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London’s Best Food Markets | A Travel Top 6 Travel Guide!

London is filled to the brim with fine food and delicious dishes: the metropolis is a magnet for chefs and foodies alike and produces some of the finest restaurants in the world, the quirkiest cafes and, most importantly, some of the most awesome food markets. If you’re travelling, and not for very long, food markets are your best friend, serving up delicious grub and quickly too. As a devoted food lover and resident Londoner, I’ve had my fair share of London food market experience, so let me tell you where to go – you just have to decide what to eat. * Check out my latest Travel Top 6 travel guide here to read more about where to go for the best street food and food markets in London! Here are some pics to tantalise your tastebuds…

A Little Pisa Italy | An Italian Friday

Friday in Porto Venere and Pisa My last full day in Italy meant heading to Pisa, ready to catch an early morning flight (and see the famous tower of course) – if you’re travelling in the area, flights from Pisa are a lot cheaper than other local airports. I had a full 24 hours though until the ball dropped on my trip, so I didn’t want to waste any time. I packed my bag, headed to La Spezia and took a bus to Porto Venere, a fisherman’s town resembling the architecture of Cinque Terre but being a quieter option than the mass tourism found there. Finally found the bus that was diverted because of a weekly market in La Spezia… I walked along the waterfront of Porto Venere, soaking up the last of the sun I would see in a while (in the UK, Winter was fast approaching) and observed fisherman and fisher-women hard at work, trading fish, gutting fish and catching fish (not exactly in that order). Roaming the town caused far less tourist-induced …

Cinque Terre-ravels | An Italian Thursday ~ Part 2

Thursday in Cinque Terre ~ Part 2 of 2 After taking a slightly wrong path and losing even more time, arriving into the town of Manarola extremely later expected, I was exhausted. My legs trembled. Clearly, my muscles were trying to tell me to lie down or jump into a jacuzzi to chill the heck out. I had had a short break in Corniglia, the third town after the first hike from Vernazza, but even then I was walking and exploring. It was super cute on the inside, maybe not the most beautiful of all the towns from the outside, but of course worth spending time in. My breakfast had surely burned off by that point and I took shelter at a cafe to have a glass of freshly squeezed orange and lemon juice (to soothe my looming illness) and some bruschetta – a classic Italian dish ;sliced toasted bread, drizzled with olive oil, garnished with tiny pieces of mozzarella, fresh chopped garlicky tomatoes and pesto, respectively, so as to create an Italian flag with …

Cinque Terre-Dreaming | An Italian Thursday ~ Part 1

Thursday in Cinque Terre ~ Part 1 of 2 Day broke and I was up and out the hostel before you could say “breakfast”. Strapped into the shuttle bus, hurtling far too quickly through Bassia, down the hills and into Cinque Terre, I arrived nice and early into Riomaggiore before the tourists flocked. I tiredly strolled to the rocky shore and climbed onto the rocks for a moment to breathe, listening to the sea waves bump against the tiny wooden boats parked in rows against the cliff faces and getting an amazing view of the whole town. Early wake-up calls, constant walking and a lack of vegetables started to run me down after a couple of days; my body ached, my throat scratched and my nose was bunged up. I hunted down a cafe on the main road in Riomaggiore and made sure to down a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice before drinking a macchiato and small piece of freshly baked cheesecake and Riomaggiorian lemon pie (don’t judge). I felt super crispy, drinking …

The Spice of Italy | An Italian Wednesday

Wednesday in La Spezia and Cinque Terre  Looking back I really had no time at all in Genoa – pretty much only one full day. The struggle of travelling alone can be deciding how long to spend in one place; too long and you’ll get bored and become existential (unless that’s just me), too short and you’ll feel like it was a wasted trip, not fully taken advantage of. For sure, Genoa is a place I’d go back to, it being a bit rough around the edges yet exceptionally charming – not a shiny tourist-laden place (like Milan or Rome). I think it’s nicer to feel more immersed in the culture and location, in a more real atmosphere and environment rather than like a spectator at an aquarium (ironic, I know). I awoke on Wednesday morning to the sound of huge sporadic thumps and two men yelling in the street just below my window. What do I find but gigantic sides of meat being wielded out of a small white van, placed onto a metal …

