Did you know that 30mph winds whipping your ankles on the open air viewing deck of London’s Shard, can induce spontaneous anxiety-fueled sketching…
Window seat. Comfy chair. Coffee. Cake. Pen. Paint. Job Done! St Paul’s Cathedral from the Tate Modern.
The sky today was rather queer…
Another remarkable building at 222 Carrer de Parrars. Goodbye Barcelona, I am heading back to the ‘Brexit’ car crash feeling more European than ever.
If you can’t face the crowds at the Sagrada Familia, then stroll on down the Avenue de Gaudi to the stunning Art Nouveau Hospital de la Santa Creu i Sant Pau.Lluís Domènech i Montaner certainly achieved his desire to build a hospital without the ‘appearance of a prison or a slaughterhouse’. Where do I check in?Nurse! Fetch me a bed pan!
Antina (left) was not very happy about being sketched. Alfred (right) was indifferent. The Golden Egg looked on and judged silently.
Of all the many peculiar fountains in Lucerne, my favourite was outside Bistro Krienbrüggli.
The killer combination of dead sheep and creepy children dropping something (or someone) down a well.There are 3 steps to heaven and 3 million up to the Museggmauer. It’s worth it for the views.I couldn’t miss out the Spreuerbrücke, which is the oldest timber bridge in Switzerland. Completed in 1408 and washed down with a cold bier.