Archives for posts with tag: tourist

Carrie Bradshaw’s house (underwhelming), the Friends apartment (also underwhelming), Ground Zero, taking a ferry to Williamsburg, delicious Mexican food, new rings, a carrot cake doughnut (so delicious), the view from the roof and a really great coffee.

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The dome on top of the Reichstag. 

Home sweet home. Hello vegetables.

Lots of texting. He’s very sweet.


Getting switched to the suite with the piano, the double sinks, the bidet, the swivelling TV and the huge bath. 
Wandering around Berlin, not needing to think about anything because Ciaran just took care of it all for us.

Beers, pizza, chips, chats, Cards Against Humanity and meatus talk. A really fun night out in Berlin. Coming home to play the piano at 3am.


Perfect trees.

The most perfect chocolate mousse.

Remembering to slow walk. And look up at the beautiful houses. And the penis graffiti.

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Spending the day just me and my parents, doing some tourist things around the city.
Finishing off my hat. And I didn’t do it wrong!
A lovely evening eating delicious food, watching Cuban dancing in the street and showing my parents the gin place that I’ve been wanting to take them to.

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This moustache mug in the vintage shop. It looks like a novelty item but its not. Hilarious. I love the nose space.

The duck race in the village with the man in knee length wet suits, standing in the river that only came up to their calves. Massively pointless outfit but funny.

Walking over Hungerford Bridge and watching the big tourist boat sail underneath, honking loudly with a whole deck of people waving. This made me smile for the rest of the bridge. I knew I would be glad I walked across the river rather than taking the tube.