Enjoying The Apparent Lack Of Rain Here In Ireland. Yes, My Pipe Is Irish Made.

Tweedy life.

“I Love Florence”

Some days, I choose to be an adventurer.

Ponte Vecchio

I'm in an arty mood, like I need time in a museum.

As long those slippery cobblestones and a cold drizzle don’t ruin your mood, a stroll through the oldest Swiss town can definitely have some charm. Even though not exactly the first name springing into mind, you’ll recognize in Chur the swissness of its old town alleys, bland stone walls marked with cryptic heraldry, imposing seriousness, stability and frigid dampness. As you sulk along hoping the perseverant drip won’t find a way through your seams, suddenly an old painted house bemuses you with an arguably out of place liveliness… or is its energy just out of its time? Were the Swiss different in those days?

Nevemind that thought, time for a pint in some dry place, not far from the growing waters of the Rhine. The local Viamala golden lager is following the traditional brewing around here - bready and smooth with a discrete vein of hops. Yup, the Stadtbier Chur does good stuff and true to the tradition.

A little bit of medieval darkness for you dark academia fans. My own photos from a recent trip to the Emerald Isle.

Happy new year!

Felice anno nuovo!

And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been… (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Also current mood.