talking about wanting to see the phenomemon of this leaning tower. Indeed, it leaned. Here is a photo of the tower juxtaposed against the cathedral next door. The city itself rests on the right side of the River Argno in the Ligurian sea. Once a super maritime power in the 11th century, the city of Pisa is frankly, a shadow of its former magnificence. Unlike Venice, the other Italian city that I am in love with (and frankly, all Italian cities I've been to so far blow me away), Pisa is its dull sleepy cousin, the only hustle and bustle is in the Piazza del Duomo, yes, tourists posing in their make believe Herculean world. The rest of Pisa is dotted with beautiful Roman architecture, but very much a city left behind in times.  An afternoon in Pisa city itself sufficed, and we couldn't wait to scramble off to La Spezia after the crabby waitress gave us a dirty look for asking for 'Aqua Robinetto' (that's 'tap water' to you and me) and serving up the most vile looking (and tasting) tagiatelle con porcini. Now, why how can you bring yourself to do that in Italy? My friends, those of you who say that you've never had a bad meal in Italy, you've obviously never been to Pisa's High Street cafes. So much so that even the 3€ slice of pizza at the Piza Centrale looked dressed in its Sunday best. La Cinque Terre however, was a completely different story altogether...




Friday, June 25, 2010

La mort et la vie

Pensez le matin que vous n'irez peut-etre pas jusques au soir et au soir que vous ni'rez peut-etre pas jusques au matin.