LYON: France’s Gastronomic Mecca

Michael Webb checks out what’s on the menu in France’s bustling cuisine capital.

Celebrity chef Paul Bocuse has promoted Lyon as a gastronomic destination, which boasts his three star shrine, and a dozen other restaurants with at least one Michelin star, plus a rich choice of brasseries and humble bouchons. To whet your appetite visit the food market on the Quai St Antoine, every morning but Monday. There’s much more besides the good eating. Lyon is one of the great French cities: industrious, inventive and elegant, and its historic center is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. This hilltop settlement overlooks the narrow strip of land between the Rhone and the Saone, where Renaissance monuments, squares and museums are located. Silk weaving brought prosperity and the riverbanks are lined with the owners’ mansions. It’s a city that could retreat gracefully into the past; instead it’s vigorously reinventing itself.

 

That process of renewal began nearly a century ago, when the visionary architect Tony Garnier planned a modern city and created the Quartier des Etats-Unis, a district of residential blocks that have been well maintained and adorned with fanciful murals. A little museum in one of these blocks celebrates Garnier’s work—which includes a stadium, a school, and a vast abattoir, newly restored as an events space that seats 7000. Lyon was the birthplace of movies in 1895, when the Lumiere brothers made a one-minute film of workers leaving their factory. The factory has been replaced by a screening room for rare movies, but the hideously ornate family house survives as a museum of early cinema. Here you can watch the first thriller—a train entering a station and appearing to burst through the screen—which sent early spectators fleeing for the exit. Families stroll along the Champs-Elysees in Paris, blissfully unaware of the cameraman—a time capsule of a vanished world.

 

Further east is Villeurbanne, a model suburb built up in the 1920s and 1930s with a monumental Art Deco city hall and theater on a broad axis that is framed by two long ranges of crisp modern apartments. On a Saturday afternoon, the city hall hosts a succession of weddings—Armenian, African, and even French—the parties parading down the twin staircases, and dancing in the forecourt. Within are two photo-murals that celebrate the Liberation in September 1944: one of the local Resistance brigade, and the other of an incredulous GI being carried on the shoulders of cheering locals. Lyon was a center of anti-Nazi resistance and the former Gestapo headquarters has been turned into a museum that commemorates that brutal era.

A new Lyon is rising from a former industrial zone on the narrow wedge of land above the confluence of the two rivers. Sleek trams link it to the network of metro lines and the rest of the city. Housing blocks surround a marina, there’s a huge shopping center (of course!), and some daring new commercial buildings facing the Saone. The best of these is the Orange Cube, whose perforated metal skin is as light and airy as a cluster of soap bubbles. The ground-floor is a major outlet for RBC, a contemporary furniture store with branches in other southern French cities. In a couple of years the Museum des Conflueces at the tip should be open. To the north is the highly rated opera house, which was transformed by Parisian architect Jean Nouvel. Try to catch a performance of music or dance.

 

Lyon makes a great center for exploration. Villages and vineyards, orchards and Roman remains are scattered over the hilly terrain. Le Corbusier’s monastery of La Tourette and his church and cultural center at Firminy Vert are an hour’s drive. The museum in the industrial city of St. Etienne has one of the finest collections of modern art in France. An hour to the south, in the village of Hauterives, is the Palais Idéal du Facteur Cheval—a stupefying stone folly created by a postman working alone over 34 years. It ranks with Watts Towers and other masterpieces of outsider art.

Lyon is two hours by TGV from Paris and gastronomes take the train just for lunch, but the city is worth a stay of three days or more in one of its many hotels.

FOOD BUZZ: Dining Gets An Upgrade in Venice, Italy

Fourteen of the best restaurants in Venice have formed an association that translates as “warm welcome.” The Associazione dei Ristoranti della Buona Accoglienza is a valuable service in a city where travelers are routinely overcharged for mediocre food, and particularly if you are planning a visit in winter and looking forward to long lunches and dinners to shut out the chill.  Upon realizing their reputations were being sullied by unscrupulous rivals, the participating restaurateurs pledged to offer authentic Venetian cuisine, the best ingredients, and good value for money.

On a recent trip, I sampled several of these restaurants and had a wonderful experience at Al Fontego dei Pescatori, Alle Testiere, Corte Sconta, and Al Gatto Nero on the picturesque island of Burano. In each, the owner was there to greet guests and discuss the menu, and there was none of the impersonal hustle that characterizes so many Venetian eateries.

