Barcelona and Valencia

Places to eat in Barcelona

Carpe Diem  by the beach
super lounge bar at night and chilled sangria serving cafe by day
ask for nasim.

babajeenasim@gmail.com
0034632149296

Arola - hotel arts
authentic spanish tapas and meal

Santa Caterina
Unbelievable place. Just go.
Avda. Francesc Cambo 16
Mercat Santa Caterina
Al costat de la catedral
08003 Barcelona
Tel 932689918
www.grupotragaluz.com


Lucia

The road side tapas though much touted - we did not enjoy

do go to the Sangria de famiglia
its not as great inside but should visit
BOOK ONLINE - entry takes hours otherwise.

SHop SHop  SHop. lovely local boutiques.




VALENCIA
Suprisingly fantastic food

Casa Montana
Wine joint with food. book in advance. Even if its a little far from where you are staying please make the effort. Start with wine and move on to dinner.

Copenhagen and its sister concern mamlo
www.restauranecopenhagen.com
all veg!! and just superb

Riff
dont miss this one. German chef. 5 course meal and simply deivine.
963335353
Calle Del Conde De altea 18

Appetite
Thai fusion. Small place. Very very big portions but somply outstanding food. Enough veg options.

Quetomas.com
Q tomas
very good for non veg.



Suprisingly good pubs strewn all over.

LONDON  more food

This time London was a Liquid Diet and some absolutley awesome food.

NOVIKOV

Asian and Italian cuisine. We went for the Asian. I have never ever ever eaten better food, got better service. They have a lounge too, which needs no booking. But table reservations are difficult. Book as soon as your programme is made. Kids allowed but not encouraged.

50 a Berkeley st. Mafair. London W1 J8HA
+44 20 7399 4330

La Bodega Negara
Mexican fine dining

If you book ( and you have to) before 9 pm they will shoo you out asap. To get the real mad feeling of this dark dusty cave, go late have a couple of drinks and eat a little later. Excellent food. Dont expect the regular nachos salsa, beans burritos. Do not miss if fond of Mexican cuisine.

oh and address alert- the address i give below is correct. But once you reach Door no 9, you might turn back. Dont  - just go in.. the Girls! Girls! and adult table dance....is just a diversion.

9 OLD COMPTON ST LONDON W1D 5JF

Ping pong 
old fav for lunch
all over london

OLD COMPTON ST and WARDOUR ST - SOHO
this place has just taken off. If  you are wondering around, and dont have anything specific in mind just stroll around. You will not be dissapointed. ALert -- some sleazy jpoints still exist, but its safe. 

CARNABY ST- shops, restaurants and loads of fun. OFF OXFORD CIRCUS

april 2014

Madhur freaked out - i have still to eat here - INPARMA 
10 Charlotte Place W1T 1SH
+44 20 8127 4277
www.in-parma.com

HONG KONG - food

Some new food places in Hong Kong

Sevva - absolutely must go. Go for drinks early evening and sit or stand on the terrace on the 25th floor, with a full view of Hong Kong. Booking a table on the terrace is very prohibitive, unless you are a large group then its worth it. Dining inside. Fine dining, Asian Fusion. Absolutely must go. For the view, ambiance and experience.

Prince's Building, 25th floor, 10, Charter Rd, Central. Right outside Central Station. Hong Kong. 25371388.

Chilli Figara 
Spicy madness. If you can handle spice --- climb the hill and go into this small restaurant and get ready to go mad.
Asian

Shop E, G/F., 51A Graham Street, SoHo, Central, Hong Kong


Dragon I 
Dumplings by day. lounge bar by night. we went for lunch. looked good for the night too. 
ug/f the centrium  60 wyndham st. central (its in lkf)  ph 31101222

LAN KWAi FONG
LKF
complete party place  must go at night 
some good restaurants in the day too. 

