The Umbrella Revolution and Me

 

The morning was still young. I seemed to be the only person about, which is a rare occurrence in Hong Kong. An occasional snore, or a soft rustle – little other noise came from the tents.

For tents there were, stretching along a highway which would normally be a traffic jam. The skyscrapers towered over them, emblazoned with huge advertisements for the next product to bring wealth and happiness. In contrast, protest signs hung from the overpasses, along with clusters of umbrellas. Continue Reading →

Remembering Bruges

Remembering Bruge

 

Bruges, Brugges, Brugge – there are as many variations on the name as there are languages spoken in this medieval town.

I visited in late autumn, and found a magical town. Bruges is a delight for wandering, for eating, for museums (an exhibition of the Flemish Primitives was showing) – and for chocolate. I was lucky enough to see the famous Dog of Bruges before he died. The old town is criss-crossed with canals, and cars are few.

A delightful place to explore the past. This photo brings back the smell of damp leaves after a crisp autumn day.