To inspire a trip to the City of Canals, buy a copy of “Venice in Solitude,” a portfolio of black and white photographs that were taken at night with nobody around by German photographer Christopher Thomas. Bathed in mist or dusted with snow, the city has never looked more alluring and mysterious, and it costs nothing but a few hours of sleep to share the experience.

For more information, visit www.veneziaristoranti.it.

 

 

EAST GERMANY: Dreaming of Dresden

More than twenty years after Germany’s reunification, Michael Webb finds the crown jewel of the former East Germany gleams brighter than ever, luring travelers with deals, culture and a living history.

Dresden Panometer Dresden Panometer

It’s been over two decades since the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989, but the former East Germany still finds itself lagging behind the west economically. A challenge for residents absolutely, but for visitors, it represents a chance to experience an economical European alternative that’s blessed with a slower pace, a strong sense of history and underused infrastructure, like newly built, free-flowing autobahns. And the best part: even in a city with centuries of history like Dresden, there are discoveries to be made. Dresden has recovered some of the splendor it enjoyed before its destruction in the barbaric bombing raid of 1944 and the long gray years of communism. The baroque architecture, legendary art, and striking additions to this former capital of Saxony can easily entrance for several days, while also serving as an ideal base from which to explore the province. Summer is the best season for strolling around the historic core or boating on the Elbe, and it’s far less crowded and expensive than the other great cities of Europe, but the fall is also magical.

Dresden’s Great Monuments

Four celebrated monuments define Dresden, and the greatest of these is the Zwinger, formerly part of a fortress and a baroque pleasure palace with a vast courtyard intended for festivities and tournaments. It now houses an exemplary gallery of old master paintings and other museums. The stone figures that line the courtyard–some cleaned, some still blackened—supporting bays and crowning parapets, are like petrified guests at a grand reception. Crowns, eagles and coats of arms symbolize the power of the Elector of Saxony, and Augustus the Strong appears as Hercules supporting the globe. Raphael’s Sistine Madonna, Giorgione’s Sleeping Venus, as well as canvases by Botticelli, Titian and Vermeer are showcased alongside extraordinary collections of armor and porcelain.

Zwinger Museum, DresdenAcross the street is the royal palace, which contains the Historic Green Vault, one of a complex of museums. A succession of lavishly decorated rooms display secular and sacred objects in gold, silver, and ivory; rich jewels and all kind of curiosities such as stags with coral antlers and nautilus shells transformed into chariots, boats, and animals. (Timed tickets should be booked well in advance).

Frauenkirche, Dresden The Frauenkirche stands tall again.

 

For music and opera, the Semper is one of Germany’s greatest theaters, while a few blocks away, the lofty dome of the Frauenkirche, the Protestant cathedral, soars skyward, recently rebuilt from a vast pile of rubble. The exterior of the building still tells the story of Dresden’s war-torn past, featuring a jigsaw puzzle of new and fire-scorched stones, while the interior is pure theater with curved pews, a tier of balconies, and walls painted in ice-cream colors to resemble street facades.

Still more alluring and far less familiar is the Pfund Dairy, built in 1892. Walls and ceilings are covered in richly patterned and modeled Villeroy & Bosch tiles: a mix of Renaissance cartouches, cherubs fancifully operating milk machines, and gold medals won in long-ago trade fairs. Restored after years of neglect, it is often crammed with sightseers, but visitors are encouraged to sample the cheeses and a glass of milk at a marble counter or in the upstairs cafe. Equally exotic is the Yenidze cigarette factory, named for a town in Turkey, and closely modeled on an Ottoman mosque. No longer making cigarettes –Turkish or otherwise – this colorful extravaganza sparkles anew and is now owned by the municipality, which organizes readings for children beneath the stained glass dome, and leases the seventh floor to a restaurant that offers panoramic views over the city.

