Postcard from Paradise (MMXVI)

Greetings! I’m sunning myself in tropical Far North Queensland. This is a fine way to recharge before returning to complete the final edit before submitting my doctoral thesis.

Snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef

Snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef

 

Admiring a Boyd's Forest Dragon

Admiring a Boyd’s Forest Dragon

The last time I was in the tropics was four years ago to see the magnificient eclipse.

Total Eclipse over Four Mile Beach

Total Eclipse over Four Mile Beach

 

Has this trip eclipsed the last? It has certainly been memorable!

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Postcard from London (MMXV)

This is my last night based in London. I’m squeezing in one more session of archival research before I return to Sydney. To borrow from De Flores: “I’m up to my chin in heaven.”

Today began in Bloomsbury with breakfast, a walk and my first “flat white” order of the trip (which served as a reminder of how soon I’ll be back in Australia). I got so engrossed in the manuscript I was working on at the British Library that I missed my window for lunch. Fortunately I had purchased a cinnamon scroll with that morning coffee. After taking care of errands, I hopped in a taxi and made it to Shakespeare’s Globe just as the doors were about to close on the performance I had a ticket to. I only managed a bite of the scroll before darkness silenced the audience.
I completely forgot my hunger for the duration of The Changeling.
As I moved across the bridge towards St Paul’s snow flakes glided down and a chill entered with each breath. I should have switched my brogues for boots and wished that the lace beaded sleeveless top beneath the trench coat I picked up in Paris was thermal.
Stepping from tube to platform hunger returned. I noticed a mother and daughter walking towards me. The young girl held her mother’s hand reluctantly and outstretched the other. As we passed she ran her mauve mitted hand over the body and buckle of the navy handbag I had done the same thing to before buying it from a boutique near the Campo de’ Fiori.
Travel is reaching out to experience the world.

 

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This journey is almost at an end. Another is only just beginning.

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Postcard from Paris (MMXV)

I’m about to take a fast train across the channel and leave my beloved Paris. Research here has progressed well (more on that later). There’s been time for a handful of gastronomic indulgences: bread, cheese, and frites; chocolate and soufflé.

 

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Soufflé with a hint of Grand Marnier.

The taste of tome fraîche folded into mashed potato, the sight of curls of foliage in an illuminated manuscript, the feel of a fifteenth century wooden handrail as I climbed a staircase into the past; these memories and more board this train with me.

 

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Postcard from Rome (MMXV)

Buon Anno!

I’ve spent an intense and unforgettable few weeks researching in the “Eternal” city of Rome. I’ve devoured mountains of pasta and enjoyed the company of new friends. I feel fortunate to have had another chance to explore Rome’s cultural riches.

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Arrivederci, Roma!

I’m off to the next city on this non-stop itinerary. I’ll be sure to write more once I’m home.

May we all make the most of 2015,

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