Barcelona. A is for Architecture. B is for Batllo’
C is probably for the Casa part of Casa Batllo?
C is probably for the Casa part of Casa Batllo?
So any of you who keep your ears and eyes on the news, or who are just basically capable in both fields of history and maths, should have realised that last Sunday was the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.
To buy a fat oyster?
Also known as ‘It’s my birthday and I ate dumplings ’cause I wanted to’
Bring me those vaulted ceilings!
Our final half day in Istanbul we were extremely lucky to be able to meet up with Selin, a real live scientist from the Institute (sometimes we get let out), and also a real live Istanbul-ian.
So Andy and I finally got our bikes fixed (well, mine was fixed, he just bought a new one), and have begun the Great Ride West every morning, for the past 5 or so weeks.
A friend of my sister, who joined her on the big EuroTour that every self respecting Aussie uni student has to make, had a firm beleif in always climbing the highest thing in every city, to get a view from above.
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.