Dresden’s Living History

Although it is a city of museums, Dresden has resisted the urge to turn itself into one, and has embraced the best of every era including the present.  The main synagogue, which was completed in 2002 and replaces one the Nazis torched and later demolished, is outwardly plain: a tilted block clad in stone shingles. Within, however, is a draped canopy of golden rings, evoking Moses’ tent, set off by fine joinery. A still more remarkable addition to the city is the UFA-Palast, a 12-theater multiplex designed by the Viennese firm of Coop Himmelblau. Located on a commercial street that was stodgily rebuilt in the 1970s, it soars like a souffle in a row of dumplings. Stairs and open walkways dance through the luminous void of the lobby, and there is a tiny circular coffee bar that is suspended within a cone of cables.

Goerlitz evokes Saxony's rich past Goerlitz evokes Saxony’s rich past

To appreciate the beauty of the city in its heyday, head east to the Panometer, a trompe l’oeil panorama of Dresden as it appeared in 1756, housed in a rotunda that was formerly a gasometer, a vintage gas storage tank. Painted canvases created by hand and computer simulation, meticulously researched from old maps and prints, line the interior. They show a city still bounded by its walls, hugging the river, with one bridge and the countryside close at hand. Fashionable strollers gather in the now-vanished Bulow gardens, and a cross-section of the population throng the streets. The panorama can be viewed from three levels, each providing a different perspective and each having a compelling power—especially when the lights dim to evoke nightfall.

Yet another time capsule is a two-hour drive or train ride to the east. Goerlitz is a tiny gem that straddles what is now the German-Polish border. Miraculously, it survived the war and Soviet occupation unscathed. A succession of painted baroque facades rise from the two marketplaces and quiet cobbled streets. There are no grand monuments, just a pervasive delight in color, texture and detail that is an authentic part of everyday life, not an artfully contrived spectacle. On the road to Goerlitz is Bautzen, a handsome walled city, and then there is Meissen, an unspoiled town near Dresden that is celebrated for its porcelain.

Once part of a province that was a byword for wealth, Dresden and its outlying cities are today reliving a celebrated past, one where travelers are richly rewarded with memorable discoveries.

Where to Stay

Kempinsky Taschenbergpalais (Taschenberg 3) is a sumptuous converted palace, at the center of the old city. The formal Intermezzo restaurant is superb and the casual Palais Bistro is a good place to eat after the opera.

The Buelow Residenz (Rahnitzgasse 19) is housed in a baroque villa looking across the river to the old town. Its Carousel restaurant offers some of the lightest, most inventive fare in Germany.

In the Art’otel (Ostra-Allee 33) prints by notable contemporaries adorn every room, and the furnishings and lighting have a refreshing originality.

Where to Eat

Acclaimed restaurants in Dresden include Kuegelgenhaus (Hauptstrasse 13), Villandry (Jordanstrasse 8) and Schillergarten (Schillerplatz 9)

Hot Tip: If you have a car, drive 30 minutes to Schloss Freudenstein in Freiberg—to see the minerals museum, and to eat at Claudia Kuehne’s restaurant, Genuss im Schloss.

 

YORKSHIRE: Far From the Madding Crowd

For those who love London, and may have gone over for the Olympics, consider heading north for a change of scenery. There, in Yorkshire and the neighboring county of Derbyshire, you can savor an idyll of natural beauty, grand houses, lively market towns, honest food, snug inns, and warm hospitality, plus reminders of the industrial past. Everything the travel brochures promise and so rarely deliver. You’ll need a car, so book a bargain through Auto-Europe.com, or fly direct to Manchester.

Chatsworth House in Yorkshire

From there, I would propose a scenic loop of a few hundred miles that will take you four full days or ten at a leisurely pace. Britain has suffered record downpours this year but they usually alternate with bright intervals and this is romantic landscape—think Wuthering Heights—that looks well even in a storm. A good first stop is Buxton, a spa town created by the Duke of Devonshire in the late 18th century as the northern alternative to Bath. Classical stone terraces climb hilly streets, the vast dome of the Duke’s riding school has now become a part of the local university, and the octagon and palm house face onto a graceful promenade and park. The impeccably restored Edwardian Opera House is active year-round, hosting a festival of Gilbert and Sullivan operettas and other musical treats in summer. From here you can drive west into the rugged Peak District National Park or east to three of the most compelling stately homes in Britain.

