Don’t call my Name. (Ala-hambra)
Granada’s Alhambra has one of the greatest WOW! factors of almost any historical monument-y thing that we’ve seen so far. You can probably tell that from Andy’s face up there eh?
Granada’s Alhambra has one of the greatest WOW! factors of almost any historical monument-y thing that we’ve seen so far. You can probably tell that from Andy’s face up there eh?
I have to be honest, I think that by the time we got to Topkapi Palace we were a bit tourist-ed out.
On our second day in Istanbul, the family and I skipped off to the Istanbul Modern.
While Andy was enamored by the Blue Mosque, I was even more impressed by the crumbling, eastern-gothic beauty of the Hagia Sophia, which was our next port of call.
Ater wandering from our excessively beautiful hotel, across the Galata bridge and into the old town, and after hitting up the Basilica Cistern, we decided to see the rather stunningly decorated Blue Mosque.
Last weekend we headed to Istanbul, which meant a weekend with great food, sights, colours… and this song stuck in our heads every. single. second. of every. single. day.
On the second half of our final day in London, we did the two things on Andy’s and My London Bucket List. In the evening we went to see a musical…
Spending a Sunday wandering through the drizzle, eating exotic foods, and fondling market produce, is pretty much my idea of heaven.
On our second day in London, following the splurge on culture, we hit the markets. Portabello road to be more precise.
This is pretty much the most Stockholm-y photo I came up with on the trip: