The Palacio, as I said, is situated at the south of the city, by the Belem Tower and surrounding the hotel are various sights to take in whilst in Lisbon, or none of them. There is a huge Brutalist edifice that houses the museum of the locality, but at every turn there is something to see, visit, climb, ride, eat or drink.
Tuscany is a part of the world I felt I was familiar with. I’ve walked the cobbled streets of Siena. I’ve jostled through the overbearing crowds of Florence, craning my neck to take in the wonders of Brunelleschi and his kin while keeping half an eye on…
At the mesmerising Al Hosn Festival, I found a vivid celebration of Emirati heritage with craftspeople, poetry, pearl divers and falconers gathered around the city’s oldest structure, the Al Hosn Fort. The air was thick with the scent of oud, and for an afternoon, I felt part of something older and wiser.
Michelin guide recommended, Prithvi was founded by Jay Rahman, a Cheltenham local with hospitality running in the family. In 2012, the new era of an existing name commenced. Headed by Executive Chef Tom Law, they designed a sophisticated reimagining of South Indian cuisine.
Set in a sprawling country estate with a gentle grasp on the Cotswolds just moments away from Cheltenham, a long driveway lined with neatly coiffured hedgerows leads to The Greenway Hotel & Spa. Resident to the same lineage from its construction in 1584 until 1854, after just three subsequent owners, it opened as a luxury hotel in 1945. Relatively untouched, the Elizabethan architecture still reigns throughout the grand Grade II-listed 16th-century manor.
Egypt is one of the four oldest civilizations, an ancient land steeped in Bedouin traditions. In the South East Sinai lies Dahab – not merely a town, but a bohemian arcadia and a powerful fusion of culture and progression, where the past and future coexist harmoniously.
Well, the new year is well and truly underway, and the calendar’s first opportunity for heartfelt gift-giving is upon us once again.
Whether you’re a seasoned romantic or simply erring on the side of caution (which is, let’s be honest, always sensible when it comes to matters of the heart), Valentine’s Day has long been a chance to demonstrate your affection via the medium of gifting.
The connoisseurs of all things Bourbon-related may undertake their pilgrimages to the dust-strewn distilleries of Kentucky and Tennessee, keen to uncover the heritage and delights of Pappy’s and their kin. Those seeking the (supposed) origins of the whiskies of the British Isles will congregate around Bushmills in County Antrim.
I had been warned — in the way you’re warned about particularly smug schools or eco-retreats — that this was a place of six-pack mums and silent, whirring prams. I can confirm both exist. But so do white stone terraces kissed by the sun, a beach that practically whispers your name, and a level of service that gently erases any resistance you might have been clinging to.
When the First Edition finally met the glass, it did so quietly. No fanfare, no superlatives—just a moment of stillness as everyone took that first sip. What followed was not a rush of tasting notes, but a kind of contemplative silence.