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Marshmallows & Daisies: Let the good times roll

Louise — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 07:39:45 +0000

It takes a long time to grow an old friend ~ John Leonard

Paris Jour 1

Louise — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 17:50:12 +0000

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

Ernest Hemingway

{Trip Report – 12 June 2010)

Despite the patchy clouds and the rain drenched side walks, in our groggy jetlagged state, Paris, was exactly how we had remembered it to be, beautiful.

This time around, we had ourselves a lovely 3rd floor apartment on the Rive Gauche, in the very heart of Saint Germain des Pres.

We wasted no time to get acquainted with the City once again, bought a carnet of tickets, hopped on the Metro and headed to Porte de Vanves.

One of the main agenda of this trip for me was to explore as many les puces and vintage shops as I can manage.

Marche aux Puces de la Porte de Vanves is a typical french flea market located on the south side of the Left Bank.

We had a relaxing browse through stalls upon stalls of vintage treasures.

Checking out a potential buy. Notice the gorgeous vintage pink Chanel tweed jacket in the background?

Tested out my french by haggling with the stall owner. Soixante euros pour deux? (Sixty euros for two?) Non, non madame, cinquante cinq euros pour deux? (No ma’am, how about fifty five euros for two?) Lol… of course, I didn’t get to have my way when she started telling me how the necklaces have already been discounted from 80 euros to 60, in french!

These vintage road signs, after some spiffing up, would look amazing in our hallway! Alas, they were too heavy for us to lug it back home…

We returned to the apartment to freshen up. Nothing is more relaxing than a hot shower after being on a stuffy plane for almost 24 hours! We headed out the door to la plus belle avenue de monde.

Champs-Élysées on a Saturday afternoon is brimming with a glitzy swarm of tourists. We lunched, strolled up and down the avenue and decided that the weekend crowd was too overwhelming for our sanity. Crazy lines that snaked around the outsides of stores and when you eventually entered the store, you received an almost non-existent service because the store assistants were too busy charging the credit cards of Japanese tourists.

We caught the metro and rushed to Rue Cambon and managed to do a spot of retail before the shops closed at 7pm. No lines, offers of champagne upon arrival, much better.

We walked past the Tulleries on the way back and instead of golden and scarlet leaves covering the ground, this time around the jardin was actually lush, bright and cheerful.

Paris, the land where the word gourmet was born, is not without great food, of course. However, after a long day, you just want to have a quick bite and crawl into bed. What’s better than a fresh, warm crêpe oozing with Nutella??

Our favourite crêpe stall directly outside the Odéon metro. Nutella for me (biensûr!), jambon, œuf & fromage for Leo.

When the entire Saint Germain des Pres came alive that night, we slept and snuggled well into the next morning.

Rendezvous avec mon amour…

Louise — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 21:58:25 +0000

Bonjour à tout!

Greetings from Paris!

As a super early birthday present, I’ve had the chance once again to traipse the cobble stoned streets of Paris =)

Despite the long almost 24 hour plane ride, the biblical hives breakout from my what seemed to be an allergic reaction to anti-biotics, and spots of rainy patches, the city welcomed us back with open arms.

The past few days we have laughed, shopped, eaten, wandered and left footprints all over Paris.

More photos to follow!

Daylesford – Day 3

Louise — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 13:13:04 +0000

Sovereign Hill, Ballarat is about a 40 minute drive from Tuki. An open air museum that is located on a site linked to the richest alluvial gold rush in the world.

It has over 60 historically recreated buildings, with costumed volunteers and is complete with antiques, artwork, books, machinery, livestock and animals, carriages and devices all appropriate to the 1850′s era.

This old man wouldn’t stop talking about how her daughter bought him this accordian from Shanghai. Then he started spouting out Cantonese, Mom went to sit by his side and he said, “Oh come come! Come sit next to this ham sap lou…”

We had a spot of lunch at the New York Bakery =)

At the goldsmith, Dad attempted to lift a gold bar…

Retro print house. Bought some prints and posters for the house…

Dad marched into the millinery shop, put on this cowboy hat and demanded a picture…

This is how candles were made. Coincidentally the shop sold various kinds of vegetable oil soaps as well, at just $2.95 each, Mom and I bought up a storm, of course!

