Beauty is in the detail. This post is all about looking up, down and closer around Lisbon.
“Traditional Cake Since 1968” or so says the logo of Zarzuela bakery in Lison, Portugal. But this is no ordinary place of pastries and breads. Zarzuela is an allergy friendly cafe and deli counter, selling gluten free and lactose free goods. In fact, the entire menu, covering breakfast through to early evening, can be served gluten free.
I have a gluten intolerance, so finding an eatery where not only are my dietary requirements understood but fully catered for is near impossible. Especially in a foreign country where my knowledge of the lingo is (embarrassingly) minimal to nothing.
I found mention of Zarzuela online while doing research on GF restaurants and cafes before flying out. We hot-footed over on our second day and ended up visiting three times and taking away a few cheeky treats each time. Being able to walk into a BAKERY and take my pick of ANYTHING was INCREDIBLE. I can’t overstate how utterly wonderful it was to have that sense of freedom when choosing what to eat while outside of my own home. It’s been three and a half years since I’ve been able to do that.
The menu has breakfasts, snacks, sandwiches, chips, pizzas, burgers, and a huge range of sweet dishes including waffles, doughnuts, ice cream and traditional Portugese custard tarts. Everything I sampled was delicious, homemade and high quality – including the best Sangria we had all week. Pure gluten free heaven.
One from the holiday archives: Vancouver.
Vancouver took A LOT of warming up to. Our first night in the city resulted in an unintentional tour of the less salubrious side of Downtown. But after discovering Stanley Park my view started to shift somewhat. This was taken from the park at low tide, the water still enough to catch a good reflection.
Back in July Mr S and I visited Canada. Our tour took us from Calgary, through the Rockies, to Vancouver (with a bit of extra time in Victoria).
Hailing from the UK where the wildlife is somewhat ‘safe’, I couldn’t get enough of the Canadian critters. Here are a few of my favourite snaps:
On day two of the tour we visited Lake Louise and the Columbia icefields. It also turned out to be BLACK BEAR DAY. In true Goldilocks style, we saw not one, not two but THREE. This fella was having a sniff about near the road and I managed to get a few decent pics from the safety of the coach. Can you believe people were out of their vehicles, kids in tow trying to selfies? Luckily he slumped off, clearly agitated by the attention, before taking too much offence to the cameras.
On the subject of bears, I loved the fact that all of the bins displayed this anti-bear logo. These guys are grizzly bears, which we didn’t get to see… which I’m kinda glad about – they look a bit big.
We also came across these cute deer and mountain sheep on Bear Day….
…and these cheeky little columbian ground squirrels. Maybe I should rename Bear Day, WILDLIFE DAY.
The Rockies had their fair share of animals, but so too did the cities. We spotted several raccoons padding around Vancouver’s Stanley Park. They’re about the size of a cat, so it was rather startling to see them just having a stroll through the park. Rabies is a real threat though, so we kept our distance.
Undeniably a magnificent bird, the heron was our top sighting. Our walk around Stanley Park’s seawall resulted in at least nine heron spots. We also came across a breeding sight (right) in Victoria’s Beacon Hill park.
Finally, the photo I’m most proud of: the butterfly. Sunning itself on the coastline of Beacon Hill park, this flutter allowed me to take its portrait and is surely going to win me critical acclaim as a wildlife photographer [modest].
Mr S bought his house in February 2015. Save from a lone summer barbecue, the square of grass out the back lay virtually unused for over a year. One ill-fated attempt to spruce up the area left me pulling up weeds alone with nothing but a broken trowel for company. Boredom, hayfever and an aversion to sunshine drove Mr S into the shady confines of his mancave.
Moving in last winter gave me unprecedented access to the house and I quickly claimed the outside space as my own. Planting my flag firmly in the patchy lawn of course piqued Mr S’s interest. We have therefore embarked on a project to transform the space.
The first step was to take a look at what we’ve got. There was a moss ridden, waterlogged lawn, a square patio, a couple of areas of stone chips and a rather sad-looking plastic excuse for a shed. The fences had, at some point in the distance past, been treated to a coat of grim brown paint and were slowly being overtaken by neighbourly foliage. It was essentially a dull, characterless space with no purpose and unsuited to any sort of social event. (We did host one barbecue last summer where we perched borrowed garden chairs and an Ikea coffee table among the weeds.)
Top priorities for project garden:
Back in April we went into this project with a huge amount of misplaced enthusiasm, believing it would take a weekend, maybe two at most, to carry out a complete transformation of the garden. Three months down the line a combination of inclement weather, inexperience and an ignorance of the effort required has taught us otherwise.
(For infor: sketches using gardena.com’s My Garden design tool.)
Nipping over to the continent for a Christmas market or weekend of cultural amusements is a snitch. So it beats me why I don’t do it more often. Over three years ago I took in the festive delights of Bruges, including a display of Disney themed ice sculptures that quite literally rendered me speechless but since have been something I’ve not been able to stop rambling on about.
I’m not going to lie, chocolate was high on our agenda for the weekend. A peruse around the chocolate museum and discovering that brandy tipped unceremoniously into a mug of frothy hot cocoa really is as good as it sounds were some of the highlights.
We made regular diversions into shops selling candy of all colours and unimaginable flavours – most of which have been long forgotten. Except Dumon Chocolatier.
A small establishment located quite centrally in Eiermarkt, Bruges, Dumon looks like something the Brothers Grimm dreamt up – a perfect Hansel and Gretel-esque cottage, a little at odds with the larger and later buildings. After descending a miniature staircase into the shop, floor to ceiling chocolate awaits.
Not wanting to put all of our chocolate eggs into one big Ballotin, we opted for a medium selection to take home. Our carefully transported haul of Bruges’s finest were slowly sampled in the run up to Christmas. Despite other chocolates displaying far heftier price tags, Dumon Chocolatier won on all fronts – taste, texture, design – leaving us hungry for more.
A colleague of mine recently headed to Bruges and asked for travel tips. Being mid-summer enthusing about ice sculptures was futile but chocolate has year-round appeal. Directions to Eiermarkt duly divulged, I was not expecting an offer of Dumon’s produce in return.
An email entitled “Mission Accomplished” pinged into my inbox and a gleaming picture of a Dumon Ballotin rewarded my eyes. What followed was a very long weekend of waiting.
The passing of time can warp memories, distorting opinions. Not so with these beauties. Packaged just how I remembered, the gleaming chocolates were once again a delight to be savoured. (If savoured means not scoffing them all in just one night.)