Chez Patric.
look up on the net. Small chef run restaurant. Awesome food. f

The big fat greek experience

The many myths of greece --- Its not only a hot mediterranean country, with islands and sandy beaches.We overlook the ski resorts and mountains and cool and sometimes cold evenings in the hily towns. And ofcourse a sea resort like Mykonos - which was so windy, we did not let Kanakk go to close to the cliffs. I had nightmarish visions of her flying off! And please note that all beaches dont have to be sandy. Infact Crete was manmade by the hotel and if a party of 50 people danced on it, the sand and the beach itself would be displaced,and the only beach which was natural resembled Juhu Beach on Chatt Pooja. And what can i say about Mykonos? It was windy. At this point let me add that Kanak was moved a good few feet by the wind, while trying to climb onto the flight. We setteled into the plane (trying to reach Athens) and we wondered why it was moving so much - side to side, until Madhur pointed out it was because of the wind. Crazy winds i must tell you. The doors in the hotel would slam shut, Taxi doors would not open, and Mykonos was extremely hilly. We were due to go to Santorini, and for 2 consecutive days, ferries were cancelled, - u guessed it - due to mad windy conditions. Lesson learnt- Fantasy thoughts and movies dont maketh a country and its holiday - (mamma mia and the women dancing in the hot sun?!!?) Its best to do intense research and also definately look into some first hand experience to get the true feel of the country. Any country. Its been a wonderful holiday. The last of its kind before my eldest flies her nest and starts a new stage of her life! Greece is huge and filled with surpirses. The conditions in main Athens remains a major worry. Poverty striken men and women, many many abandoned dogs, and a whole lot of major apathy. Mykonos, being a complete party town, seemed fairly ok. The walls white washed, and I am sure research will show me that the town has to compulsarily white wash its walls, every once a year. The entire city sparkled pristinely.Every single building and outer wall! Crete seemed ok too! But Basically Greece remains in trouble financially. All those who hold a job seem comforted and certain. Those who dont are suffering. But given the problems that plague them, sans the taxi drivers in Mykonos, The Greek are extremely welcoming, warm, hospitable and wonderful lot of people. The entire lot of Cabbies in Mykonos are khadoos and need to sort out their attitude. All in all, we met some lovely people, learnt a few humbling lessons on acceptance and hospitality, and saw a whole lot of huge pillars in every archaelogical site, posing as temples to Gods. By Athina, I was fed up!! And wanted Zeus to strike me down!

Live fish and dead skin - Crete and Mykonos

We went to a fish spa.For the uninitiated, - the legs are cleaned and you sit with them submerged in a tank full of small live fish. They look harmless - until you expose your legs to them. The minute the water ripples they rush to your legs and - attack! All the fish move in lightening speed and are nibbling away at parts of your leg. All four of us had a crazy 15 minutes, trying to explain to the fish that we are all ticklish - no go!  They insisted on eating parts of our skin which they thought  were dead, but which we felt were very much alive - and Ticklish!!! Its like a feeling of a strong vibrator singing away on your feet , soles and if you happen to feel ticklish (like we did) and spread your toes apart - then between your toes too! Its a great experience... As long as you dont look down and see them attacking your "dead skin" or think of how razor sharp their teeth might be to cause this kind of vibrations.  We are now in Mykonos.  Mighty silly place to be with one adult child and one teen child! They want to party, we want to party but none of us want to go with the other! There are a number of paradise islands here! All of which promise you the same thing - that you will miss your breakfast!  Mykonos is very very pretty, very very windy, and the sea is very very blue. Infact the sea is many shades.  Nearest to the shore its dark dark blue, then gets lighter blue and blue green and towards the horizon its silver. I have never seen a shade of silver over the sea ever before. I am not having fanciful thoughts- it is actually silver. The waves dance in the wind, the boats bob (some of which make me feel sick, just looking at them!) and the entire effect with the wind playing symphony is hypnotising! Today, on the street shops i read a t shirt which proclaimed - Mykonos fucks Ibiza. I dont know about Ibiza, but Mykonos does do that to your sleep patterns! 

Feta cheese. And more feta cheese.

