Rodin Museum, Paris / JessOnThames

I wasn’t planning to post one of these roundups today but I woke up this morning and felt like the internet had gone crazy over HBO’s The Jinx. Kind of like it did back in the days when Serial was running and I couldn’t wait to get my ears on a new episode. (There is still a void.)

The Jinx is the story of Robert Durst, a New York real estate king who has been at the centre of three murders over four decades. I refuse to tell you anymore. Of course, whoever has been reading The New York Times (as I hope you all do… religiously…) will know that today there were developments in the case. Serious developments.

Is anyone else watching it yet? I feel like Europe is so behind on this one! I want to watch it!

In other news, there were some fun discoveries over the weekend. You survived Monday. Why not procrastinate a little?

Super

I am Big Bird.

John Oliver. Again. This time on voting rights.

My friend is famous! (Bravo #16)

I’m going to The Hive in Berlin!

London’s lost messaging tubes

I want to eat here

The science behind chocolate chip cookies

Pretty

The earth is gorgeous.

Still thinking about Zanzibar days after reading this post.

That same lovely lady reminded me that this awesome initiative has launched in London.

Charleston.

The American Ballet School.

Funny

Hundreds of mini Einsteins try to break a record

Men and Coffee (you are welcome, ladies)

Photo taken at the Rodin Museum by JessOnThames

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St Ives, Cornwall / JessOnThames

St Ives feels likes the town you would you find if you drove for ages and ages and – just before you drove straight off the coast of Britain – you stumbled upon a really good secret.

Because that’s exactly what it is.

St Ives, Cornwall / JessOnThames

St Ives, Cornwall / JessOnThamesSt Ives, Cornwall / JessOnThames

This town on the North side of Cornwall is charming and quaint and English in all the best of ways. If you stumble upon it as my mom and I did last summer, you’ll wish you’d booked yourself in for more than two nights.

We stayed at the gorgeous B&B Headland House in nearby Carbis Bay (their website doesn’t seem to be working at the moment, but you can find them here).  Two bays down from St Ives, we loved having chosen not to stay in St Ives itself. (Traffic was crazy and the roads are tiny. I got a driving fine while there for driving in a bus lane… which remains a mystery to me seeing as the roads were definitely not big enough to fit our car AND a bus.)

After the horrors of driving around St Ives, our B&B felt perfectly indulgent – we arrived late and found a huge slice of chocolate cake waiting for us because we’d missed teatime. They had an honor bar on the ground floor and a huge ceiling fan in the room. And the morning breakfast was enough to make you not want to eat for the rest of the day.

We would peter down the hill from the house to the local train which runs between the two towns. We’d curve through a mini forest and cling to a cliff. 15 minutes later, we were in St Ives, where we’d wander down through tiny alleyways until we come to the seafront.

Flowers in St Ives / JessOnThames

St Ives, Cornwall / JessOnThames

St Ives / JessOnThamesSt Ives / JessOnThames

It reminded us why seafronts are what people flock to in the first place. To watch the tides and breathe in the sea air. To wander the little alleyways and take in the views. To run screaming from the aggressive seagulls when they steal your ice cream cones (ok, that only happened once and the woman in question marched right back to the vendor she’d just come from to ask for another one). To look at its ancient church and wonder how many generations had come looking for the same thing we did.

Cornwall is a wonderful escape away to the coast. No wonder so many people come here.

We went in early July, before the major August crowds hit and it was perfect.  St Ives is about a 6 hour drive from London assuming you don’t hit any traffic. Keep in mind that the further west you drive, the smaller the road options get. But don’t fret, its worth the drive.

 

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Play Holi at Cinnamon Kitchen

Fact: pelting people with colored powder paint is way fun.

I should say “pelting your friends” is fun, but the truth of the matter is anyone is fair game when you “Play Holi” at Cinnamon Kitchen.

The restaurant, located not far from Liverpool Street Station, has set up a makeshift tent (or “party pod”) in the middle of Devonshire Square where you can play along in the tradition of the Hindu festival of color.

Play Holi at Cinnamon KitchenHoli is a Hindu celebration of the coming of spring. I love that in India everyone takes part – regardless of class, age or gender. The festival has its roots in religion, even if many people celebrate today without religious ties.

Play Holi at Cinnamon KitchenSome believe the origin of the festival comes from Krishna – a troublemaker when he was young – who threw coloured water over the gopis (milkmaids). This developed into the cheeky games of Holi.

Others believe it stems from Prahlad, a prince whose father wanted everyone in his kingdom to worship him. Prahlad refused and chose to worship Lord Vishnu. Holika, the king’s sister who was supposedly immune to fire, tricked her nephew into sitting in her lap in a bonfire. Because she was using her powers for evil, she was destroyed by the fire while Prahlad escaped unharmed. Because it is a story of good triumphing over evil, bonfires at lit on the eve of Holi.

By the time we got inside the tent and our fellow revelers spotted our clean white jumpsuits, we were targets. One guy looked at me and asked “what are you waiting for??” before smashing green in my face. And another tiny little woman just darted around throwing handfuls of powder at everyone and anyone. She aimed for the hair… clearly knew what she was doing…

Play Holi

Our hosts weren’t entirely steady with a camera, but this picture needed to be shared for posterity’s sake…

Play Holi at Cinnamon Kitchen

Play Holi runs through March 14th so hurry if you want to take part. Book tickets here.
£8 per ticket or £15 and get a cocktail & canapes afterwards (which we did – very worth it!)

Those suits may look like they block the powder, but they don’t. Wear things that you do not mind getting absolutely covered. Bring baby wipes and you’ll make everyone jealous. Your tube ride home will be hilarious.

Or if you miss your chance to celebrate in season, keep an eye out when tickets go on sale for the World Tour Holi Festival of Colours which comes to London in September 2015. Tickets go on sale March 21st.

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