I'm taking the bus from the terminal building at Antigua to the twin-prop plane standing on the tarmac. We pull up and I get out with my luggage to board, but the door's closed. The bus driver is right behind, turns his key in the door, pulls down the steps, and leads us on board. He's the pilot, and the guy who I thought was helping with the luggage, is his first officer.
Ivy creeps across the exterior of the faux neoclassical building on Katharina-von-Bora-Strasse. Now home to several Munich cultural institutions and exhibits, there is no hint that this was once the Nazi party administration building, where files on its eight million members were stored.
Few of us need a particular reason to visit Tuscany but, if you do, the Puccini Opera Festival, commemorating the 90th year since the Italian maestro died, should do the trick.
There is, certainly, nowhere better to enjoy Puccini’s soaring operatic melodies than on warm nights under a moon-lit sky at an open-air amphitheatre on the edge of Lake Massaciuccoli in Torre del Lago.
A small city has been built in the centre of Aarhus, the up-and-coming but lesser-known cultural capital of Denmark. The student population has been allowed to run riot with creativity, displaying their university art projects, elusive theatre and musical constructs for the 50th anniversary of the ten-day Aarhus Festival - one of the largest cultural events inScandinavia.
It's one thing never to have sampled an ingredient, quite another never to have even heard of it. Yet here, spread out on the chef's table among the more familiar limes and lemongrass, is something called galangal.