Buxton Octagon  Buxton former riding school

First up is Haddon Hall, a house that was long preserved by neglect and retains an authentic flavor of the Middle Ages. Don’t miss the spectacular topiary and walled garden, and the vast kitchen full of copper pans. Chatsworth House, the principal seat of the Devonshires, is a palatial in its scale and its dazzling state rooms, but you might prefer to skip the guided tours and wander around the splendid gardens, set off by a huge rolling estate. A personal favorite is Hardwick Hall, which epitomizes the showy, spiky Elizabethan style, with a long gallery for indoor exercise and the owner’s initials—ES—crowning the roofline. It was a mega-mansion of its time, “more glass than wall” and few places so perfectly reflect the spirit of their builder. All three of these houses have moved with times, offering surprisingly good food in converted stables or servants’ halls, and compelling insights into life downstairs.

Haddon Hall   Haddon's great hall

The dark, satanic mills that scarred the landscape in the 19th century are mostly shuttered, and former industrial cities are trying to reinvent themselves. A once-great steel mill near Sheffield has been transformed into Magna, an interactive, experiential museum of the Industrial Revolution. The textile city of Wakefield has converted many of its red brick warehouses to new uses and added the Hepworth Gallery, an exemplary showcase of sculpture by modernist pioneer Barbara Hepworth and her contemporaries. Close by is the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, an 18th-century estate studded with work by Hepworth, Henry Moore and other local talents made good. You could combine this with a visit to the National Coal Mining Museum, where visitors can tour a decommissioned mine.

Hepworth Gallery in Wakefield  Rievaulx Abbey

No need to recommend a day in York, for this was long the second city of Britain and its soaring Minster and winding streets are justly celebrated, though uncomfortably thronged in summer. Beyond is Castle Howard, the baroque mansion that was the principal location of Brideshead Revisited. Head north-east to the Yorkshire Dales National Park, where sheep outnumber cars, and the intensely green country rolls on to the horizon with nothing to spoil the view. Cistercian monks chose remote and beautiful locations for their monasteries, all of which were shut down in the reign of Henry VIII. The ruins of Rievaulx Abbey are among the great treasures of the world, for the austere architecture and the pastoral setting.

Blacksmiths Inn Hartoft

Stone villages are scattered around; and I can recommend the thatched Star Inn in Harome for wonderful dinners and sybaritic, though expensive rooms, and the Blacksmith’s Arms in the hamlet of Hartoft End for comfortable lodgings within the park. Warmth, simplicity and musical accents are hallmarks of rural Yorkshire. You could easily spend a couple more weeks driving around this, the largest of English counties, or detour into the Lake District—a destination in its own right–on your drive back to Manchester. If you are Olympic caliber, you could do the whole trip on a bike, though you would need twice as much time.

For more information, visit www.yorkshire.com.

 

 

Game for something different? Our Guide To Visiting LONDON After The Olympics

Michael Webb says pass on the hype and huzzahs and opt instead for a post-Olympics London still basking in the glow of the international limelight.

There’s a chorus of stories about the excitement of London during the Olympic summer. If you’re a sports fanatic, and love crowds, chaos and heat waves, then hop on over. If you’d rather enjoy the city at its best, you should wait until mid September, when the madness will be over, along with the road detours and interminable immigration lines.

I decided to go at the end of May, and flew Air New Zealand Premium Economy from LAX to Heathrow. Exemplary service, surprisingly good food and the hard-shell seats, angled for privacy, offered plenty of leg-room, but less comfort than I had hoped. It’s the beta model, with stiff, awkwardly placed controls, and a recliner I had to beat into submission. At a fifth the price of Business one can tolerate a few flaws and it’s far superior to steerage.

Despite the recession, London is awash in money—mostly foreign—and the banksters, sheiks, and Russian mafiosi are snapping up five-star apartments and hotel suites. The challenge is to enjoy the city on a normal mortal’s budget and that’s surprisingly easy to do. The Oyster card offers unlimited rides on the underground, buses, and suburban rail for a maximum of seven pounds a day. Buy one and top it up at vending machines in every station. Taxis are ubiquitous, the drivers know exactly where to go and they are often cheerfully chatty. Leave your American mobile (with its exorbitant roaming charges) at home and buy a cheap model with a prepaid SIM card for fifteen pounds from the CarPhone chain to call local friends and confirm reservations. The great museums are free, and there’s a pub on every second corner, often serving decent, affordable grub.

