#brexit or my longest lasting hangover

Did it really happen? Can please somebody pinch and wake me up? Flashback. It’s Thursday evening, the day of the vote. A mixed group of internationals pouring wine and enjoying Pizza. England, Austria, Italy, Luxembourg call it whatever, our own little European…

Fruits and veggie darling.

These little spots do still exist, these little pearls. Kept by dedicated treasure keepers. All you have to do is sacking your iPhone, unplugging your earphones and stroll your neighborhood. So what am I writing about? Well, in particular this…

Barbican centre. Artsy partsy.

Even though Barbican used to be one of my hubs in the first months, I just discovered the Barbican Centre recently. Nicely located in the centre of London, it lacks a bit the appeal of the Tate or the British…