These two beautiful lovebirds are my friends Greta and Robin from London (and Germany and the Netherlands). We spent a stunning Sunday morning shooting on Primrose Hill, marveled at the washed out looking skyline, sipped coffee in Kentish Town and generally had a good laugh in between all of that. I think they got a little stressed when I kept yelling things like “C’mon, do that kiss again! No! The other one!”, “Guys! Stop! Where’s the passion?” but really there was a lot of passion. Love is one picturesque thing.
When I hit Antalya, Turkey earlier this year, I expected a lot (think sandy beach, sun, palm trees), but the vibrant street life caught me off guard completely – in the best possible way.
It’s the kinda place where people go for all-inclusive beach holidays and end up not seeing anything but the hotel bar and maybe the pool, but oh my, there’s so much more to Antalya. Like the historic centre Kaleiçi with its stunning Ottoman houses, ancient ruins and the old harbour waiting at the end of it.
Back in November I was hanging out at the Martinhal Resort in Sagres, Portugal. I had no idea the Algarve would be so stunning in winter. The sensation of taking beach walks a couple of weeks before Christmas and spotting the occasional ray of sunlight probably never wears off – at least for Europeans. Katja, her adorable baby boy Atlas and I checked it out for a story for Travelettes and oh dear, did these five days charge our empty batteries.
Berlin‘s Mauerpark amazes me. Although it has long turned into a giant tourist hub on Sundays (and the flea market there admittedly is pretty cool), the space is still among the most chilled ways to spend a Sunday afternoon in autumn. After getting a beautiful scarf that’s really more like a hippie blanket and therefore very suited for the nightmare of a winter here, we grabbed a beer or two and watched the cool kids do karaoke and play music. When it slowly dawned the whole crowd started to party and that was one of those moments where spending a weekend in your own city was better than any spa retreat.
Coming back to Europe after Beirut sent me through the worst post-trip melancholy I’ve ever had, but luckily my friends in Frankfurt called in a beautiful breakfast in a light-flooded and quiet café. Lots of salami always does the job of cheering me up (weirdo) and so does the laughter of these two lovelies. See ya soon, Lebanon!
Lesecafé // Diesterwegstraße 7 // 60594 Frankfurt // Germany