For a taste of the new, there’s the Shard, a shimmering pinnacle of glass designed by Renzo Piano that out-tops every other building in Europe, and will provide a fantastic panorama of the city when the viewing gallery opens next February. It will be a hot ticket and on-line reservations are already being taken. The twin stations of Kings Cross and St Pancras, glorious survivors of the Victorian era, have been reborn. Kings Cross has acquired a soaring steel and glass concourse that serves as a symbolic gateway to the north of Britain; St Pancras is now the terminal of Eurostar, which whisks you to Paris in less than three hours. The world’s longest Champagne bar flanks the platform, and the gorgeous Gothic tracery supporting the train shed has been impeccably restored. The romantic red-brick station hotel has also been refurbished and the Gilbert Scott restaurant (named for the station’s architect) is one of the best and most atmospheric in London.

At the junction of Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens, the adventurous Serpentine art gallery commissions a summer pavilion from an architect who has not built in Britain before. It provides shelter for tea and talks, and showcases a unfamiliar talents. This year, it’s the dissident Chinese artist Ai Weiwei and the Swiss firm of Herzog & de Meuron, who jointly designed the Bird’s Nest stadium for the 2008 Olympics in Beijing. A sunken, cork-lined sitting area contains echoes of the past pavilions and it’s topped with a circular reflecting pool that mirrors the trees and the sky. Close by, in the museum quarter of South Kensington, the Victoria & Albert is offering exhibitions of postwar British design, and the fantastically inventive structures of Thomas Heatherwick. His work is scattered around London, and you can ride a prototype of his new double-deck bus on route 38, which provides a scenic tour of the city from Victoria to Hackney. It’s a classier way to travel than the topless tourist buses and costs far less.

The Olympic site may revitalize East London, building on the pioneering efforts of artists and architects. New attractions abound, but one of the greatest sights is the restored Christ’s Church, Spitalfields, a Georgian masterpiece by Nicholas Hawksmoor. A cable car will carry visitors over the river to Greenwich where Ravensborne College’s jazzy façade complements the Millenium Dome, now rechristened the O2 concert venue. From Stratford you can take the Overground Railway for a scenic tour of north London, stopping at the Imperial Wharf station to see Zaha Hadid’s Gaudi-esque showroom for Roca, a Spanish firm that markets upscale bathroom fittings. The exhibit of vintage plumbing is reason enough to go. And, for a final taste of unchanging London, walk along the Chelsea Embankment and over the Albert Bridge, a freshly painted gem of Victorian engineering.

HOTEL BUZZ: Montana’s The Ranch at Rock Creek Riding High With Expansion

Cowboy up in luxe Western style at an exclusive working ranch in Big Sky country.

Granite Lodge, The Ranch at Rock Creek

Granite Lodge, The Ranch at Rock Creek

The Ranch at Rock Creek has completed its three-year expansion and now offers a mix of luxury log cabins, riverfront tents, and a granite lodge in the Big Sky state of Montana. The rugged 6,600-acre spread is located near historic Philipsburg, an hour’s drive south of Missoula, and it offers an authentic Western experience with service and amenities no cowboy ever dreamed of. It’s owner, Jim Manley, grew up in New Jersey watching Westerns on television and, after making his fortune, decided to buy a ranch for the use of friends and family. He told the realtors it had to have a river running through it, be off the highway and in a valley to conceal new developments and avoid the headaches that come with high altitudes.

He wanted to be near a picturesque mining town and a ski resort, on land that had no poisonous snakes or grizzlies, and with enough precipitation to make it inviting year-round. Locals warned him that no such combination existed, but he persisted for 20 years and finally found one that met all nine of his conditions. Realizing he should make it a guest ranch, he embarked on an ambitious program of improvements. The Ranch at Rock creek ain’t cheap, but everything is included in the suite price and a single service fee, and that brings locally sourced cuisine, fine wines, hiking or skiing in season, fly-fishing, sports shooting, jeep adventure tours and everything else you might imagine. The natural beauty of the landscape and the changing seasons comes free and, beyond the guest areas, it’s still a working ranch. So, if you ever thrilled to The Big Country or Shane, pack your bags and prepare to live out your fantasies as Manley has.

Canvas Cabin at The Ranch at Rock Creek

Canvas Cabin at The Ranch at Rock Creek

Berlin Bound: Brandenburg Airport Takes Off

With the opening of their new modern airport, the German capital will recover its historic role as one of the principal hubs of Europe.