We hunted high and low in Athens, and on the internet, spoke to all manners of human beings, I even wanted to ask the hazaar stray dogs scattered all over the city (more about that later), but nobody was able to find us NON GREEK food.  Its been feta cheese and cheese stagmanaki, and local athenian cheese and then local cretian cheese, its been cheese and more cheese. In all forms. Friend, in phyllo, stuffed in peppers, courgettes, zuchinni (whats the difference between courgette and zuchinni?) and in tomatoes and we have stuffed all this down our throats and protesting stomachs, drenched in copious amounts of olive oil, for all the 6 days we have been here. I refuse to now say cheese even for the camera. So last night we went to a - i wouldnt say small village, actually i woundnt say village.. its more like a town..   so any case we went to this village / town and we ate Italian food -- i want to put the bbm dancing emoticon here! It satiated our hearts and the souls and taste buds of my kids . I wanted to hug the owner. Did I mention that the Greek tend to have terrible BO? Therefore I restrained from the spontaneous display of affection and happiness.  We are now talking about Crete - pronounced as Kreete.  Its a huge island, really huge. To a walker in a straight line, from one point to the other 250 kms ! And to the driver, who ofcourse cannot drive in a straight line- 650 kms!!!!  So when we were told about the 2 villages close to us, we decided to try out luck there instead of traveling a few 100 kms for food. At that point feta cheese sounded just alright! Coming back to the stray dogs. They are all over Greece I think. And they are HUGE! I mean really huge and fat (fed on feta cheese me thinks!) And they all look tame, i mean they all have collars and tags hanging from those collars , but they are all sitting around in alley ways and road sides. And permanently sleeping! I have seen very few of them walking and never seen any sitting up. From their sheer size I think sitting up would be a task! They all look abandoned. The greek in their crisis have decided to leave and let go of their most loyal family member. Its really sad to see them.  Crete is a very funny island. Its warm - almost hot and the sea is cold. The first dip is chilling. There are barrenish mountains all around, and on some we can see snow caps! But the sea is blue, green and all Mediterranean.  Last afternoon we swam into the sea. Approximately 1.5 kms in all - back and forth. If the Mumbai Sea were clean, I would let go of all personal trainers and other physical fitness teachers, and stick with an early morning swim in the sea every day! The biceps, legs, torso, everything was fighting the waves to move forward and the heart rate had gone up to a level where we could hear it echoing inside the sea.  Best form of excercise I say...... Bring on the Feta Cheese! 

It's all greek to me!!!

Its all greek to me!! The wretched 5am flight, which was putting me off for almost a month, was well worth it!  Athens, the city of myths, temples and wine gods! A few hot days of tramping in the intense heat, water bottles emptying as they are opened and we payed our reverence to all the gods and goddesses. We are now blessed with strength of the wind, steadiness of the earth, continuity of the flowers, passions of the sea and loads and loads of wine... ala - the perpetually drunk God of wine- Dionyzoz. We took a day and night trip to Delphi! More gods, more purification and somewhere there the Goddess Athena inhaled some fumes from a chasm, and went into a trance, and her (verbatim from the books- i quote) "inarticulate cries were translated by some priests and the oracle was written" .  Basically there are a whole lot of ruins and yes gorgeous ones. But the myths built around them are definately  works of a creative writer. Dont get me wrong, I am Indian enough to believe in myths and oracles and trances, and the greek god of the sea is one of my favourites -- aah I forget is name!! Greece is gorgeous. And very few of us know and realise only when we visit that Greece has equally gorgeous mountains and actually very famous ski resorts too.  But the myths and ruins and history- I leave for my history buff daughter because its all Greek to me!!

Prague

I have never seen a prettier city by night. When the tired tourists toddle back home, the babies are asleep, the last of the city retires into their hotels and homes, the city shines out in all its glory. We were walking back after a wonderful meal, and the city felt silent and warm. Not weatherwise warm, that was cold enough to freeze our eyelashes. But welcoming warm. The few tourists left were as mesmerized by the city as us. We all hung around, feeling mutual bonhomie and peace.
Madhur and me, were on top of the Charles bridge. In the day its noisy, with throngs and throngs of tourist, hawkers and road side musicians. But night weaved a different spell. All around the city the lights peppered the sides of the city. But these lights were not scattered. They were lined beautifully, but it yet gave the feeling of pleasant planning, not ruthless lines like in a highway. We looked around wonderstruck and then realised that the housing and hotel constructions have been beautifully planned. No haphazard construction, no sudden reisdential or commercial complexes in the middle of the hertiage sites. The Prague castle, the many cathedrals, monastries, domes and towers stood out in their own blissful glory, with no blinking light distractions from homes and cafes. As a result the entire visual city of Prague could be gulped in, with a landscopic eye view, with no obstructions from either side of the bridge.
Having said that, Prague is the city of maximum cafes and restaurants I have ever seen. Every nook and cranny, alley and broadwalk has copious amounts of them. (this is planning by the Prague govt i say, the hertiage sites had many cafes in and around them, but none - absolutely none played disco lights with the hertiage sites).
Coming back to the cafes, you name it and a restaurant exists. Look left, look right and look sideways, restaurants, cafes, crystal shops (prague is known for its crystal, and rightly so !) and more bars.
We had some of our best meals here and visited some of the best bars too. Names will follow in next blog!
In the daylight, Prague gave me a feeling of desperation. Of locals scrambling and clawing their way up. At night, the city lost this sluggishness, and shined out with music, theatres, operas, and buzzing bars. Not to mention the castle which took on a life of its own.
The prague Castle is HUGE. Its supremely massive, one of the largest Castle complexes in Europe. It towers over the city and stands in kingly stature booming over the city. Its majestic and classy. Most constructions range from the 11th Centuary onwards, relatively new when you compare them to Rome etc, but extremely well maintained.
All in all Prague was a worth visit. It holds a special place in my eyes!

