And Traveling the World
When I first moved to London, I was good about taking day trips to nearby cities. From Brighton to Bath, St. Albans to Stonehenge, I went, I saw, I wrote. But recently I’ve been remiss about seeing more of England. In an effort to change that, I planned a trip to the southwest for not one, but 2 days in Bristol for sightseeing, restaurants, and shopping.
One of my favorite events of the summer is Taste of London in Regent’s Park. The annual food festival takes place every June, and the top restaurants in London cook up small portions of their signature dishes. Visitors traipse through the grounds eating and drinking all afternoon, and the end result is pure gastronomic bliss.
It’s that time of year again. Time for horse races, time for Pimm’s, time for the royals to arrive in their carriages to the delight of the crowds. It’s time for Royal Ascot.
As my ferry from Stavanger pulled into Bergen harbor, the historic buildings of Bryggen wharf basked in the sunshine. The bustling fish market was abuzz with afternoon commerce, and Scandinavia’s only funicular glided gracefully up the wooded hill to Floyen. It was quite a welcome, and I was excited to spend 2 days in Bergen.