Outside the sundry shop…

We raced back to Tuki from Ballarat, hoping to catch some trout for dinner. After all, why stay on a trout farm if you don’t try your hand at trout fishing, right? We hung around for about 45 minutes, all the while watching (enviably) this 2 girls in mini skirts and 3 inch heels, catching trout after trout and squealing away; our fishing rods in the mean time, refused to budge.

That explains why Leo looked like this…

In the end, we gave up, went into the restaurant and bought 4 fresh trouts to cook for dinner (much easier!)

The next morning, we woke up to a herd of stallions right in front of our cottages; bade Tuki goodbye and headed back to Melbourne.

Daylesford – Day 2

Louise — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 01:41:34 +0000

Leo and I woke up bright and early the second day to the wonderful smell of homemade lamb sausages, bacon and toast.

First stop of the day was Daylesford’s Maker’s Market. We went in for a twirl and came out with some handmade rings and vintage prints for the house =)

Chocolate Mill

At around mid day, Dad started to look a little restless, so in order to keep everything tightly under control, Leo and I took them to the Chocolate Mill, “for serious chocoholics”.

Hmm… choices, choices, choices! No one should have to choose between chocolates…

Dark? Milk? White?
Frangelicos? Rum?
Caramel? Mousse?
Ginger? Chilli?

Dad took a dare and ordered ice cream topped with hot chili chocolate. Initially he declared that the chilli factor was pure hoax, until the fiery aftertaste got to him and I swear I saw faint smoke streaming out of his ears!

We came out with bags and bags of cocoa goodness, and that even includes a couple boxes of after-dinner sweets!

Lavandula

Lavandula is a Swiss Italian farm, 10 minutes from Daylesford.

They converted an old barn into a small retail shop that sells homewares and lavender potions.
Mom, with her newfound love for lavender, went crazy. She can now build a tiny house out of the many bars of lavender soaps that she bought.

Against a backdrop of lavender crop art.

There isn’t another person who loves lavender as much as Mom does… You should have seen her butchering the lavender bushes grown outside of our neighbour’s Tuki cottages. She went out at night with a torch light and came back with a million stalks of these purple beauties.

Mom rolling (almost) in a field of lavender…

Had a nice lunch at La Trattoria before heading back to our cottages.

We spent the rest of the evening photographing Tuki’s breathtaking landscapes.

Mom and I walked away from the retreat, hoping to be able to get a closeup of the grazing sheep. Until sheepdog Lily overtook us and chased away all the sheep!

Mom, the ranger, gathering wood for the fireplace…

We had another cosy night in with home cooked noodles, sausages, salad and tea =)

Daylesford – Day 1

Louise — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 09:07:51 +0000

Since I have some time on my hands this weekend, I thought I might as well post an update complete with pictures of Easter long weekend before I had to do another embarrassingly late travel entry.

Parents landed in Melbourne for their 3 week holiday last Thursday. Having visited Melbourne almost 7 years ago on a whirlwind of a trip, I decided to bring them to the idyllic Daylesford for the long Easter weekend.

We were given 2 side by side stone cottages overlooking a lake.

Having consulted Dad on the type of holiday he was after, Tuki Retreat seemed to tick all the boxes. Fresh produce. Countryside setting. Stone cottages. Crackling fireplace. 30 minutes from Daylesford, Australia’s spa country.

The cottages are equipped with old fashion fireplaces (boy, did Leo and Mom have a great time building roaring fires!) and small kitchenettes.

We checked in a little after 2pm and headed straight to the small in-house restaurant for a quick bite.

Tuki is known for its fresh trout as well as its lamb produce. We had a hearty lunch before heading into town.

The main pulse of Daylesford seemed to have flatlined as most retail shops were closed for Good Friday.

