Last morning in London

One of the things I like most about wandering around London and other familiar cities is finding slightly different routes to places and coming across interesting specialist shops. This morning, with a few hours to spare before our train we headed past Soho Square and down Charing Cross Road then towards Covent Garden, diverting down side streets as the fancy took us. Lanterns were strung across the street in Chinatown.

China town 28 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)
We came across a shop which had the most extensive display of cufflinks I have ever seen:

Cufflink shop 28 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)
The trip to Covent Garden was to visit a couple of antique silver stalls which are in the Monday market there. I was looking for ideas for a present but instead found some retro coffee spoons which will go well with the coffee service I got in Brighton last year. There was a sheep installation outside which reminded me of the cows which were around the Northwest a few years ago. There are still two at Runcorn station.
Sheep installation Covent Garden 28 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)
It was then time to pick up our bags and head to Euston. The station and train were much busier than usual because of the rugby world cup matches over the weekend and it looked like quite a few children were missing school today. At Stafford there was not one or two trainspotters but several having an intense discussion on the platform. I do not know what the collective noun is for a number of trainspotters. Now we are back home to slow broadband, apples that need picking and work tomorrow.

Pottering around London: Marylebone, Bloomsbury and the South Bank

A Thai curry and wander around some of the shops finished off yesterday evening. More music was purchased and I picked up a copy of the now free NME, a publication I have not read for years. Wandering back to the Royal Society of Medicine (where we are staying) and glancing along a side street I saw the BT Tower glowing in the evening light.
BT tower 26 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

This mornings destination was the Wallace Collection. It is hard to believe that in 35 years of coming down to London that I have never been to see it before. Inside the opulent building I was transported back to history of art lessons at school. There are so many old masters from the 15th to 19th centuries here, some familiar and others less so such as this Bonington painting of the Piazza San Marco in Venice.
Bonington Painting Wallace Collection 27 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)
Other rooms are stuffed with exquisite china (mostly Sèvres), Venetian glass, chandeliers and furniture. There were also some Minton tiles in a Turkish pattern despite the china all being French.
Venetian glass Wallace Collection 27 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

There is so much to take in that more than one trip will be necessary. Having refuelled with coffee and noting the restaurant as a possible future lunch venue, we wandered up Marylebone High Street. Even more music and books were purchased and in one of my favourite bookshops (Daunts), I looked at their Central Asian section. We are planning an overland London to Sydney trip in a few years time so I need to check up on what I have already got before filling any gaps in the travel library. I have been known to buy the same book twice. Other bookshop haunts visited were Waterstones near UCL which has secondhand, antiquarian and remainder books in addition to new stock and Skoob Books in the Brunswick Centre in Bloomsbury. Needless to say we did not depart empty-handed. We finished the day by meeting friends for dinner at the Festival Hall and walking along the embankment. I must come back with my camera and tripod for some night photography sometime.
On the South Bank 27 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

The London Eye 27 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

Shoes, sunshine and birds in London

Leaving home yesterday evening as the sun was setting and the moon had risen, made me wonder whether I will stay up until 2am on Monday morning to see the lunar eclipse. Sleep has been in short supply for the last few nights as the dog has been unwell. Our train was late into London last night and we had to get up early so that James could get to the course he was attending on time. I may have to wait until the next lunar eclipse. Once he was at Imperial College I had a coffee and waited for the V&A to open. I had not been in the museum for many years and had a ticket for their exhibition ‘Shoes: pleasure and the pain’.
Shoes V&A 26 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

Sadly no photographs were allowed inside the exhibition but it was a great display of shoes throughout the ages and on their construction. Every so often someone would exclaim ‘I had some of those’. I assume they were not referring to the antique Egyptian, Chinese and Indian footwear. Afterwards I looked at some of the other exhibits including European Fashion from 1750 and an installation by Barnaby Barford called ‘Tower of Babel’ It is composed of 3000 individual bone china buildings, each measuring 10 – 13cm tall and depicts a real London shop.
Barnaby Barford Tower of Babel V&A 26 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

Barnaby Barford Tower of Babel 2 V&A 26 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

It was such a fabulous sunny day that I decided I had had enough of museums and decided to head for more open spaces.