Genoa Dreaming | An Italian Tuesday ~ Part 2

Tuesday in Genoa ~ Part 2 of 2 Late-afternoon hit and I jumped on a small yellow rickety bus to a nearby former fishing village called Boccadasse. Only a 30 minutes away, the exceptionally charming village has a small enclosed bay and a rocky shore, being the perfect spot to have a quiet moment amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s a small place to explore, great for an hour or two max for those on the go. There’s an amazing view on a sort of “balcony” next to a church that overlooks the sea and village just at its edge, located at the end main promenade in the area and where you’ll likely come from when getting the bus from Genoa. When you take the rocky main path down, you can walk up and down paths around the surrounding tiny coloured houses or just lay on the beach and enjoy the sound of the waves licking the rocks. Impatient to wait for the sunset, having initially thought to see it at Boccadasse …

Genevan Joy | An Italian Tuesday ~ Part 1

Tuesday in Genoa ~ Part 1 of 2 Plans to explore a bit of the city when I had arrived the previous evening went swiftly out the window as I reached my hostel and rested my poor legs. In no time at all, I had to search for dinner and then night had fallen (alongside my eyelids). After the deepest of deep sleeps I awoke to climb up to Spinata Castelletto through the city’s steep and winding paths. Once a fortress of Castelletto, this ‘balcony’ offers a 360 view where one can admire the multicoloured terraced buildings, medieval towers and Baroque peaks and domes of the city. The early morning sun brought about a haze on Genoa’s skyline, and so I decided to make a later return to see the sunset and the city’s beauty in a different light. Meanwhile, caffeine was in order. Slowly stepping back down the steep trail up, I embedded myself into the winding spaghetti of Genevan streets, the buzzing arteries of the old part of the city. Whilst looking for …

Milano Moments | An Italian Monday

Monday in Milan After finally reaching Italy, after a period of life a few years back where I had become truly obsessed with the country (think fan girl map-posters, learning the language, and even learning how to make pasta from scratch (dedicated, I know)), it seemed surreal. From immediately being surrounded by Italian to watching businessmen and women zip around the streets on vibrant Vespas, I was in my weird 16-year-old self’s dream. For the next 5 days, I aimed to cram in as much of North-West Italy as sanely possible and as a lone-traveller – a real Italian adventure. Day one: exploring Milan. What could only compensate for having to wake up at 2:30 in the morning to catch a 5am flight to Milan from Budapest was dining the best breakfast bistro/cafe I could find – but of course, a trip to Italy should start in no other way. After thorough research of my pre-pencilled-in Italian locations, I reached my first checkpoint: Bianco Latte. Literally translating to “White Milk” this little cafe/restaurant/patisserie joint is …

An Apple (Day) a…Year

It’s the most wonderful time of the year… no it’s not Christmas, pfft, it’s Apple Day! As the September sun sets on the year’s Summer, October brings about an annual chill, one laced with foggy breath, warm spiced drinks and the crunch of leaves afoot. Autumn spares no second to bombard the UK, Winter following behind with no mercy (although the former is rather the preferred season). But Autumn, although chilly and wet and sometimes a little miserable, by far is the most magical time of year here – at least for me anyway. I may be repeating myself from last year’s Apple Day article (which can be found here if you’re interested) but this really comes from the heart… I love Autumn and the festivities it brings about. It’s an extra delight that Apple Day falls in peak Autumn time in the UK, the annual Harvest festivities celebrating all that’s great and wonderful about this historic harvest period. I vividly remember sitting in primary school assemblies, surrounded by masses of fellow school pupils and singing …

A Foodie’s Guide to Northwest Italy ~ a Travel Top 6™ Travel Guide!

Whilst wandering through the spaghetti of streets, one can not only become lost in the city of Genoa but bamboozled as to what to sample first from the splendour that the city, situated on the coast of the North-West of Italy, has to offer.