Quaint villages and quirky cafés in France

After the festive markets we drove north to Vitre. The town looked like a movie set; wonky half timbered houses were leaning towards the narrow alley and slanting down the roads. Roofs were rickety and all various shapes and sizes. We followed some cobbled lane ways and arrived in front of a huge gothic chateau….

Christmas markets in France

I adore Christmas, but we’ve ended up having quite a few of them abroad in very un-festive, sweaty and smelly countries eating a variety of curries and drinking iced coffee, not that thats a bad thing, we just prefer snow and mince pies. Europe has a lot of fab Christmas markets though and annoyingly we’ve…

Tapas, Churros and Crazy Bulls

Pamplona is home to the San Fermin festival, otherwise known as ‘The Running Of The Bulls’. It all takes place in summer, along with the animal rights version of ‘Running Of The Nudes’. It’s December, so clearly we missed that boat, but it sounded like a nice city to visit and I fancied doing some…

A slice of the American Midwest in Southern France

Europe’s largest canyon, Verdon Gorge slices through a limestone plateau for 25km. It’s deepest point is 700m and it’s narrowest at a mere 8m, it’s not quite the Grand Canyon, but it’s a good runner up. A scenic road leads around the canyon offering view points along the way. We passed the large Saint Croix…

A city with bears and the home of Gruyere

Lonely planet described Bern as the planets most underrated capital. It also said that the 15th century old town was ‘pretty enough to sweep you off your feet’. I was pretty excited as I thoroughly enjoyed the festive shops in Lucerne, surely the Capital would be ultra Christmassy too. It wasn’t though, and it most…

Lake Bled like you’ve never seen it before…

Brochures never show photos of this picturesque lake in the rain, but luck was on our side as we got to visit on such a day! Along with the rain we were treated to thick cloud and fog which blocked all mountain vistas, hooray! Bled town sits on the shores of the lake and spreads…

Sleeping under Olive Trees on a Greek Island

As soon as we crossed the border into Greece, everyone looked Greek. Tanned and hairy would be the best description. They look like they’ve spent everyday of their lives basking in the sun and eating fresh food. Oh, and there are olive trees and cats everywhere. Greece was never really on our planned route, I…

Dracula’s Castle and a drive through the countryside

Driving around Zarnesti was a nightmare, it was Sunday market day, music was blasting out a speaker and men in matching hats were wasted by 11am in the pop up pubs. I loved it though, it reminded me of the markets in Central America, bustling with colour and culture. But, it meant certain roads were…