Regardless of anything else that has ever happened on any of my trips to the Middle East — I have never come away complaining about the food in any way. In my opinion — the nicest cuisine in the world…
The liquid refreshment has arrived, at least. A slightly late lunch…. but it’s nice to be on a weekend away. These two factors explain C’s look of contentment.
I confidently predict January 2018 will play itself out without a great deal happening in any way. Being taken out for lunch (by the wife) was the main event of the day…
Going a bit out on a limb with this shot because it’s out of focus, but I think it captures quite well the atmosphere of this totally unreconstructed bistro which we stumbled across at lunchtime. Food, wine, this is why I came to Paris… (well, OK, I came for a conference, but y’know).
So some feedback suggests that you guys might be missing the text captions on these daily posts…. Hmmm. I was enjoying letting the images take the load. What could I say to illuminate the ambiguity of this shot and/or all its little details? Why number 41? Why did someone feel it necessary to design a sign showing the potentially very obvious? (There have been a few signs lately. Maybe this means something, maybe it doesn’t.) Whose lunch? Where’s the payment? Those who know, know…
Second, and last, day here at the Högeskolan i Borås, and a very nice lunch at this Indian restaurant with three colleagues, including Ameera, the centrepiece of this picture. It’s been a nice stay here in Sweden, but too short: I hope to be back one day however.
A busy scene, full of vignettes. What are the two girls in front talking about? What is the guy on the left apologising for? This is taken on the QUT campus once again, but get used to it – with the exception of a couple of breaks, I’m here for most of the next month.
So this is the real reason I wanted to spend time in Copenhagen: the chance to eat at one of the world’s best restaurants, without a doubt. I made this booking some three months ago, but here we are, halfway through a meal of fifteen (count ’em) courses; I’ve just polished off an oyster that tasted just like the sea, and the chefs even prepared a whole alternative menu for Clare as she is lactose-intolerant, so she’s eating some caramelised onions and, as you can see from the look on her face, thoroughly enjoying it. Behind the oyster you can see what was definitely – and I mean definitely – the Best Butter in the World – and I wish I could have recorded every course. This was definitely the most expensive meal I have ever had – but we got what we paid for, it was definitely the best, too. If you are in the area and have the means, I highly recommend it.
This wasn’t the most dynamic of academic conferences – I mean, they never are, really, but this was more sedate than most. So not a huge range of pictures to choose from today. I like the semi-random pattern of reds and greens on this shot.