Prague

Help! The Chinese have landed. They are all over the place! In throngs! Talking loudly! In their nasal and they wear neon coloured clothes. While we sat for coffee, an entire train load walked past. One of the women was wearing yellow, striking golden yellow jeans, blue shirt and a neon dazzling pink half jacket. Like a beacon!
We walked and walked and walked. All over the Prague castle and the area surrounding it. The Prague castle being the biggest castle complex in Europe. After seeing what they had to show, I am further convinced that the Indian governtment is run by jackasses. If I were to compare Prague to India, then turning the oldest ancestral house, in our village in Maulasar into a heritage site, in itself can attract tourists from all over!!! With typical Rajasthani food seRved, and a small tour to the fields. Voila!!! Maulasar village and villagerS heading towards prosperity. If Prague was wah wah!. Then Maulasar, that unknown village would be wah wah and wah! There were cupboards in the castle, which made Madhur sneer and say "ha! These and better would be seen in any bawas house in Bombay" and it's a fact. In name of tourism, countries show their local garbage and run the country. India has treasures, and we are running after garbage.

Dresden to Prague

We went to a Guinness record holding store today. For the most beautiful dairy!!! And beautiful it was. The entire wall was covered with enamelled tiles. But I was more excited to hear that a dairy in germany was world famous. I could expect that from Switzerland or new Zealand or even from the farting cOws of England. We had a wonderful sinful meal of cheese soup and more cheese with fresh baguette and the suggested buttermilk. Hmm hmm! Picked up fantastic apricot jam with wasabi flavour and some yet to taste -chocolates.
As we drove down to Prague the entire scene changed. Suddenly kids were allowed to pull down their pants and pee on the grass next to parked cars and men were stopping at road bends and openly peeing. The drivers were cutting into lanes. There was honking. The buildings changed.
Everyone who heard I was going to Prague had a sparkle in their eye when they spoke about this city. I have loved it too. But beneath the beautiful facade I find, lies the public who Is clawing its way up. The need to please is very intense. The need to be a part of the EU as a valuable member has them under immense pressure. But it's pretty. And the effort being made is supremely visible and tremendously apreciated.
Tomorrow we are going to see the Prague castle. It's massive. And we have these quaint attic rooms with the castle view, in a hotel which is part monastery. (we tasted the monastery brewed beer ) and I hereby dedicate my life to this monastery.

Dresden

It's so cold here, I have forgotten what warm feels like. It's tiring just putting on the layers of clothes and even more tiring taking it off for a few minutes when inside a store then putting them all again for a few min walk to another indoor area. My body is mighty confused, I can tell you that!
Dresden is a mix of old world and the new modern hubs. A bit disconcerting to see a beautiful architectural marvel of a cathedral next to a new modern high rise residence complex. But what gorgeous collections exist here! We went to " residenceschloss" the residence of the king. And the collections of armour, ivory carving, jewellery, gold and silver pieces were a sight which left my mouth hanging. The security came in and asked me to shut it, lest I salivated on their polished to a shine glass cases. Most of the cases were humidity controlled, and had some sort of heavy absorbent chemical slabs inside. The German attention to detail is something we should try to achieve, without being too "bawa" about it
The new treasure room indeed had some eye popping displays. One in particular was a minutely carved ivory piece. It was a ship with Intricate carving on the sails, the god of the seas holding it up and his two horses rearing up, helping him with the weight. If I was a art thief this is the piece which would be the one which would be my coup.
The Turkish collection had four horses at the very entrance. I was in an instance trance. Think of the tallest person you know. Now imagine that person standing ram rod straight - but still under the massive belly and chest of the horse! Riding a horse that tall = equivalent to being on the first floor of a building.
We finished the day with a five course meal after a litre of beer at a local brewery.
We leave Dresden tomorrow with a heavy heart and a heavier stomach.
And hopefully softer weather in Prague.

