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Budapest | Simon Busch | Hungary, Budapest, Budapest
A visit to the statue park is memorable not only for the bitter-sweet atmosphere of failed utopianism emanated by these monuments, like the last surviving beasts of a redundant species corralled in a zoo
Dumfries and Galloway | Simon Busch | United Kingdom, Southern Scotland, Dumfriesshire
A gay friend of mine from Australia once told me small towns made him feel so uneasy he always drove through them with his eyes shut
European Fleamarkets | Simon Busch
Porte de Clignancourt has become dominated by pricey retro furniture and antiques, with the apparently inevitable French corollary of bouffant bourgeois women with yappy dogs at their ankles, and gay Americans
Italy: Well-Oiled in Puglia | Simon Busch
Puglia is a kind of Saudi Arabia of olive oil; you half-expect the stuff to come welling from the cracks in the red, sandy soil
Lisbon Past and Present | Simon Busch | Portugal, Lisbon, Lisbon
My Belem bakery experience confirmed me in my belief that Portugal leads Europe in confectionery concoction. Portuguese tarts are unalloyed pleasure - the sensual, sticky underbelly of all that Catholicism
Lost in Fez | Simon Busch | Morocco, Northern Morocco, Fez
With its supposed 10,000 alleys, none much wider than a donkey cart, the old town of the most ancient of the Moroccan imperial capitals might have been built deliberately as a maze
Lyon | Simon Busch | France, Rhone Valley, Lyon
The Lyonnais may be cheese-eaters but they were by no means all surrender-monkeys. The question of who betrayed the resistance hero Jean Moulin in the city still smoulders half a century on
Marseille: The French Connection | Simon Busch | France, Provence, Marseille
I needed a blonde and a once-sharp suit, but I had neither. I headed to the Vieux Port anyway, in shorts
Perhaps the religiosity that is as thick in India's air as the smell of spice had begun to penetrate my skin
Sinai | Simon Busch | Egypt, Sinai, South Sinai
We were to ascend to the summit in time to watch the sun rise. At some, unknown elevation we would pass the putative point at which Moses received the 10 commandments from God
The Northen Circuit | Simon Busch | Morocco, Northern Morocco, Asilah
She appeared out of the mist like a slatternly vision. The smudge of lipstick she wore was stark against her etiolated skin and her wild, peroxided hair. She pushed a pram inexpertly, as if it were a new toy
The Rhone Valley | Simon Busch | France, Rhone Valley, Ardeche
I am thinking of lavender, resplendent fields of which cover the Rhône-Alpes like the back garden of a potpourri-obsessed god
The Turtle of Hoan Kiem Lake | Simon Busch | Vietnam, Central Coast, Hanoi
Many eateries in Hanoi cater to culinarily petrified westerners; avoid these second-rate establishments and, for a casual meal, at least, pull up a stool at a street stall among the Vietnamese
Trieste with James Joyce | Simon Busch | Italy, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Trieste
It was to keep body more than soul together that Joyce had made for Trieste, but it was something about the soul of the city that would keep him there, off and, mainly, on, for another 16 years