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L'Oasi del Riccio, Puglia - signpost

It was in the middle of nowhere, a dusty track off the coast road from Torre Canne heading up to Savelletri, a few large tents stuck together and a portacabin. L’Oasi del Riccio wasn’t pretty, it didn’t have a view to die for nor did it offer a fine dining exper­i­ence. Hell, it didn’t offer solid walls. But who cares? It cooked me the freshest sea­food in an unpre­ten­tious Pugliese style and served it straight to my plastic table parked next to an azure sea.

Starters

L'Oasi del Riccio, Puglia - swordfish and squid

Raw squid was del­icate, sweet, good tex­ture and tasted very fresh. Good sword­fish carpaccio, meaty fla­vour, lots of olive oil.

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A bit of grin and bear it, A bit of come and share it, You’re wel­come, we can spare it…

London Olympics transport chaos

Business as usual or chaos? Nobody seems to have men­tioned that ‘busi­ness as usual’ in London is pre­dic­ated on chaos. A finely tuned state of per­petual dis­aster to be averted at the last moment. It has been this way forever and the 2012 Olympics will be the latest bene­fi­ciary of London’s great talent for bodging, impro­visa­tion and unex­pected moments of tran­scend­ence. I expect Londoners to spend the next six months com­plaining about col­lapsing trans­port infra­struc­ture, high-handed IOC offi­cialdom, a down­turn in trade for much of the cap­ital, and the fact that none of us got tickets.

Reasons to be Cheerful: Afterwards, they will remember the buzz, the amazing events that popped up all over the city during 2012, and the Dunkirk Spirit that accom­panied each suc­cessive cock-up. I also pre­dict a shortage of bar­becue char­coal as City traders working from home finally dis­cover that men are able to mul­ti­task, espe­cially with a nice cold Chablis.

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The new London Boris bus made it’s public debut on route 38 this morning in an eventful and not entirely wrinkle-free outing. It was stalked through the streets by a ven­er­able old route­m­aster car­rying pro­testers against the recent fare increases which con­tinue London’s fine tra­di­tion of being one of the most expensive cap­ital cities for public trans­port.
The bus itself looks spiffing; Thomas Heatherwick has done a ter­rific job of bal­an­cing the con­flicting require­ments and yet pro­duced an iconic vehicle which seems to have met near-complete approval. Did notice a lot of con­dens­a­tion, though, pos­sibly from hyper­vent­il­ating LT staff.
I will write more about the bus, Heatherwicks’s recent lec­ture, and bus stuff in gen­eral, when I get back…

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Atelier sul Mare art hotel - sprks.com

About half way along the Sicily’s North Coast is Cefalu, and just a little fur­ther is the tiny vil­lage of Castel di Tusa which at first glance has little to offer; a bar emit­ting pop music and the whiff of a typ­ical café kit­chen, a few fishing boats pulled up on the har­bour front, a coach of school­chil­dren. Except it hap­pens to be home to one of the most extraordinary hotels you are ever likely to check into. Atelier sul Mare is the brainchild of Antonio Presti, who had the insane idea that guests would travel miles off the beaten track to a hotel that allowed you to stay and sleep inside a piece of art.

Atelier sul Mare art hotel - sprks.com

Sixteen or so of its 40 rooms have been cre­ated by an inter­na­tional col­lec­tion of artists who have been given the freedom to push the bound­aries of what con­sti­tutes a hotel room to the very limit. We chose the Pasolini Room (also called the Prophet Room) by Dario Bellezza, Adele Camria and Antonio him­self. The black metal door is covered with Pier Paolo Pasolini’s poetry, can­ti­levered so we can knock it down should we want to, and opens into an impossibly narrow, pitch-dark cor­ridor which requires us to turn our wheelie suit­cases side­ways. The room is large and all walls and ceil­ings are plastered with straw and mud. It shouldn’t work, but it does! The effect is at first per­plexing, then strangely comforting.

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The bril­liant white town of Ostuni has attracted vis­itors for cen­turies but has always been con­sidered a little off the beaten track. That all looks set to change.

Ostuni, Puglia

Down on Italy’s heel, Puglia has never been on most people’s hol­iday radar although pop­ular with Italian fam­ilies who come here to relax, eat good simple food and gen­er­ally get away from it all. A sort of anti­dote to la bella figura. It has a chequered his­tory, either being fought over by the Greeks, Romans, Byzantines, Longobards, Arabs and Normans, or simply being left to its own, mainly agri­cul­tural, devices. Now, Puglia has seen dra­matic growth as a poten­tial southern coun­ter­part of Tuscan Chiantishire, fuelled by Ryanair’s cheap flights to Bari and Brindisi, the lure of its incred­ible archi­tec­ture and unique, vibrant culture.

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Erice, near Trapani, Sicily

Zeus’ beau­tiful daughter Persephone was kid­napped and raped by Hades at Enna and Scylla devoured sailors in the Strait of Messina. ‘You’ll need extra insur­ance, of course,’ said the man at the car rental desk, ‘this is Sicily’. We insured ourselves to the hilt and headed for the mean streets of Palermo.

Palermo

Palermo was an Arab caliphate until Roger II invaded and made it the Norman cap­ital of the Kingdom of Sicily, which also included most of Southern Italy, for almost 600 years — the jewel in the Med’s crown. After a short dal­li­ance with Naples and the Unification of Italy in 1860, it con­tinued a long, slow decline, but has never for­gotten its proud past. Grand, raw, self-assured and untamed, Palermo may be Italy’s most under­rated city.

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