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Month: October 2013

The Doge’s Palace Under Water

The first time I saw Venice, it was in November, time of floods when the water rises and infiltrates St. Mark’s square. We were there for three days and each day the water rose higher until eventually they put up a rough scaffolding of wooden tables lashed together on which you could walk without having to wade through three feet of canal dredge.

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The Wild Wicklow Mountains

The Wicklow mountains are said to be thick with gold. They’re the first thing you see when you fly into Dublin, with the strangely sloping conical head of the Sugar Loaf rearing up majestically in the distance.

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Lost in Languedoc

The countryside is studded with tiny villages that act like the hearts at the centre of the great arteries that connect the amazing wineries of Languedoc, a kind of Frida Kahlo painting complete with angel topped sparkling fountains and tiny scrolls bearing inscriptions and dedications to viticulture’s long gone great and dead, each more picturesque than the last,

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