I am writing this as I zoom towards Paris on the Eurostar. My head is a mess as I try to recall as much schoolboy French as I can muster. After my English native tongue (and waving my hands about as a British Sign Language user) French is probably the foreign language I feel I know best. But after 5 years of secondary school rote sentence learning…Je parle…
When I’m deciding on where I want to travel, I take a lot of inspiration from photos I have seen in newspapers, magazines and on the Internet; via my day-dreaming browsing on Google and friends’ Facebook photos of their travels. What grabs me is ‘that photo’…the one picture where you look in awe at a place or scene that looks so magical, so unreal that you feel that…