'A foggy day in London town...' I like this song, however the rest of the words don't really apply to me as, in spite of what has been on and off quite dismal weather, I haven't been all that low or down since I have been here. Once again I find myself in a city where there is so much to see and do, and there have been many friendly and familiar faces to catch up with here, too. My guidebook to London has been lost somewhere between home and my return here, and...

Well, things are going well here. Yesterday I walked up and down steep hills and lots of stairs, and today I have walked about 10km but on the flat, all the while seeing amazing sights, smelling amazing sells and every so often stopping to eat amazing food (I am fast running out of stomach!). Yesterday I did Montmartre including the Basilica du Sacre Coeur and the Place du Tertre. Quite a workout! The Basilica in particular - when buying my ticket to climb up to...

Hello again! It feels like ages since I wrote, net access has been harder to come by for the past little while. I am now in Paris, having since my last entry at Essaouira been back to Marrakech, through Marseille to Castelnaudary and on to La Ferriere before arriving here by train yesterday in the evening. So, to finish up on my Moroccan experiences: Essaouira was probably one of the most relaxing weeks of my life. We fell into a routine very rapidly which invo...

The parade was so good! But I'm getting ahead of myself... Went out to Black Rock on Saturday morning as planned for the market. Caught the train down, it was a pretty quick trip but I got to see the sea and some more parts of greater Dublin. It was another really cold day, and the train carriage was warm and smelled somehow of pies and soup - very cosy. Black Rock seemed quite a quiet seaside town. I was a bit early for the market when I arrived and so had a w...

I am now blessed with the gift of eternal eloquence! Those of you who know me to be shy and retiring and rarely uttering a squeak, wait until I come home! I've kissed the Blarney Stone and I shall be a veritable raconteuse for the rest of my life. Or so they say. I went on my tour to Co Cork yesterday - got up at 6am (having gotten to bed at 3.30 - the pubs here are too good!) and walked the Heuston Station where I met my guide, Bob, and the four Americans who w...