You can admit it. You go to London hoping to bump into Hugh Grant, or any other British celebs. Or maybe not, you are the cultural type. You go to visit Buckingham palace, the British Museum or to see Tower…
Somerset – here I come!
When everyone is still asleep I wake up at 4.30 am. I don’t mind this type of departures, although my image in the mirror is not charming at this time of the day (or should I say “night”? Oh well,…
Somerset – here I come! Part 2
Johnny and Ricky. I left Stonehenge in time to avoid hordes of tourists armed with their horrifying selfie sticks. I cannot bear these new social tools. I got on my English car, and I headed towards another jewel of the…
Somerset – here I come! Bristol, or my obsession for those things on the walls
I get to Bristol very early in the morning. Way too early, perhaps. I ring the doorbell of the B&B where I’m supposed to spend the last two days in Somerset. Ding-dong. Some creepy, beyond-the-grave noise approaches. A man, who…
