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Read more: 144. Shanghai, you magnificent overachiever.144. Shanghai, you magnificent overachiever.
If cities were supermodels, Shanghai would be the impossibly tall, other-worldly beauty, all height, confidence and angles, with silky molasses-coloured hair, improbably bright blue eyes, flawless skin. The kind of presence you simply can’t look away from. I was struck by her scale and shine. There’s a palpable sense of pride in what’s been built.…
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98.The good, the bland and the lucky
Read more: 98.The good, the bland and the luckySo Steve came over from London for the weekend and joined our crew in Aix en Provence. Instead of mooching around the village all day pretending to be badly spoken locals, to celebrate our swelling numbers we decided to rent a car and head to the coast. Immediately I chickened out completely and stepped aside for…
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97.Entire relationship tutorial
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96.Strangers on a train.
Read more: 96.Strangers on a train.I know. Another train. That’s what you do when you’re travelling, and me. Here is the cast: Me. Rocking a kind of a lesbian chic look, an overall with a white tee and a pale blue linen stripe shirt, expensive but trying to be understated. Studded boots. Throwing off the scent with an actual hiking…
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95.Train of thought
Read more: 95.Train of thoughtToday I write onboard the JTV, the fast train from Paris to Nice. I claimed seat 45 carriage 1 at 10am, for a six hour journey through the languid French countryside. Nothing chill about the speed of this thing though; we are slicing through the countryside like our pantaloons are on fire. I love love…
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94.An introvert in Paris
Read more: 94.An introvert in ParisI’m in the lobby restaurant of the Hotel Jeu de Paume, on a cold and wet Monday in Paris. Nestled between the two arms of the Seine River, Jeu de Paume has been sheltering travellers since the 17th century so it’s coping well with this one. It’s raining and Im fine with that. So very…









