Boy, is Naples hot.
In the south of Italy, it boasts summers that are properly hot. The pavement is melting -; you are driving down the street and your car or scooter wheels are gently sinking in the tarmac -; you hydrate and twenty minutes later you have sweated all your hydration -; you are walking down the street and the piles of rubbish they have left outside pizzerias, restaurants and street corners impregnate the air-; hot.
Not the kind of hot you get in London, which sometimes lasts up to a couple of days in the middle of July and appears again for a couple of more days in August hot.
The kind of hot that stays with you each day, every day from the start of June to the end of September. The kind of heat that suffocates you and that sometimes you just wish it would leave you alone.
That is how I felt when, after hours of walking down the streets with the sun blasting full on from above, I found the comfort and the chill of Galleria Umberto I.
I sat under this roof and appreciated that it screened me from the sun.
Here is a throwback to a city that I liked as soon as I set foot in it. I did blog about it when I visited it three years ago; I went on about its architecture, architectural details, and its ideal mixture of sea and mountain landscape.
Here is a throwback to its beautiful beach and palm trees. I vividly remember seeing those palm trees and thinking myself to be in an exotic land somewhere in Africa, Australia, South America, despite them being only a handful.
The sandy beach and the blue sea and sky behind them did the trick.
Dusk. My favorite time of the day. Dawn too actually but unless I’m up at that hour to got to set or a photoshoot I usually just catch the other magic hour, later on the day.
African sunsets are my favorite, especially the ones in Botswana. Something about the bronzing in the light blue sky as a backdrop of the savannah is really special. And if you happen to capture that moment in the farmland or village then you’ve really hit nature’s jackpot. No obstructive skyscrapers. No imposing bridges. No gaunt steel and concrete constructs or architectural structures enticing the tourists, tricking them with their man-made ‘beauty’. It’s just the earth as is without any human fuss. It’s untouched. It’s rare.
I love sunsets in Botswana. The sound of the crickets coming to life and colors of the clear skies melting together. The aka ‘magic hour’ is truly appreciated when you witness our dusks. That’s when I’m reminded of God’s delicate and intricate work. I’m reminded of how I pale in comparison. That humble reminder is necessary for me.
If you can, park yourself on the veranda, cradle a hot mug of Rooibos tea (or “bush” tea as we affectionately call it) and take in the sun as it meets the horizon.
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It’s not walking down Bedford Avenue and trying out the different coffee shops and restaurants. There’s a different post for that.
It’s jogging down Kent Avenue all the way down past the Newton Barge Terminal Playground (which I know by name because I have just looked it up on Maps).
I’m listening to music.
And because it is winter, it is New York and I am feeling very “I-feel-like-taking-a-jab-at-you” (whoever you happen to be), the song of choice and on repeat is “What a feeling” by Irene Cara. And “Eye of the tiger”, of course.
A friend of mine was going through a healthy season last season.
One Saturday afternoon, as she was moving house and packing her stuff (all her stuff), she invited a couple of girlfriends over to put everything into boxes, chat and indulge in a couple of glasses of wine and homemade food.
The recipe du jour was homemade chocolate mousse. While I cannot remember the exact ingredients that my friend had used, I do remember that I was taken with the lushness of it all and immediately registered it as a favourite.
I have since made this recipe a couple of times mixing the ingredients I recalled my friend had used and – it turns out – adding a personal touch, too.
This is how I now make raw vegan chocolate mousse:
- Firstly crush two ripe avocadoes
- Secondly mix the crushed avocadoes with cocoa powder
- Thirdly add honey to sweeten as preferred
- Fourthly (optional) serve with strawberries
I can see where the TV series got their tone of voice from.