Fly buy Dubai

I have come to Dubai to visit my friend who has an ailing cat! Well also to have a decadent 3 day holiday with her!
There is some sort of problem with me and flights! I think I have greatly wronged a pilot in my earlier life. The plane must have been crashing, and I must have jumped out before him, or some such other misdeed!
The first alarm bells of panic rang true in my head was when we were put on a bus to reach the plane. I mean you just dont do that anymore! The bus took off at the slowest speed possible. And it went on and on and on. I though we had reached Dharavi and were being kidnapped for one day slave labour. My doubts felt even more valid when I saw a busload of passengers pass our way towards the airport, and they all looked really really exhausted! Meanwhile the bus went on and on and by now I had started feeling that we were going to be driven to Dubai. I cursed my self for not taking a seat and thinking I could handle this journey standing, holding on to the handle bars overhead. The worst thing about standing in a bus with arms out stretched, holding on to handle bars, is that even the others do it. And not all are hygenic. And some dont bathe and yet others who think soap is not meant for the armpits!! I tell you its an all new experience trying to breathe through your mouth!
After what felt like a couple of hours, I spotted a plance, and my mind set at ease. I disconnected the call i had placed to Madhur, to inform him about my impending kidnapping. But the plance started moving, and I pulled out my phone once more. Just then we rounded a corner and I saw another 12 odd planes of the same airline and was somewhat relieved. Short term relief. The bus stopped infront of the plane, we all armed ourselves with our bags, but the gates did not open. While the others stood patiently, I had imagine all sorts of wicked people waiting to do wicked things to us.
But the bus opened eventually, and with no apology we were ushered into the plane.
And there ended my misadventure. No babies yelling into my face, no man drunk and making lewd noises.
I landed in Dubai, and went and hugged my friend with the ailing cat. 

Restaurants - Rome, Florence, Venice

we were just a few days in each town and so i shall put down the names of only noteworthy restaurants. 

ROME
Santopadre

• Via Collina 18, Rome, Italy

- discovered by mistake! Amazing Italian food, run by a family. Sometimes service is a tad slow as aged grandpa also shows up to serve. Make sure you book before hand. good selection of vegeterian cuisine and tiramisu was superior.

FLORENCE
PROCACCI . via della tourbuoni. Florence.
DO NOT MISS. its open only for lunch and serves the most amazing truffle sandwiches and some other great sandwiches too. pick up jams, jellies et al from there.

OBIKA 

via della rourbuoni. +390552773526   obika.it
Its a mozarella bar. Try the cream cheese mozarella, its already melted and further melts into your mouth and makes way into your soul. large portions so order accordingly.

THE FUSION BAR

+3905527266987  vicolo Del oro . Book in advance. Great italian cuisine. Tad expensive.
Mozarella icecream with strawberries.. MUST HAVE

VENICE
Bistrot de VEnise. Calle Dei Fabbri. San Marco. +390415236651 
Michellin star rated. The highlight of the otherwise disgusting city. The spaghetti arabiatta was hands down winner. Never had onelike that ever!

Hotel Bauer palladio 

Hands down winner of tiramisu

I could not put my fingers, or rather my feelings in place, on why I hated Venice so much. From the minute I set foot... First I thought it was the wild lashing water and sea sickness made me wary. But I realised that it's Venice, which makes my shoulder and neck stiff, my feet weary and my mouth dry. And it's not only me.. Madhur n kids went for a gondola ride, and they were told that almost the entire populaion of Venice, stays in far off islands, and it has gone down from onelakh seventy thousand to just fifty thousand, within 10 years.
Venice has a feeling of helplessness, and staleness to it. I just cannot find better words to describe it. It's a feeling of loneliness, despair and Hollowness. It's full of tourists, thronging with them. San marco the central Venice, where everybody rushes to, has a air of temporariness, leaning towards shallow and desperate.
I really thought I would kiss the floors of Heathrow airport, the minute I would have landed into London.
Well I did not, but was sure glad to set foot in a city which is crowded, loud, but home!