Even after the Wall fell in 1989, Berlin remained on the edge, with the few long-distance flights scattered among three local airports. Templehof, an architectural classic, has been transformed into an events space and public park; Tegel and Schoenfeld will soon be closed. Berlin Brandenburg Airport (BER), opening on June 3, offers crisp, functional spaces and two bonuses: international and domestic flights are located in a single terminal, reducing transfer times, and trains will leave for Berlin’s central station every 15 minutes. Best of all, the 30 minute ride will be priced at only 3 Euros—an eighth of what it costs from London’s Heathrow for a shorter ride—and the Hauptbahnhof also brings every major destination under one roof, in contrast to London or Paris, where services are spread among a scatter of stations.

It’s easier than ever to fly to or from Germany. Air Berlin has greatly expanded its global network through a partnership with Dubai-based Etihad Airways and its membership in the One World Alliance, which includes BA and American. The airline ran charter flights for two decades before becoming the second largest German airline after Lufthansa and the sixth in Europe. It now offers direct flights from the US to its hubs in Dusseldorf and Berlin, as well as to 76 other countries, and its number two position encourages it to try even harder than its rival to provide friendly and convenient service.

* NEWS UPDATE: The opening has been postponed till a later date – TBD, so stay tuned!

TRAVELOGUE: The Mysteries of Travel

Globe-trotting contributor Michael Webb muses about the downside of travel and some of his pet peeves.

Whenever I fly abroad I’m fascinated by the recurring mysteries of travel, starting, of course, in the airport. Why do tourists who seem to go everywhere in tank tops and shorts feel compelled to tote huge suitcases, stand in line, and pay to check them? Have they packed their entire wardrobe? Too often, these bags are misdirected, damaged or pilfered. At best you wait half an hour to retrieve them; at worst you waste hours making claims and I once lost a day in Rome chasing a lost bag that was finally delivered to my hotel, much the worse for wear. Toting them from one destination to the next is no fun, either.

Having learned the hard way, I limit myself to a spare pair of black microfiber pants and six black cotton Ts which can be washed and dried overnight, plus a pre-creased Issey Miyake shirt-jacket that weighs nothing and—accompanied by a knotted silk scarf –provides the illusion of dressiness. Add underwear, pjs, toiletries, and an iPad and I can travel indefinitely with a roll-on, plus a zipped canvas camera bag with no insignia to tempt thieves. Some European airlines prescribe and occasionally enforce idiotically low weight limits for carry-on (around 15lbs) as though they had miniaturized their planes, and you can meet those by substituting a super-tough nylon hold-all for the roll-on.

Terminals have become shopping malls, but why is it so hard to find anything useful?  Whenever I fly abroad, I want a SIM card that allows me to make cheap local calls on an unlocked phone rather than racking up exorbitant roaming charges on a US model.  All I find in the arrivals hall are fast-talking salesmen trying to sign me up for an international calling plan. In Santiago de Chile I bought a Nokia preloaded with 100 minutes of calls for only $19, but I had to waste hours searching for a downtown store and standing in line. At the airport it would have been as quick and easy as withdrawing cash from the ATM.

The mysteries deepen once you board. Why has no airline (I must have flown a hundred over the years) commissioned the best design talents to create a comfortable coach seat? In steerage, one expects to be packed like a sardine but at least the seat could provide decent support. Even the recliners up front can give you a back ache after a few hours of lying prone. And why do international airlines insist on serving a three-course, meat and veg meal, usually horrid, and often in the middle of the night when most passengers would settle for a decent salad in exchange for a few hours of undisturbed sleep? And for those of us who don’t want the relentless assault of “audio-visual entertainment” three inches from our faces, why won’t the screens turn off? (I tear pages out of the duty-free catalog and wrap them round the monitor). 

Car rental is another minefield. It’s crazy to drive a large, glossy car that is easily scarred in narrow streets, costs a fortune to tank up, and invites theft or vandalism. I always request, but rarely get, a compact that’s easy to park, frugal on gas, and not worth stealing. In Andalusia, I was given a jumbo SUV to navigate medieval lanes and tiny parking garages. Another time, in Barcelona, it was a new Mercedes—which should have been tagged “steal me”.