V&A 26 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

Eventually, after getting past all the tourists outside Harrods, I spotted some deckchairs for hire by the Serpentine in Hyde Park and sat there watching the world go by. This included a new sport not seen previously. People wearing wheeled narrow boards somewhere between roller skates and skateboards in size were propelling themselves along with Nordic walking poles. Selfie sticks were also everywhere and the park was very busy. Soaking up the sun, reading and watching the birds (magpies, geese, swans and pigeons) passed a couple of hours without any difficulty.

Geese V&A 26 Sept 2015 (1 of 1)

Later I met up with James and now the only decisions are where to eat tonight and what to do tomorrow.

Leaving the Aeolian Islands and discovering the Ionian coast

Breakfast was at 6am on Friday morning as we had to catch the 7.20am ferry back to Milazzo. The sun was rising as we arrived at the port, just in time to hit the morning rush hour but were were soon on the autostrada towards Taormina. The original plan was to walk from Castelmola to the top of Monte Venere, a limestone mountain nearby.
Castelmola from Taormina for blog (1 of 1)

As it was forecast to be at least 32 degrees, a few of us decided that was too hot for the climb on bare rock and opted to explore Taormina instead. The walkers were dropped off close to 10am and it was already very hot. We were taken to the town and after a coffee, started to explore, coming across a photography exhibition of work by Letizia Battaglia. She documented life in 1970s Palermo and this exhibition was entitled ‘Rompere il muro de silencio’ (Breaking the wall of silence). She was one of the people interviewed by the author of a book I am currently reading: Midnight in Sicily – on art, food, history, travel and Cosa Nostra by Peter Robb who lived in southern Italy for 15 years from the late 1970s and returned in 1995 to write the book . Our walk around the town led to the discovery of an old portion of Hellenic mosaic, many intriguing alleys, old churches and an antique map shop. We found one to add to our collection: a French map of Sicily in the time of the Greeks published in 1806. The Teatro Antico was on a high point with views of Mount Etna and the coast and quite amazing despite being prepared for a concert.

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There is also a large public garden with an interesting tale about its development by a woman banished from the UK by Queen Victoria as she was deemed an unsuitable mate for her son Edward. She later married the mayor of Taormina and created the gardens before dying at the age of 55. Things we did not expect to find in Taormina were an Irish pub and someone wearing a Manchester United shirt.

Afterwards,we met up with the others. They had got to the top of Monte Venere but had to take a bus back down because of the heat. A public bus took us down to Giardini Naxos which is less pricey than Taormina. It is very much a beach resort with hotels, stalls and a lot of tourists but on Saturday morning we found the archaeological park and museum which documented the earliest settlement here. It has the remains of houses outside and two museum buildings with the house contents and those of an early shipwreck. We met an Irish couple who told us about a large Roman villa in the centre of Sicily that has some very good mosaics and has taken several years to restore. That will need to be left to the next trip to this part of the world. The garden nearby provided welcome shade from the heat.

It was then time to head to the airport. We could have enough material from our time there to contribute to Little Britain’s ‘Come Fly With Me’. The staff at the bag drop desks were having a prolonged conversation despite the long line of people waiting. When we got to passport control there was no-one there. Eventually a dour-faced man appeared and spent ten minutes logging into the system. I got no response to my ‘buongiorno’ and he glanced at my passport and shoved it back to me without making eye contact. Fortunately we were soon in the air bidding goodbye to Mount Etna and watching the sunset over France.