Eateries were buzzing with tourists, we had a walkabout and went into Frangos Frangos for coffees and cake.

We later drove into Hepburn Springs and stopped by the cluster of mineral springs in the springs reserve.

Several springs exist in the main reserve – Soda, Sulphur, Pavilion, Locarno and Wyuna. They ALL tasted like old, rusty metal. Although the Soda Spring ranked slightly higher on the likeable-o-meter, (but only due to its carbonated nature), I still could not have spat the foul tasting liquid out of my mouth fast enough.

Here’s one for the album… With me working hard at the pump, dad looking disinterested, and mom, with her crass pose (which was entirely her insistence, btw)

I should have heeded advice on making advanced dinner reservations as every single place we went into was fully booked. We rushed into the local IGA (5 minutes before shop closure), stocked up on packets upon packets of instant noodles and had a cozy homecooked dinner in our cottages.

High Tea Weekend

Louise — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 21:48:17 +0000

We went to Sassafras, Mount Dandenong, a couple of weekends ago, just a short 1 hour leisure drive from Melbourne.

This part of town is always great for some browsing and a spot of vintage shopping…

Our favourite piece: A vintage wooden Michelin Man rocking a cigar…

The last time we came the line that snaked around Miss Marples Tea Room was intimidating, however, this time around we were determined to a table. This place, crowded as it always is, does not accept reservations. We had to leave our names and come back at a certain designated time.

Miss Marples Tea Room (after much googling) is a memorabilia gallery of Agatha Christie’s fictional character (Leo and I embarrassingly thought that it was some old English lady whom, post WWII for some reason ended up in this part of the world and decided to open up an english tea house!)

Miss Marples’ famous jam, which went very well with the scones later on…

Quaint english setting with pink tea rose table cloths….

Exposed wooden beams, framed vintage prints of Miss Marples, old teapots and waitresses in black dresses and white aprons whizzing in and out of the kitchens with mountains of food…

The scones I had were a little bit dry but we might just brave the crowds and drop by again for the giant sundaes =)

Firenze Day III & Day IV

Louise — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 10:02:03 +0000

{Trip Report 09 Nov 08 & 10 Nov 08}

We awoke bright and early, had a hearty breakfast wheeled and trolleyed right into our room by Christian =)

We decided to take it slow and strolled leisurely into the town centre and towards the river.

A “human sculpture” outside the Uffizi Gallery…

Ponte Vecchio

Ponte Vecchio is the medieval bridge over the Arno River and is occupied by jewellers, souvenir sellers and art dealers.

I went hunting for vintage brooches, haggled and went home with 3 authentic shell cameos =)

We stopped by for some delectable gelati…

We went across the bridge and stumbled upon Papier Arti E Mestieri, a lovely quaint papier shop in Piazza di Santa Maria Soprano. The entire shop is filled with gorgeous leather bound journals, handmade marbled paper, tooled bookmarks and handstamped cards.

Before dinner, we caught a cab to Piazza Michaelangelo to bask in Florence’s golden skyline…

We celebrated my birthday at Golden View Open Bar, by the Ponte Vecchio, where we had the best seafood dinner, still unrivaled till today.

We were meant to only spend 3 days in Florence, having booked an early morning train heading towards Venice. However, we encountered a train strike (again) but this time, trains were cancelled for the ENTIRE day. We had to ring our hotel in Venice to hopefully be able to cancel the first night stay and thankfully, the owners were kind enough to not charge us a penalty. I rang Christian and he was able to put us up in one of the smaller rooms, so we dragged our sorry selves back to the BnB; to recover from the ordeal, we stopped by Santa Maria Novella Perfumeria, an opulent baroque gallery that houses fragrances, tonics, rose water and soaps. A bit pricey but I bought a bottle of ‘Angels of Florence’ as a souvenir =)

Firenze Day II

Louise — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 09:46:48 +0000

Trip Report – {Florence 8 Nov 2008}

A trip to Florence is not complete if you do not visit its famous designer outlets. So we dedicated day 2 for some retail therapy.