New car bodies are as vulnerable as egg shells. It’s hard enough to keep my Prius pristine; for overseas rentals I would like to wrap a thick strip of tire rubber around the base to protect it from scrapes. In Chile I drove on roads that would be used as a torture test in Detroit, and navigated rush hour traffic unscathed. I thought I had emerged intact. When I returned the car, two mechanics crawled all over it searching for a nick and wanted to charge me for a scrape on the underside of the rear fender! I told them this wasn’t a concours d’elegance and refused to pay a peso. The same thing happened in Croatia, though there they forgave a gouge, supposing it to be the near-invisible blemish that they had already registered. Triumph!

CROATIA: Delights of The Dalmation Coast

Michael Webb explores the unspoiled delights of Croatia’s Dalmation Coast in the off-peak season.

Croatia has a marketing slogan, “The Mediterranean as it once was,” evoking an idyllic era when the coastline was pristine and you weren’t jostled by crowds at every turn. It’s hard to sustain that illusion in summer, as the onslaught of cruise ships and coach tours overwhelms the narrow cobbled streets of old cities. But, as compared to the south of France and Spain, the Dalmatian coast and its 1800 offshore islands are still unspoiled, and you can find plenty of tranquil retreats and stunning vistas, especially in spring and late fall.

Lufthansa will whisk you from major American and European cities to Dubrovnik at the southern tip of Croatia, from where you can drive up the coast, hopscotching to a succession of offshore islands a short ferry ride away. The journey is part of the fun, for Route 8 (E 65) is a well-engineered roller coaster that ascends to a dizzying height above the sea and then swoops down to the bustle of a marina. Sailors have the best time, for the waters are crystalline and there are inlets and small harbors at every point around the coast. It’s easy to bargain with a local for a day trip, or rent a more luxurious craft with friends for a couple of weeks.


Dubrovnik is on everyone’s must-see list, but you can beat the crowds by arriving at daybreak and watch the city come to life before the first tourists arrive. The limestone pavers of the long central square, polished by centuries of foot traffic, gleam in in the early light. Walk to the far end, linger over coffee on the terrace of the Grads Kavana, and climb up to the walkway atop the massive walls. You can circumnavigate the entire city in an hour, gazing over the expanse of red-tiled roofs, punctuated by church towers. A good choice for lunch or dinner is Orsan, located in the yacht marina, where you can sit under pine trees at the water’s edge and enjoy the catch of the day. Menus vary little along the coast, but everything, especially the shellfish, is super-fresh and simply prepared. Scampi buzara (in a white wine sauce), black risotto (cooked in the squid’s ink) and dorade baked with thin-sliced potatoes, are specialties, and you can splurge on lobster and truffles in season.

The wooded island of Lopud is an hour from Dubrovnik by ferry, and, like the walled city, it’s traffic-free. The ruined Grand Hotel is a modernist landmark, and there’s an unexpected treat just off the waterfront. Signs point to Your Black Horizon, an installation by David Adjaye and Olafor Eliasson for the Thyssen-Bornemisza contemporary art foundation. Within a plain wood shelter, a ramp leads up into a square dark room, barely lit from a thin white strip that runs around all four sides. The top half of the structure appears to hover weightlessly over the lower half; in fact, the thin plastic insert is lit by LEDs, which change color every five minutes.

Split, the sprawling second city of Croatia, began life as a Roman palace, which was built by the Emperor Domitian, and settled long after his death by refugees from barbarian invaders. Apartments sprout from the walls and fill every space between the surviving arches and columns, washing is strung across the narrow streets, and the place is full of energy. Sip a Travarica (a herb-flavored grappa) in the peristyle as a balladeer or rock group performs, or soak in the hot springs at the art nouveau bath house on Marmont Street. A stylish and affordable place to stay is the new Goli + Bosi Hostal (Croat for barefoot and naked), a wonderfully inventive, bare-bones adaptation of an old department store. All-white rooms, including a duplex for a couple and a dormitory for eight sleeping in wall capsules, open off searing yellow corridors adorned with super graphics. A roof terrace offers a stunning view over the city, and a hip bar-restaurant spills out of the ground floor and fills the pedestrian-only square.