A day in Venice

While the cats were away, this mouse played. While they roasted in the hot sun and- shudder of shudders- took a boat ride to Murano, Appu sat under a shady tree in a lush garden and sipped a cool bottle of water and read a book and took a long massage and ate a hearty meal and had a beer and took a nap. Ha!!
I like Venice, when I am not traveling from one San to another piazza. Ie - San marco , San Paulo, Piazza Roma et al and blah blah. My mil is pretty sorted. One look at the roads of San Marco, [where we had the most amazing spaghetti pomodoro ]( hands down winner) and she said "it looks like Benaeres. Same roads, same stuck to each other houses, spit in one, reaches the other...The cows, bulls, and filth is missing". Now that's calling a spade a spade. But let's not wash off the name totally. It IS a romantic city. Only I find it disgusting because the waters make me want to offer them my last meal.
I love the water. I can look at it for hours. But when I see a a boat bopping and madly cartwheeling, in vicious, bumpy water, my senses take leave, my knees feel weak and my eyes roll up, my heart falls into the pits of my stomach, problem being my stomach does not exist anymore, it's where my mouth should be!
Venice Is said to be drowning slowly, pathetic millimetre by pathetic millimetre. When I look at the gondola oarsmen and all those near drowned buildings, I wonder where all the inhabitants will go. In land they will be - ahem! 'fish out of water'!!
The concierge showed me the- 2 feet from the ground, Mark on the main door, of the property. Now this propert faces the canal. U get of from the vaporetti and walk into the hotel, wihtin a mere 3 footsteps. The smallest footsteps. And from October to March, the water from the canal rises and touches the nearest Walls, which yes! Happen to be houses, cafes, and this hotel. They have a small gate which they put in place to keep this dirty smelly water out (Venice stinks, by the way) and they give people boots which go up to ur naval ( joking , but definitely up to the end of your legs) to reach to vaporetti. And like in Mumbai our kids get off from school because of heavy monsoons,these people get off from work, school, and daily life when the canal rises up to kiss the city of Venice

They need a Siddhi Vinayak to protect their city. Then maybe it won't drown totally.

Venice taxis

Obviously Venice taxis are Vaporetti. Water taxi, where all my breath vaporises. Leaves me with a fine sheen of sweat. And glassy eyed. I am a very sea sick Venice tourist. So Venice is also ticked off and seen there done that kinda thing.
Our hotel is in very serene surroundings. In an ex monastry, where the monks made wine. ( I tell u - I like this religion. It allows nudism, wine making monks and a sewing school run by nuns with the view of the grand canal.) after that it was taken over by a Coventry of nuns who ran a sewing school. It boasts of a garden which is the centre of tranquility specially after a rolling water ride. But we are in the peaceful side of Venice, and all the hubba hubba is on the opposite side. So we had to go. Else I would sit here sipping proseco, reading a book- to hell with the sights and scenes, basilicas and piazzas.
So after a " stomach in my mouth" kinda water rides, I have decided to let the inlaws, husband and children take off to Murano islands and shop for glass pieces. Me! I shall reap the benefits of the spa, sip some beer, take a walk and a nap, and soak in some of the wine,left in the air by these pure god fearing monks, in this heaven blessed by their former goodly presence.
Salute!

We are floating in Venice

We have had some amazing food. All names and reviews will follow once I land in Bombay. We have all had a major overdose of art and culture. We entered the Vatican museums. Booked well in advance via good old Internet. I am afraid it is now ticked off our agenda. We entered and it's like one of those places which make u exit a show through the soveniour shops. You are te,pted to stop and buy all manner of silly pens and notebooks showing the cast. And you are so enamoured you want to take ur favourite character back home forever. Any case, the Vatican is like a huge huge passage. One has to go through all; and all is very very many,rooms. This was the first museum kids saw in Rome. And they got a full class in Biology - chapter -reproductive parts of our body. The paintings and the great Popes great collection went on and on and on. We got out super fast and now I was hoping the kids do not develop a sudden love for culture and art because the museum - Uffizi in Florence was supposed to be the world's largest.
It was crowded and once more Internet had rescued us from thronging crowds, using small electronic Chinese made, fans on a fairly sweet summer day. These Europeans need a dose of India.
We had to climb 300 steps to reach the galleries. And agsin faced with another lesson in biology - the remarkable reproductive parts of godly bodies. It's funny. Enormous naked men and women in the corridors and Jesus in all stages of his life, inside the rooms. Through sick and sin I say! The first few pictures of the various gods and myths and Jesus in all his crisis was beautiful. After 6 pf them we zoomed through the rooms. After all how many expressions of the three wise men, and mother Mary in agony can one see.
Another agenda ticked off.
Art buffs we are not.
And I think I speak for all four of us, only a death threat will drag us into another museum and art gallery.
We shall see the outside structures and ticks it off our things to do ka list!

