Author: Christopher Richardson

Fiesole, Fiesole, Fiesole. For as long as I live, the word will be an incan­ta­tion, pulling me from what­ev­er muck I have found myself in, kiss­ing me with sun and hill and grass, with the mem­o­ry of wine and figs, …

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My time trapped inside a crowd­ed and wet Salzburg hos­tel had tak­en its toll, and, for the first time since leav­ing home, I was spine-quiv­­er­ing­­ly ill. Which was per­fect tim­ing, real­ly, giv­en that my next des­ti­na­tion was one of the …

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Ah, Vien­na… City of Mozart, choco­late and choco­late Mozarts, I was imme­di­ate­ly seduced by this liv­ing gallery of art and music, an archi­tec­tur­al utopia in which near­ly every build­ing is a muse­um piece, par­tic­u­lar­ly, but not exclu­sive­ly, around the unfor­get­table …

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If the hype of hyper­ven­ti­lat­ing back­pack­ers is to be believed (and, let’s face it, it always is) then Europe’s hottest des­ti­na­tion is Croa­t­ia,  “the Mediter­ranean as it used to be.” So it was with great joy that my train from …

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The wis­dom goes, as wis­dom does, that if you have any pre­con­cep­tions about the Ger­mans (of the sauer­kraut, bratwurst and beer kind) then you will have them realised in Bavaria in glo­ri­ous abun­dance, and every Ger­man I had met on …

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With­out doubt, the great­est influ­ence on my child­hood imag­i­na­tion was British sci­ence-fic­­tion tele­vi­sion series, Doc­tor Who. Through­out pri­ma­ry school, I faith­ful­ly watched every episode screened dur­ing James Valen­tine’s After­noon Show on the ABC, includ­ing all of Tom Bak­er’s peer­less run …

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