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 Christmas in New York makes you feel that you have entered a movie set and nobody knows to call action. All is exaggerated, like the city is aware that it is being scrutinized and throws itself wholeheartedly into the game.   You may come to believe that the magic is enhanced by the movies, but as soon as December comes, you know that it is barely the tip of the iceberg.   Everything is different with the first snowfall. It falls on the streets like a light white dust, the yellow taxis become friendlier, and the steam rises out of the subway vents like adjustable billboards.   When you are walking in Manhattan during cold weather, when you are in a coat, you half expect to hear a soundtrack of the ones you have heard before. You cannot but think of all the scenes you have seen at holiday time there year after year.   Note: Make sure to check  Meet And Greet At Stansted   during the winter when travelling and book according to your needs. Limit...

  The first thing that comes to you is the smell. It is rich, creamy, and even a bit nutty, and flows into the air way before you can even see the cheese. Going to the traditional cheese markets of Alkmaar and Gouda is not only about trying food. It is entering a living tradition that the Netherlands has so dearly kept for centuries.   It was my first experience in Alkmaar, at the beginning of a Friday morning. The square was already wittering with silent excitement. Wire after wire of the same cheese in the form of perfectly round balls was stacked like golden pieces under the sky.   Men, wearing crisp white clothes and straw hats, strode with unbelievable speed with cheeses on wooden stretchers. The audience stood in awe, with cameras cocked to shoot, yet there was a feeling of reverence, as well.   When roaming the market, I paused at small stalls where samples were available. One of the salespeople gave me a slice of young Gouda, and I smiled, trying ...

  Riding in the Dutch country is something marvellously down-to-earth. Perhaps it is the murmur of the bike tires amidst smooth roads, or how the sky appears to expand way above your head and it seems to be a canvas of soft blues and floating clouds.   Whatever it is, the only thing when you are leaving the city behind is that the Netherlands opens itself in such a way that it seems so peaceful and alive.   I once recall when I rented a bike right outside of Amsterdam and I chose to go on a path which had windmills, farms, and long vistas. In the beginning, I believed that I would use a fast loop. Note: Make sure to book  A irport parking Luton   before travelling for a stress-free travel experience.   However, as soon as I rode over the first green fields, the good ones with grazing cows that almost seemed to be amused by passing bicycles, I realized that I was going to have a more serious adventure.   The road went through little to...

  It is the places that relax you the moment you enter them and to me, the Forest of Fontainebleau is one of them. An hour out of Paris, it is the same as passing to another world, a more peaceful, gentler world where trees appear to breathe with you. I would not have imagined it would have had such a sudden change but the moment I got there, it was like the forest gave me a relief and maybe relieved the burden on my shoulders. I came to Fontainebleau in the morning, still bearing a part of the traffic with me of the city. Other plans had the forest. It was chilly and smelled rather of pine and damps. Even the light was different, as it went through some of the old trees, high and old, and so diffused that the entire woodland was light. The trail continued to act as I went deeper. One minute I was against high oaks, which fell above, and the next I fell into a sunny opening that looked like where one would most want to draw a long breath. I even wondered at some stage whether I h...

  It was the first time that I went to Venice at night, and it was not intentional. I just lost my way just pushing along with a half melted gelato and a map that resembled a puzzle rather than a guide.   But to lose one in Venice, is nearly a pleasant command and, later in the evening, the city began to change softly around me. After the crowds had swept off, Venice appeared to be relieved. The canals became calm and black, with the small lights of the balconies warping to the stars.   I happened to be on a little bridge where the only thing heard was the gentle wave of the water on the boats, and my own footsteps as they bounced off the walls.   Side note: If you are travelling for a short period then you can book meet and greet at Luton .   I felt I was being permitted in a personal entry, by an open door in the city, in that moment, revealing a side of the city that is known only by the exhaustion of the day. As I went further into the silence I came...

  Every person who has visited Italy will recall a moment. It is the very first occasion when you come to the bar, can hear the hiss of an espresso machine, can smell the roasted coffee beans in the air and you suddenly notice that coffee here is not just a beverage.   It is a rhythm. It is a break in the midst of a hectic morning or an instant burst of energy and then moving on to the day. This small ritual can be quite confusing the first time when you arrive in Italy, and when you grasp the idea, you start to feel that you are a part of something quite local. The first one is that coffee in Italy is nearly always taken on the move at the counter. They enter the shop, shake hands with the barista, order a small cup of espresso, gulp and get out after enjoying it in some very relaxed sips. It is fast but never rushed.   No one expects to linger unless they please to, and the atmosphere is most marvellous and unpretentious. You can observe people wearing suits, le...