tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58570920542062198142024-08-28T00:49:45.846-07:00Aspiring Travellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171136649761482767noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857092054206219814.post-71462488633247697412011-06-06T06:14:00.000-07:002019-10-03T04:37:41.090-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> I am weak for those silky soft Neapolitan pizzas that arrive piping hot still bubbling from the brick oven straight onto my plate. A perfect golden crust colour. Not chewy or crunchy just fluffy and springy. That is just what a pizza deserves to be.<br> <br> </div><a href="http://sanachebaro.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-pizzas-in-paris-les-meilleures.html#more">Read more »</a>Aspiring Travellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171136649761482767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857092054206219814.post-9307751182498914402010-03-26T02:17:00.000-07:002019-10-03T04:37:41.148-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br> “Light” and “black” are opposing forces, contradicting and refuting each other. Fused together they create an impossible oxymoron. Canceling each other out. Except when they are on one of Pierre Soulages’ canvases. One of the major abstract artists of the present day, Soulages strives to expose the powerful bond between light and black and unravel their coexisting strength. This journey is currently on display in a retrospective of the artist at the Centre Pompidou. The artist’s sixty-year career is encapsulated in over a hundred of his works starting in 1946.<br> <br> </div><a href="http://sanachebaro.blogspot.com/2010/03/unbearable-lightness-of-black.html#more">Read more »</a>Aspiring Travellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171136649761482767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857092054206219814.post-41978691303883958002009-11-24T01:54:00.000-08:002019-10-03T04:37:40.977-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br> <br> <span style="font-family: Lucida Grande;">Like most young girls I wanted to be a princess when I grew up. Our VCR tirelessly played &quot;Disney&#39;s Cinderella&quot; and I would watch her glittering finale gown and dream of my own special day. In a puffy white dress. Prince Charming arriving in his horse-drawn carriage. I would watch my mother primping herself before the ballet, rosying her cheeks and twisting her hair. I was hypnotized by her silky dresses and misty perfume, impatiently waiting for the day I would be old enough to play dress-up. 

Visiting Marie-José de Savoie&#39;s trousseau at t</span><span style="font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;;">he Mona Bismarck Foundation </span><span style="font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;;">conjured up these memories. Her sumptuous &quot;wedding chest&quot; is fit to delight any girl&#39;s imagination.</span></div> </div><a href="http://sanachebaro.blogspot.com/2009/11/cinderella-in-exile.html#more">Read more »</a>Aspiring Travellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171136649761482767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857092054206219814.post-13724834920713183552009-11-18T07:42:00.001-08:002019-10-03T04:37:40.920-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> If you are planning on touring Tuscany, rent a car and buy the Red Italy Michelin guide, a must for hotel and restaurant recommendations. Tuscany is vast so make sure to plan your trip ahead of time. <a href="http://www.viamichelin.com/">www.viamichelin.com</a> is a great orientation guide and can prevent you from trawling up and down the countryside.<br> </div><a href="http://sanachebaro.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuscany-italy_18.html#more">Read more »</a>Aspiring Travellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171136649761482767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857092054206219814.post-54368734476592305972009-11-18T07:38:00.001-08:002019-10-03T04:37:41.033-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="color: #333233; font-family: Georgia;">It soon felt like I was trespassing onto a secret, mystical land.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="color: #333233; font-family: Georgia;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Where are you going on your honeymoon,” I was asked during the nuptial planning. </span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="color: #333233; font-family: Georgia;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Los Roques?” was my half answer. </span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="color: #333233; font-family: Georgia;">I was met with eyes either wrinkled in confusion or seeped in nostalgic longing. It was a good sign. Los Roques was either unknown or revered. </span><span style="color: #333233; font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></div> </div><a href="http://sanachebaro.blogspot.com/2009/11/los-roques-venezuela.html#more">Read more »</a>Aspiring Travellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171136649761482767noreply@blogger.com