Took a bus tour to Space Outlet in Montervarchi, after a journey of approximately 1-1.5 hours, the bus arrived at a very unassumingly large black building. This houses all the glittery Pradas at (somewhat) amazingly discounted prices. The security procedure was extremely vigilant, therefore no photos within the building.

We found this outlet a tad too overwhelming (probably because the tour only allocated 1.5 hours of shopping time at Space) God knows I don’t shop well under pressure!

Prada score: 1 bag, 1 coin purse and a pair of tooled leather shoes for Leo.

Next stop: The Mall

The Mall is about 1/2 hour’s drive from Space and consists of outlet stores such as Alexander McQueen (sigh), La Perla, Marni, Gucci, and Yves Saint Laurent. Here we spent the allocated 2 hours and 45 minutes leisurely strolling the stores and trying to avoid the complete hysteria that is in the Gucci outlet.

Score: A demure set of La Perla, a trio of Marni brooches.

We went back to Alloro, freshened up and went out for a quick bite.

Florence, with its cobble stoned streets and beautiful Renaissance architecture, all bathed in warm yellow light is indeed a sight to behold.

We wandered around the streets before heading back. A big day ahead tomorrow, my birthday! =)

Firenze Day I

Louise — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 07:45:43 +0000

Trip Report – {Florence 7 Nov 2008}

We arrived into Florence’s Santa Maria Novella Station via Eurostar. The train ride was smooth, the cabins were comfortable and the best bit was the power outlets located at every seat’s table. It made the 4.5 hour train ride slightly more bearable.

Our itinerary was to leave our luggage at our BnB and then rush to the train station again, board the next train out to Pisa.

Prior to our trip, I have read all about the infamous Italian train strikes and have been crossing my fingers that we would not encounter one. But, of course, as luck would have it, half way to Pisa, our train came to a complete halt in the middle of nowhere.

The PA announcements were all in Italian, and when I asked around, nobody seemed to be able to speak English, until a kind American advised me that students were protesting on the tracks and trains are not expected to head into Pisa for another 5 hours! With that, we decided to cross the platform and catch the returning train back to Florence.

Alloro Bed and Breakfast

Alloro Bed and Breakfast is tucked away in a quiet street off the main pulse of Florence. Christian, the owner’s son, who is the most accommodating, honoured our request for the ‘red’ room. And the reviews on Tripadvisor were spot on, and the room definitely did not disappoint!

San Lorenzo Market

Florence, known for its Renaissance splendour, precious carved cameos, and of course, leatherwork.
Unfazed by the sudden change of plan, we decided to hit San Lorenzo market right away. The smell of leather was intoxicating…

I bought one and wore it straightaway!

Leo haggling away for his lined lambskin gloves… They’re divine!

We were ravenous after our leather shopping spree and decided to stop by a quaint little restaurant (which name I have regrettably forgotten to note down)

I discovered my liking for pollo e funghi pizzas; and Leo learnt the difference between bellisimo and bollisimo (in the most embarrassing way)!

Accademia

The Florentine gallery houses the infamous David statue by Michelangelo. David’s statue was moved from outdoors and into the gallery for conservation purposes.

Photography was strictly prohibited within the premises, however, I managed to curl up in an unassuming corner and tried my hardest to quietly snap away, before 2 burly female guards came running towards me and blurting out incomprehensible (in what I can only assume to be) polite italian.

Duomo/Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore

The marble panels are in different shades of green and pink, bordered by white and is part of an elaborate 19th century gothic revival facade. The basilica remains as one of Italy’s largest churches and its dome is the largest brick dome in the world.

We booked tickets for a tour out to the designer outlets bright and early the next morning, so we decided to turn in around 10pm.

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Paris Jour 1

Rendezvous avec mon amour…

Daylesford – Day 3

Daylesford – Day 2

Daylesford – Day 1

High Tea Weekend

Firenze Day III & Day IV

Firenze Day II

Firenze Day I