Saturday, 18 September 2010

Rolling on a - wrong - river. To Speyer, Spira as was

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Another Heidelberg philosphe weg, my fourth, down to the new bridge, past the Irish bar that Angela said was good, but I don't do Irish ...

Philosphies of Life

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Lazlo runs a brand new vinyl store in the clubby street; the late night old town, about half a hiccough from my bridge-side Heidelberg hotel...
Friday, 17 September 2010

Heidelberg: philosophy compulsory

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My favourite moment of the Baden-Baden Grayson Perry incident happens without him, back at the Capuchin-Radisson reception desk. An elderly ...

Grayson Perry and the travel pussy

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It's one part Hugh Hefner to another part Bond this morning, the first time in my life I have spent from waking until late afternoon...
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Wednesday, 15 September 2010

On the Road Road to Baden-Baden

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I get good karma kudos at breakfast, as word seems to have spread that I'm a crazy English walker, and not an investment banker with IPA...
Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Into Germany, leaving the Alsatians

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The walking out of Strasbourg dismantles the theories of "tiny" spatial differences somewhat, but only because I can't knock o...

On Marrying Elvis Presley

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There's a courtyard view from my hotel room; not looking towards the cathedral but away to another space I've not been. Leaving by t...
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Sunday, 12 September 2010

Strasbourg (1) The Spaces in Between

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It's warm in Strasbourg, the last days of real summer. Around the cathedral square and along the canals of the old city an influx of vis...
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Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Diccon Blues

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I've done my share of American/English bookshops around the world, from Buenos Aires to Cairo to Budapest. Yeah, I know. It is fair to s...

Basel: the joy of dances with death

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For my research work at UCL I've been reading this year a lot of late sixteenth and early seventeenth century religious texts, protestan...
Saturday, 4 September 2010

A few tales from the Rhine Riverbank, Spoiler Alert: No Wagner Yet

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Quite a lot of my days have started and continued like a tutorial at Oxford. The summoned by bells bit, woken from tired-limbed sleep by hon...
Friday, 3 September 2010

G-LOST, the fifty kilometre day

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The old town of Brugg, like so many of the smaller places on the trip at this time of the year, wakes with deep sharp shadows, and a sense t...
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Thursday, 2 September 2010

Im Brugg, No Colin Farrell.

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If there are typos, it is because it is sunny outside the Cafe in Basel I'm posting from. And the IPAD screen is not perfect. Will sort ...