Hvar may be the most beautiful of the major islands and it draws a chic crowd to its yacht harbor. The main road follows the spine of the mountains, serving villages to either side, and the scenery is ruggedly beautiful, with dense coverage of pine and lavender. There’s little to do but hang out at the many cafes of Hvar Town and Stari Grad or hike down to rocky beaches. At the northern tip of Dalmatia, the Venetians fortified the harbor on the small island of Rab, and this hilltop gem has kept its character intact.

Fire and invaders destroyed many of Croatia’s treasures, but a few were spared—notably the cathedral of Trogir with a portal carved in a wild scramble of sacred and secular imagery, and an exquisite Renaissance chapel. Still more impressive are the sixth-century mosaics in Porec on the Istrian peninsula. Euphrasius, a bishop turned saint, was a self-promoter who incorporated his monogram into the rich geometry of inlaid marble and mother-of-pearl at the base of the sanctuary. Above are richly expressive Byzantine mosaics that recall those of Ravenna across the Adriatic. For a magic moment go there just before the church closes at 5pm, when all is quiet and the sun highlights a few of the figures. A sense of artistry still flourishes in Porec. In a recent addition, gently rounded channels carry rainwater along the streets that slope down from the polished stone plaza at the heart of the old town.

In Rovinj, the Lone Hotel is located a short bike or taxi ride from the walled peninsula in a wooded zone near the beach. A triumph of contemporary architecture and design, the sweeping white balconies evoke a luxury yacht, and a skylit atrium ties the six floors together. The guest rooms are coolly elegant, and there is a first-rate restaurant with a terrace overlooking the pool. Exemplary service: the hotel provided their driver when overzealous cops towed my rental car, to pick me up and translate my excuses. Too bad there’s another hotel close by that was blasting “Que sera, sera” and other tacky retro pop the night I dined outside.

Santiago, Chile

Michael Webb explores the bustling capital of Santiago, Chile and makes a few new discoveries.

Sleep

Aubrey: Stylish new boutique hotel in Bellavista, run by friendly Australians. If you cannot secure a room, stop by for a drink or dinner. (Constitucion 299-317; 02 940 2800)

Austral Suites: Located in Providencia, 16 apartments of varied sizes for $80 a night and up. (Francisco Encina 1781 at Concepcion; 02 567 6052)

Eat & Drink

Providencia

Le Flaubert: French bistro. (Orrego Luco 125; 02 515 4908)

Infante 51: Grilled or sautéed fish such as breca, cojinova austral, and kana-kana. Tranquil patio; no English spoken; check the bill carefully. (Infante 51; 02 264 3357)

El Hurtado: Creative vegetarian dishes. (Orrego Lugo 54; 02 755 1460)

Liguria: Chilean standards and a lively bar scene. (Pedro de Valdivia 048; 02 334 4346)

Baco: Handsome bistro and wine bar. (Nueva de Lyon 113; 02 231 4444)

Las Condes

KM.0: Hip restaurant located in the W Hotel. (Isidora Goyenechea 3000; 02 245 7077)

Vitacura

Mestizo: Expansive open-sided shelter supported by massive rocks on the edge of the Bicentennial Park; exemplary Chilean cuisine. (Av Bicentario 4050; 09 7477 6093)

Bella Artes

Opera: Sybaritic French menu in upscale setting. (Merced 395; 02 664 3048)

See & Do

Mercado Central: An ornate marketplace with raffish fish restaurants.

Museo de la Moda: A modernist mansion in Vitacura, where you can explore a fabulous couture collection and lunch at the chic El Garage cafe.

La Moneda Arts Centre: a lofty space for art exhibits and cultural events, located beneath the presidential palace.

Providencia: A bohemian neighborhood that straddles the river (a mere trickle in February); it feels like a village and makes an ideal base. Street-life is vibrant–sidewalk cafes and restaurants are thronged. Cheap taxis are abundant and the subway provides a fast link to downtown.

Museum of Memory: A museum which commemorates the victims of Pinochet’s brutality and the heroic resistance to his rule.

Matucana 100: An adventurous cultural center.

Gabriela Mistral Cultural Center: A must for lovers of music and dance is this heroically scaled block, soon to be joined by a new opera house.

FINAL TIP: For a comfortable, reliable trip to the airport call Taxi Officiel (02 601 9880), which offers town cars at a flat rate of $28 from the central city.

Click here to read the full story about Michael’s trip from Santiago to provincial villages on the fringes of the Atacama desert.