I’ve spent the weekend in Copenhagen, visiting the 25 year anniversary celebration of Club Metropolis. The club started in 1993 at Barbue, a venue located on the first floor of Huset. Barbue was shut down a few years later, but resurfaced this weekend.
The year is about to get wrapped up. For the occasion, I’m currently in the world’s only remaining grand duchy. The capital, Luxembourg city, is built at a fascinating geographic location.
A few days ago, I was roaming the alleys of Valletta, built by the Knights of St. John after the great siege of 1565. Traces of the Knights are visible all over the place. For instance, their legacy can be seen from the city walls at Upper Barrakka Gardens, where I had a magnificent view over the Three Cities and Fort St. Angelo where the Knights lived before the siege.
So I’ve been back in Paris again, one of my favorite cities on the planet. One of the advantages of repeated visits to a place is the leisure pace of awe and discovery while drifting slowly down the worn streets of the French capital. Just skipping the Eiffel tower and endless queues to attractions, replacing it with whatever feels good at the moment.
I spent the weekend in the French Riviera. It’s always nice to revisit old favorites as well as discovering new locations. Even though many towns in the Riviera are all about money and luxury, most of them still have a few gems.
I recently visited Banff, the national park with the cutest name in the world. Even though the main town is surrounded by mountains with names such as Sulphur Mountain, it is as far away from Mordor as one could imagine.