I was planning on having a quietish year this year, and I didn’t take every travel opportunity I was offered for that reason. But I did still go a few places. Some I loved, some I hated, some I barely saw beyond the inside of my hotel room. Read more
Well, I couldn’t leave New Orleans without visiting the grave of Voodoo queen Marie Laveau, could I?
St. Louis No. 1 is the most famous graveyard in New Orleans, probably because she’s buried there. Nick Cage, despite still being alive, also has a grave there. Apparently he bought it after he visited a local voodoo practitioner for help with some life problems, and she told him he’d been cursed and would need to buy a plot in order for the curse to be lifted. Read more
I went to New Orleans for work a few weeks ago, and to my great surprise I didn’t like it at all. However there were lots of beautiful buildings, so even though I wasn’t having a good time I at least got to look at some pretty houses and take some nice pictures while I was there. Read more
I’ve been to Hurley House Hotel twice now, and both times I utterly loved it. The first time I went alone, having booked an impromptu weekend break when it got to halfway through Friday and I realised I just couldn’t deal with the thought of doing any more work. I arrived, spent the night in the comfy bed, showered under the waterfall shower in the morning, spent six hours in the luxurious bathtub draining the contents of the minibar, and had a Michelin-starred dinner before bed. On the Sunday morning I had a wonderful brunch in a beautiful dining room, and by the time I left I knew I’d be back.
Fast forward to my friend’s surprise hen do, for which we had to arrange six of us to get together somewhere, either for dinner or the night or both. Read more
Hi readers! Sorry I haven’t been around much over the last few weeks; summer is conference season and I have alternately been on planes, in hotels, and trying to recover from being on planes and in hotels. However now I am home again, hopefully for the next few months at least, so normal-ish service should resume. As much as ‘normal’ can be applied as a moniker around here, anyway.
So, what have I been up to? Read more
“Where are you going next?”
“Providence, Rhode Island.”
With one exception, every person I said that to made a face that meant ‘ew, why would you want to go there?’
So I wasn’t expecting to like Providence, which was fine because I wasn’t planning to explore it. I’d be arriving late Saturday night and going straight to bed, then working until I got into a cab to go back to the airport on Wednesday afternoon. Work was a conference, and I was staying in the conference hotel, so I’d planned to just spend the whole time in that single building. Read more