Chaos to Cosmos
The path from chaos to cosmos was discovered by telling one's life story

Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Saturday, 7 December 2013


Christmas lights on trees in a cold and wet Swansea

From the 6-8 Dec 2013, we visited Swansea, primarily because family history has it that one of my ancestors, Thomas Jones, came from the city, which indeed he claims on the 1851 Census. It may well be true, but the chances of proving it with almost no clues and a name that common in Wales, is probably lower than finding rocking horse poo and hens teeth on the same day as a tory telling a truth! 

We visited the lovely Swansea Market, found a nice Italian restaurant, watched the girlies tottering from bar to bar in Wind Street in ridiculous heels and very short skirts that they had to keep pulling down to [often unsuccessfully] cover their bums and discovered the Cherry Stag coctail at TGI Fridays. Sadly no longer on the menu, it's a good job I kept the recipe: Jim Beam Black Cherry infused bourbon shaken with Amaretto, cherry brandy and a dash of lemon juice.

And this was the only photo I managed to get on the trip.

Friday, 27 September 2013


Bridge of Sighs

Piazza San Marco in Venice, with St. Mark's Campanile.

Piazza San Marco

Grand Canal (Venice)

Venice was magical, despite the crowds. Would love to go back when it's quiet.

Wednesday, 25 September 2013


The Juliet balcony wasn't even added until the 20th-century!

Piazza delle Erbe, Verona

Piazza delle Erbe, Verona

Verona Arena

Piazza Bra with Verona Arena and Palazzo Barbieri (Verona's Town Hall)
Not sure if they were installing a piece of art or a new large drain!
Mobile phones arrived early in Verona, like about the Roman Era!

Verona was interesting and unintentionally amusing for all the wrong reasons. The things that stand out in my memory, apart from the crowds (as everywhere), were the especially bad basement - down dodgy steps - unisex toilets; the market in the Piazza delle Erbe that was selling almost entirely tourist tat with Chinese stall holders; discovering that "that balcony" is actually inside a tiny, tiny courtyard into which hoards of tourists as squashed tightly (never mind that it's the totally not real imaginings of a fictional story to begin with), and then at the Arena there was the Roman in the wrong type of costume that quality-wise looked like he'd got it off ebay, nattering away on his "out of character" mobile phone! That did make us laugh, but it also made me think that, to allow it, the authorities in Verona are really being disrespectful to visitors if they think we're stupid enough to be taken in by it, which kinda spoilt the impression I took away of the city.

Tuesday, 24 September 2013


The Castle in Sirimione

Place to find very cheeky birds

When we went, Sirmione was uncomfortably busy. Still fascinating, but hard to see for the crowds in a flying visit [birds, geddit?] that couldn't do it justice.