Go light on breakfast. Avoid the van selling roast pork. Spurn the gelateria with pistachio ice cream. Otherwise your bella figura may expand into a gran’ figura, because Tuscany’s cultural feast comes with toothsome temptations at every turn.
A crispness in the air promises Mediterranean winter is on its way. Trees have turned gold, the Tiber is wreathed in early morning mist, and buying cones of hot, roasted chestnuts doesn’t seem a crazy thing to do. Under winter’s pale blue skies, Italy’s capital is back in the keeping of its inhabitants. Back to its ravishing best.
Gulp! Tickets for the London Dungeon now cost $35.50. Yet many foreign visitors feel compelled to visit it. They also ride the London Eye, traipse around Madame Tussauds—and then moan that everything is hideously expensive.
There’s something intriguing about Hungary. Take away Budapest, goulash and gypsy violins, and it’s practically unknown to the English-speaking world.
It’s a sight to swoon over. As the plane dips down, there they are—strewn across the South China Sea like glittering emerald necklets. Glimpsing even a fraction of the Philippine’s 7,107 islands gives most visitors a visual knock-out
Perched on a wall, scoffing a mint-and-hazelnut ice cream, I’m watching an Italian mountain rescue collie go through his paces.
Most countries’ favorite dishes have gone international. So you may wonder why “sizzling sisig” is such a rarity. It certainly sounds tasty. And it’s a staple of almost every menu in the Philippines.
In the first of a series on unspoiled European enclaves, Steenie Harvey reports back from the Alentejo region of south-central Portugal. Here you’re far from the tourist trail in a land of slow roads, off-thegrid beaches and fl ower-fi lled fortress towns
In the bastide village of Larressingle, in the Midi-Pyrenees region, the Auberge de Larressingle belongs to the Logis de France association. With more than 3,000 independent hotels (mostly small and family owned) under its wing, the association represents “hotels with a human face.”
A confession: At International Living’s recent Live & Invest Overseas Conference in Las Vegas, I acted like an unscrupulous rug trader. The attendees didn’t stand a chance...