Notes from a Venice Virgin
Travel writer Paul Joyce takes to the high seas for a virgin trip from Venice to Athens, by way of Dubrovnik. Armed with camera and notepad, he haggles, snaps and pens his way through a velocious Venetian adventure.
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Florence: Off-Season Art
Known as the birthplace of the Italian Renaissance and historical home to the powerful Medici…
Piemonte’s White Gold
The white truffle is one of the most heralded and expensive foodstuffs on the planet. Sophie McLean explores the rugged landscape of Piedmont for the annual truffle fair, in search of the finest foods, wines and Italian white gold.
Bled, Sweat and Tears
Two Ladies in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Bugs): Miss York never thought she would sit in a canoe, let alone row one. But with no other mode of transport to get across Lake Bled to the island church, she found herself sticking her oar in.
The Girl on the Downs: A Middle-Aged Mystery
The Dorset Downs in the swing of summer is a glorious place to be; even better when you have the company of an old friend. But Joyce and AP found that a wander through the woods can become a haunting stroll along memory lane.
A Gallivant in Galway
“Keep your heart in the suitcase and your eyes on the road,” were Paul Joyce’s parting comments about visiting Ireland as he left the office with a weekend case in one hand and his trusty camera in the other. The Galway Arts Festival had piqued his interest to return to the land of his ancestral roots; from Chekhov to Matisse to the resplendent Ashford Castle, the romance of Galway was hard to resist.
Written and illustrated by Paul Joyce.
Bondi or Bust
I’m standing on Bondi Beach, it’s a balmy 73 degrees and I’m freezing. It may…
The MS Marco Polo
Intrepid explorer Paul Joyce braves the high-seas on Cruise & Maritime’s ageing ex-Russian navy charter,…
Into the Valley of Death
It’s 11am on a very hot morning. I’m in Death Valley, the national park that…
A Feature from the Blue Lagoon
My Icelandic break was nearly over and 2010 was just around the corner, so what…
A Missive from Marrakech
Dear readers; I’ve never been out of Blighty for Christmas. Not for want of escaping…
Lawrence’s Missive From…The ‘Maple Leaf’
Alas, not the autumn-hued imagery that a maple leaf might conjure up, I write to…