Mykonos is one of those places you have to go to at least once in your life. Visually, the landscape is rugged and a little barren, dotted with sugar cube houses. But it’s the turquoise Med and those “I’ve died and gone to heaven” sunsets that make you fall in love with the place. Here, I present to you the ultimate guide to planning your trip, plus my tips for where to eat, drink, lounge, admire sunsets, dance the night away and sleep off hangovers. Continue reading “Ultimate Mykonos Guide – Planning Your Trip and My Top Tips”
Helsinki is one of those dark horse city-break destinations. It doesn’t feature top of everyone’s list of cities to visit. Not when you have the grandeur and flash of Stockholm and the understated cool of Copenhagen so close by to get your Scandi fix. But as a summer weekend destination, I have found it to be all of quirky, eccentric, creative, stylish, hilariously fun and beautifully scenic. Continue reading “Helsinki Summer City Break Guide”
Barcelona. I can’t stay away from it. The culture, the architecture, the beach, the food, the people. It’s an explosion of awesomeness on so many levels.
So here is a quick guide to where I ate, drank and was merry on my most recent Barcelona weekend. Continue reading “Barcelona Weekend”
It’s fair to say I spend a lot of my time in and around the the buzz of London’s Soho. Soho has everything to make my life complete: amazing restaurants, great coffee, mind blowing cocktails bars, intriguing boutiques and just a touch of the crazies to keep you on your toes.
In the first of my three part series, giving you the inside tips on where to eat, drink and shop in Soho, I focus on Soho restaurants. AKA, where to find your foodie happy place, Soho style. Continue reading “Eating in Soho”
Rome. 24 hours is never enough time to get under the skin of this fantastically chaotic, seriously sexy, carb-laden city. Therefore, to ensure I get to the very best bits, I enlist the services of my Roman friend – let’s call him ‘Signor Roma’ – who, in his own words, “knows half of Rome. The other half of Rome knows me.”
With his finger firmly on the pulse of the dolce vita I’m in good hands; we jump on his Vespa and zip along the cobbled backstreets taking in shopping, sightseeing and of course, eating and drinking stops along the way. Continue reading “Twenty-Four Hours in Rome”