<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149140596618395079</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:32:16.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A–Z TRAVEL SNAPSHOTS [F]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelsnapshotsf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149140596618395079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelsnapshotsf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bristol Book Publishing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00592739586451396613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149140596618395079.post-3471192799477282720</id><published>2009-12-21T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:39:49.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FADO to FUJI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Music to drown to. All the melancholia of the Atlantic, songs of colourless, limpid, impotent tragedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FARNE ISLANDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Puffins, eiders (“Cuddy Ducks”) and Grace Darling rowing out into the ghastly gloaming of the merciless North Sea. A rough and magic place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FARO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; An attractive, low-rise town with a highly cultured woman in the tourist office. How come this is the capital of the cheapo holidays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FELPHAM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; On the Sussex coast, where Milton had one of his visions - this time on the beach with the Prophet Job. Childhood holidays of shrimping and sandcastles and sitting on the kitchen draining board at the day's end, chilly feet revived in the steaming sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FIGUERES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Our favourite café on the Rambla, tiled walls, aging apronned waiters and chocolate drinks so thick that your spoon stands upright unaided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FLUSHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vlissingen in Dutch. What other place names have the English made their own? Leghorn (Livorno), The Groyne (Coruña), Ushant (Ouessant) Cathay (China), not to mention half the towns in India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOWEY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My parents honeymooned here, immediately after World War II. Curling black-and-white photographs barely bigger than postage stamps, show broken ships on the Cornish shore: my father trying to explain to my mother how the Mediterranean convoys had been; my mother fresh out of her Air Raid Warden serge. Children swiftly followed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FRANKFURT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cider town. Cider and books. Is it true that the town's old bars once had a trough below the stools so men didn't have to bother moving when they needed a piss? Or was the piss something somebody was taking with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FREDERICK II&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;of Hohenstaufen Holy Roman Emperor, King of Germany, Italy, Sicily and Burgundy. &lt;i&gt;Stupor Mundi&lt;/i&gt; (wonder of the world), he spoke six languages, including Arabic and wrote the first book on falconry. He's on my list of interesting people to come for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FUJI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Japanese mountain and make of colour film, which has a green cast that suited the Asian landscape. Photographic film reflected the light of the county it came from: Agfa, from Germany and Switzerland, had a cool blue cast. 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