I thought it was a myth. A romantic pairing we only got to see in the American movies. A conductor's gesture surrounded by voices whispering, the unfolding of night's theatrical curtain and the pitch-black restlessness of the sea. All mellowed by the moon coloured grains of sand. What am I talking about? Marshmallows and beach fires. Yes! They do exist and...
São Jorge, Azores. The (is)land of contemplation. Everything here has its own pace, its very own restrained inner rhythm. If someone tells you that you're five minutes from reaching your goal, don't believe it: multiply that number by another five. Time on this island just stands still. Like the steep hills that always look down on you from one side, indelible giants, Jurassic looking, that...
Paris. It's unusually hot. Even for July. The sun hits you with fervour and you feel unable to breathe inside every muffled city bus. It's now six o'clock in the afternoon and we're walking towards the watery veins that cut through the bohemian chic body of this iconic city - first Canal Saint-Martin, once constructed under the orders of Napoleon to...
Most people think of Alentejo as a harsh, rotund desert. Where temperatures rise way above the 40oC on a mid-summer day and the ground itself has nothing to offer except dust and rock solid earth. What they can't see is that this land is one of generosity, one of grandeur in everything that it owns, one that gives all that it...
Friendships are unexpected events. Like forgotten sweet treats you find in your pockets or hot chilli flavour twisted in your raspberry jam. This weekend we got the proof of that. At Plate to Page Food Photography and Writing Workshop, held in Ireland. Between lines written and pictures conquered to harsh rain, curious people from across the globe, literally, warmed our hearts as...