Summer lives fast and dies young. Back in Portugal, Summer used to last forever - the constant heat, the dry breeze, the neverending sunlight. Can't say I miss it. I'm an Autumn person as much as I'm a dog person. I'm ready for this Summer to end, reading beat poetry and Flaubert sheltered in the local pub snug, with an imaginary soundtrack (synthwave, The Cure, Sad Lovers and Giants) constantly stuck in my head. I find myself smelling the sweet perfume of old book pages, maybe those campfire marshmallows-scented candles are not enough for my greedy nostrils... White tea, dragonfruit and way too many carbs embellish my diet. Most of the time I feel like a bear cub, or a tiny Jack Russell. An ottersloth! Now, bedtime.
Friday, September 2, 2016
Sunday, August 21, 2016
This library is really something, isn't it?
I wouldn't say no to these cuban fish tacos with grapefruit mango slaw.
These sculptures are so powerful; lest we forget about the TransAtlantic slave trade.
This bedroom is perfect.
Did you know that Keith Richards once threatened to stab Donald Trump? Legen-fucking-dary.
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Glasnevin has so much to offer - in a non-touristy way: Botanic Gardens, the Royal Canal, river Tolka, Gravediggers pub and even a pyramid-looking church. Griffith Park revealed itself as another pleasant surprise in the Magnificent Northside. The perfect spot for quiet picnics (weather permitting), dog walking and some time alone with our thoughts. Bring a book and a brolly too.