Category Archives: Thomas Coryat

Bingen: the mystic multimedia artist

I didn’t know much about Hildegard before I came to Bingen, though I did know someone who was born and grew up here. They’d said to expect a few minor miracles. They’d also said that the waterside front – where … Continue reading

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Heidelberg: philosophy compulsory

My favourite moment of the Baden-Baden Grayson Perry incident happens without him, back at the Capuchin-Radisson reception desk. An elderly German couple were, they explain, sitting behind me in the Travel Pussy cafe. They want to know, pretty simply – … Continue reading

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Grayson Perry and the travel pussy

It’s one part Hugh Hefner to another part Bond this morning, the first time in my life I have spent from waking until late afternoon in a bathrobe. Frustuk in the Capuchin wing of the monastery (those old monks presumably … Continue reading

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On the Road Road to Baden-Baden

I get good karma kudos at breakfast, as word seems to have spread that I’m a crazy English walker, and not an investment banker with IPAD fashion accessory. Over fruity fruhstuk I ask Dieter about the area around Ziebelhof. He … Continue reading

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Diccon Blues

I’ve done my share of American/English bookshops around the world, from Buenos Aires to Cairo to Budapest. Yeah, I know. It is fair to say that they tend to have a particular vibe to them, particularly at book launches. And … Continue reading

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I Belong to the Beat Generation

Beat has a theory about travel. Beat is a winning Swiss-German combination of Eric Cantona, the French footballer turned actor-intellectual, Falstaff, and Anthony Lane, the New Yorker film critic. He runs a bar, the Andorra, named after the play of … Continue reading

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Across the Wallensee for a Zurich Reunion

Bad Ragaz is utterly still, deader than ever, at 6.30am. There’s nothing open for water or buns, and the hotel I’m staying in will no doubt put out a search party for Bambi, or anyone else involved with its miraculously … Continue reading

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New Mobile, New Chur, New Labour

Author’s note. The photographs are all on my Facebook pages, so to see them you’ll have to visit. I am half way through a panegyric to the wonders of Swiss nature walking the first few miles from Ems towards Chur. … Continue reading

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@ The Big Easy, aka Der Einfache Grosse

Perhaps it is my age but the Sunday afternoon version of Chur’s festival is far more to my taste. The alleyways and courtyards of the old town echo to a grosser easy of old Americana tunes, Johnny B Goode, Teddy … Continue reading

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The Splugen: from Sophie Marceau through Wesley Schneider to Billy Idol, and back

In the only Thusis bar with hints of, er, modernity, it is small, very dark and chalet-ish inside. The outside terrace, part glassed, looks out on to the rail tracks. Which is slightly unfair as the mountain view is splendid. … Continue reading

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