And off to Florence

A small quick blog..... Since it was so windy and all we could do was time and again wet our feet in the water, hoping the sea had got warmer since 3 minutes back,we booked an early table for dinner and drive down to Bolgheri. It's the producer for world renowned vino, and it's just 10 minutes drive from Li. ( hehehe !) btw Li is the district of Livorno which is huge. Our town is Marina de something or the other.
I am not a wine drinker, but the red wine was outstanding. Hint of sweetness and just dry enough to touch the air. It did not do nasty things to my throat, the way dry red wine normally does.
The town itself was charming. We happened on a wedding, the church being in the entrance of the town centre. The small shops, selling local wine and produce. The restaurant was outstanding. Food amazing and the tiramisu passed the quarterfinals in the hunt!

When in Rome.....

When in Rome, do as the Roman's! And that's what we did. We had loads of ice-cream..walked on the roads, saw all the monuments, genuflected in basilicas, Drank water from the fountains, ate amazing pizza, but we are still on a "outstanding tiramisu" hunt. Other than a fantastic family run restaurant in Rome, we have not had good tiramisu and even surprisingly for that matter,soft melting buffalo mozzarella. Winner's name will Be updated!
We are now in the Tuscany coast. Till we left we did no know where we were going. Nope! Its not the adventurous spirit. Not at all! Thing is, while I was looking up the Tuscanny coast, I could not make out head or tail, rather coast or vineyard. So I decided to go book in a rather absurd way. I started hunting for good hotels, bang on the sea side,trying to stay away from busy touristy resorts. We found a nice place, booked it, and me having my memory, promptly forgot the name of the coast and town. Now we had a Li in the end of our address. What and where, pray is Li? So finally to madhur,s exasperation we had to call the resort in Li and feed all the pertinent details in our navi unit.
And arrive we did. Much to kanak's disgust.... To windy Coastal winds. We stepped into the sea for a feeler. Jaysus! It was the water of frozen, just melted Canadian seas! The faaaaat man, manning the beach towel stand, kept saying Si, Si, to our every question of will it be warm? Is it going to be cold tomorrow? Will the wind go down? Will the wind stay this way? After a non stop "Si" session we realised we have to play dumb charades. So Kanak acted like she was frozen. Tanay like he wants to get warm. Me like I want to swim with Tanay who is warm. Madhur like he Does NOT want to swim with Kanak.
AAAAh. Finally it dawned on fat Italian man, that will the weather be warm enough to swim in tomorrow. "Si", he said. "Si, Si".

We boarded the flight to Heathrow, London, with sleepy red eyes and waiting to pull up the covers and knock off. Instead all our dreams for dreams were knocked off! In arrived a couple, with a 1 something year old baby. Madhur and me looked at each other in alarm, both thingking "thats it!! baby doom!" and sure enough this child stared her tenor wail and it lasted the entire flight! Through the night! Now its not the baby's fault but definately the parents'! I mean come on, I too have a niece and nephew who travelled at the same age. And my nephew is a fire ball of energy. We are all sure his mother feeds him rocket fuel for breakfast! (nazar na lage THU THU") Even he was behaved in a flight longer than this! Atleast his parents saw to it! 
These parents should have sedated that kid. And had they not wanted to they should have taken mercy and sedated all of us! And yes, I did in a very off hand way give the parents a piece of my mind! 
Rome is beautiful. We caught the less daunting sights, leaving the Colosseum and Vatican for non jetlagged days! And a word of advice to anybody sight seeing in Rome.. Dont pooh pooh the Trevi fountain as just another fountain. The first glimpse strikes you dumb! One is supposed to stand next to the fountain, with you back to it and make a wish and flip a coin backwards into the fountain. We sat on the steps of the fountain, mesmerised and unable to get up and leave. 
The roar of the water, the sudden chill one feels in that area, even on a hot day, the sheer magnifesence. So far the Lure of Italy lives up to its name! Even the smallest Pole with a small Virgin Mary is Mamma Mia!!


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Aparna Somani
Life needs a frosting! Eat more desserts!