If you’re a food blogger like me, you will most certainly know who David Lebovitz is. Unless you live under a rock, that is. You will find some author information about David at the end of this post, but just to give you a general idea he is everything you would want a food expert to be. I don’t like to use the word ‘expert’ very often. As one of my dearest friends told me very recently, “Rob, really and truly, who are the experts?” However I feel I can apply it quite easily here.
Since the theme of my last post was the Lake District, I thought I would continue here as a kind of second part. As I write this short introduction to the following set of photos, I have my Lake District map open before me on my desk. Retracing my steps, both for this year’s trip and others we did in the past, feels good.
Dear reader, I hope you know me by now. If you don’t mind, kindly let me begin with a little disclaimer. For me, a book review is not just a book review. It’s not as simple as that. It’s about liking a book so much that it makes it on this blog, on my kitchen counter and in my current reading stash, and everywhere else where I can have it to hand, all at once.
Hi everyone. Today’s post is not a foodie one. A number of my readers asked me to post some photos of my favourite places to visit in Malta. I don’t have much of a selection unfortunately. I do have another set that I will also post very soon.
[Before proceeding with the review, I would just like to add a personal note. To the people of London, in particular the residents of Grenfell tower who lost their homes in the terrible fire, the firefighters who are nothing other than Superheros, the victims and their friends and families, and the community rounding up to help. Also to all the traders in Borough Market and the victims of the London Bridge attack. We are with you.]
I could not contain my excitement when after writing to Quarto requesting this book for review, I actually received it in the post. You see, for any new reader of this blog, you must know that London and I go way back. I met her for the first time when I was 6. And yes, London is of course, a she. I didn’t like her very much at first, until my parents took me to the parks. She and I made friends there and then, and remain so to this day.