Sunset

Two new islands

Yesterday morning after a leisurely breakfast on the terrace of our hotel it was time to pack up and enjoy a couple of hours wandering around Stromboli town before our ferry was due to leave. I dipped my toes in the sea and added black sand to the black dust already coating everything. We watched a cat trying and failing to catch a gecko, had coffee and pottered around the streets. Beyond the port was a path behind the beach which allowed some photography of the sand, the coast and some seedheads amongst the foliage.
Stromboli seedheads 1 (1 of 1)

Back at the port I was struck by the colour and abstract shapes at the edge of the dock which might develop into a painting when I get back. The hydrofoil journey was uneventful and we were soon at Lipari, our next stop. It was quite strange to be back in a busier and wealthier town. We dragged our cases along the main street to the hotel and we were glad to see had a pool as it was very hot. After checking in, it was time to explore the town. The Cattedrale di San Bartelomeo was not open but the museums were. We bought a ticket and went into the nearest which covered Greek and Roman history. We got a bit of a telling off from the staff for not going to the building that covered the neolithic period first and they were very keen that we followed the correct chronological order of rooms rather than dipping into what we fancied. I have never seen so many amphorae.
Lipari amphorae in museum (1 of 1)

Nearby was an exhibition of contemporary art situated in a former church which provided a contrast. There was supposed to be a visit to the site of some Roman baths at San Calogero and the obsidian mines but this was off as the Roman baths are closed for some reason but at least it gave us some wandering time. This morning we took a short ferry ride to Vulcano and as we did not leave until 9am it was getting hot with 32 degrees forecast. As we approached the path to the crater one woman coming down commented that we should have been here four hours earlier. It would certainly have been my preference to have come to the island the previous evening and started to climb much earlier in the morning to avoid the heat. We slowly got up to the first ridge whoch gives a good view of the crater. The sulphurous gas was stinging my eyes and our guide proposed to continue to the highest point and walk past the place where the gas was being emitted.
gas on vulcano for blog (1 of 1)

We decided to go back down the route we had ascended and met up with the rest of the group for lunch in one of the bars down in the town. No-one was keen to have a mud bath, even the smell as we walked past made us walk more quickly. We spent an hour on the black sand beach, some people swam but I like the sea as warm as the Indian Ocean before I take a dip. All too soon it was time to head back to the ferry and I pondered that at least this somewhat whistlestop tour is useful to identify places to return to and spend more time in.

An evening on Stromboli

After a very short rest we were due to meet up for the trek to the summit. Our tour leader was a little late and then told us that the guide we would need for the route beyond 400m was going to be late. We set off and passed an old cemetery abandoned in 1903. It was hot and the sun was still well above the horizon. At 270m, those of us not going up to 900m left the main group and walked across the flank of the mountain towards the observatory. It was a pleasure to leave the crowds plodding upwards and enjoy the peace of walking by ourselves. We met four young people from New Zealand who were carrying on uphill and continued to the observatory down what was said to be a mule track but which had not been used by mules for some time. The outside tables at the observatory were at two levels. We sated our thirst on the upper level, watching eruptions on the summit. Eventually we realised that to order a meal, we had to be at the lower level, continuing to watch the display. We enjoyed a meal and good wine before wending our way back to the hotel with our headtorches providing light and hoping that our friends were doing well on their descent. I was quite happy not to be walking off a mountain in the dark and down a dark ash scree.

Stromboli eruption 1 (1 of 1)

Stromboli eruption 2 (1 of 1)

Meeting Stromboli for the first time

A 4am awakening and 5am departure was necessary to get the ferry from Milazzo at 7.20am. Some people can sleep on buses and boats but not me. We found a seat near the front to give James more legroom only to find that a crew member had to climb over him every time we came into a port as he was in charge of the ropes. The sea was calm and the ferry called in at Salinas and Lipari before we caught our first sight of Stromboli ahead.
First view of Stromboli (1 of 1)
Having docked we walked to the office so that those who were climbing to the summit this evening could sign all the documentation (we are not as James strained a muscle on a descent the other day) and then picked up supplies before settling in at our beachside hotel and having lunch. The town is very pretty with narrow lanes and alleys and a black sand beach which we will have time to explore more tomorrow. The volcano towers above it.
Stròmboli from the town (1 of 1)
Now it is time to get ready for the small climb to the 400m viewpoint.