They say not to judge a book by a cover, but when it comes to books, I always do. I’m judgmental like that. A good cover is what makes me notice a book on my round through the bookstore. If it doesn’t pique my interest, I’ll probably not pick it up. Not picking it up was not an option with The Watchmaker of Filigree Street though, as its cover
The leaves are slowly turning to yellow and red, wood stoves and hearths are fired up again, and the crisp air outside is just cold enough to put steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the mind. It’s the time to get cosy, or, as it’s so popularly called this year: for hygge. And although you should definitely go outside every now and then to check out the beautiful colors and work up an appetite for all the indulgent foods that are so abundant now, ’tis also the season for …
On every city trip? It’s quite a statement, I know. No two cities are alike. But while I might be telling you to eat pizza in Naples, or squid in Thessaloniki – and order neither in, say, Tbilisi – there are a few things you should always do in order to get the most out of your visit, no matter what
There I go, my suitcase trailing behind me. The bus just stopped on the empty corner of a big square in the center of Istanbul, and as everyone else got off I thought it best to follow suit. I have no idea where to go, so I decide to move in the general direction of where the crowd seems to be. As usual, I’m ill-prepared.
You read that right, this hearty dinner incorporates apples and banana – and it’s amazing. It’s a meal I grew up on, the recipe for which has been passed on to my mom from my grandmother. She was always cooking and reading cookbooks and magazines for inspiration, and I’m pretty certain she got this recipe out of one of the ladies’ magazines she subscribed to sometime in the seventies.
‘They have never been in a bookstore before. They have no clue how to find a book here, and wouldn’t think to have a look around. They simply come to the counter with the title they need, and expect us to get it for them.’ She sighs defeated as she says it.
It’s Monday, the weather is blah, and we need a little pick-me-up. Well, these crazy must-have socks are exactly what the doctor prescribes!
The hint of red that the sun brings out in my hair, I get from her. Although I have never known her to be anything but a silvery-white, she’d tell stories of how the other kids teased her with her bright red hair. She despised it, but I loved it – love it still.