Periodically we’ll feature one of our properties here to let our readers know about some great gay friendly places to stay:
Eric and Patrice will reiceive you in Puechabon, typical Languedoc village located 25 minutes from Montpellier, close to the gorges of the Herault and only 45 minutes from the Mediterranean.
We offer you two spacious guest rooms of about 35 m2 each equipped kitchenettes, and private bathroom and three other bedrooms of 20 m2 each equipped with their own bathroom and private WC.
You can enjoy the hammam, the large swimming pool (12 X 5) including a hot tub, or relax in another jacuzzi lulled by the chirping of cicadas.
The wooded and wild environment, without any opposite, leads to naturism .
Breakfasts will be served on the terrace of the house.
Puechabon adjoins the trusted Gorges de l’ Herault and you will discover a diverse and unique heritage as the village of Saint Guilhem le Desert and the Devil’s Bridge ( World Heritage of UNESCO), Clamouse cave, Salagou Lake. You can pracitce hiking, biking, canoeing, via ferrata ….
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Gay Friendly Bed and Breakfasts, Hotels, and Vacation Rentals in Languedoc, France
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As you know, or as at least the name of my blog should suggest, I am Italian 🙂 I actually come from a beautiful region of Italy: Puglia! Apulia (as it is often known abroad, from its original latin name), the so called heel of the boot is a gem full of wonders! Please let me show you one of these: the Alberobello trulli.
First of all: what is a trullo? A trullo is a traditional construction, typical of the Valle d’Itria: a small round house made of dry stone with a conical roof. The Valle d’Itria is a specific area of Puglia, spreading over three different provinces: Bari, Brindisi and Taranto.
Trulli started to be built in this area in the 16th century as farmers’ shelters. As some historics say, being built only of stones, trulli could be seen as a temporary storehouses to avoid taxation, as they were easy to dismantle when the King’s tax inspectors were in the area. Whatever the real origin of these constructions, the heavy stone walls have a practical reason: to ease with some cool the baking summers of Puglia, and to preserve the warmth from the fireplaces during the otherwise cold winters.
Cheese and chocolate. Yes, they’re two of Switzerland’s tastiest exports. But what really stands out about Basel – which, with 170,000 inhabitants, is Switzerland’s third largest city after Zurich and Geneva – is the vibrancy of its art and cultural scenes. Basel, which borders France and Germany, has the most museums (almost 40) of any Swiss destination, and they saturate every street – along with shops, hotels, restaurants and bars that scream luxury and decadence. All in all, the city’s offers the perfect formula for the perfect weekend away.
Here’s our guide to Basel’s best cultural attractions along with our top restaurant and hotel recommendations in five easy steps…
Our first visit was to the Kunstmuseum Basel with its vast collection of historic and modern art. The main building was erected in 1931 and an extension added in April this year; the latter was designed by the renowned Basel-based architecture firm Christ & Gantenbein. We visited a provoking exhibition called Sculpture On The Move 1946-2016, and this gobsmacking building is certainly the place for it; it’s on until 18 September. If you’re interested in the evolution of sculpture from World War 11 to the present, and are a fan of the likes of Alberto Giacometti to Koons, this is the exhibit for you.
It’s a bit over ten years since my last visit to Lisbon. That trip was with my ex-boyfriend, his new boyfriend, and another friend who had also once been in a long-term relationship with my ex-boyfriend. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but obviously it wasn’t.
This trip I was travelling with Liviu. It was his first visit to Lisbon and I was excited to be rediscovering the city.
We had booked an apartment through misterb&b. It was easy enough to navigate our way from the airport, via the fast and efficient metro system to find our apartment on Rua da Oliveira ao Carmo. This turned out to be a great location – central, and within easy walking of everything that we needed.
Getting Our Bearings
Liviu was keen to hit the beach straight away, but this isn’t Barcelona, so I instead persuaded him that a walk around the city was a good way to get our bearings.
Rattling trams and buzzing tuk-tuks are on hand if you can’t quite face the multitude of steps, but if you’ve got the energy this a great city for working up an appetite while walking.
If you have already been to Salento Gallipoli is for sure very familiar to you! Gallipoli in ancient Greek means The Beautiful City: and yes it is a beautiful city indeed! The ancient Greeks knew Gallipoli very well! Nowadays well known as the pearl of the Ionian Sea, and somehow the capital of Salento Gallipoli was one of the main ports of the so called Magna Graecia: it was a very important due to its strategic position by the sea.
The beautiful city of Gallipoli has seen many different population on its soil: Vandals, Goths, Bizantines, Messapic, Normans, all lived in different periods in this area, but for sure were the Greeks to leave the biggest footprint.
By the way, where the hell is Gallipoli? In Puglia, of course! To be more precise in Salento Gallipoli is located about 30 Kilometers South West of Lecce. It is a pretty big town, featuring an amazing old town, connected through the main street, Corso Roma, to the modern part of the town. Corso Roma is the promenade, where the locals and tourists usually go for an evening stroll (in italian we call it struscio), meet friends for an aperitif, or go for some shopping: it is the main center of the city, where during summer you can find also plenty of buskers entertaining the visitors.
I was in London for 6 days to do some sightseeing and see some old friends. I haven’t been able to post a blog entry on my London trip so, here’s a video of London in under two minutes.
I have so many good photos and stores to tell about the trip but I’m still in traveling mood right now. And I do still have a jet lag.
Promise, I’ll post all my summer trip photos once I have time to sort out my thoughts and thousands of photos.
I’ve talked about Berlin a lot on this site, providing you with some useful guides for the city (check out:
In my deluded mind, a trip to Milan was an opportunity to sip Negronis by a sun-baked pool, admiring the city’s style and hot, swaggering men. A relentless two-day rain storm changed that plan slightly.
An umbrella was firmly in the hand, rather than in the cocktails, but Italian talent was duly ogled and the Milanese remain admirably chic, even when it’s quite nippy and pouring it down.
We were in the city for the Quiiky Untold History tour. This wasn’t a guided peek into Donatella’s plastic surgeons or Berlusconi’s favourite escort agencies. This was a journey into an ancient past when alchemy, art, design and religion fused to made Italy a cultural ruler. But before delving into the mysteries and wonders of 15th-century art, we plunged into Milanese nightlife.
Lecco Milano is a hip, mixed bar offering food, DJs and a range of cocktails, including one tipple worryingly called GinHB. We also played bingo at L’Elephante while drinking a killer cocktail called the Bin Laden. I don’t remember how I got home.
If I had a coin for every time I explained I was traveling to Georgia The Republic of, not the US state I’d be a wealthy man. Admittedly, to many Westerners it’s not high on the bucket list, overshadowed by higher-profile neighbours Turkey and Russia.
But following a invitation from a friend to visit him in his newly-rented apartment in Tbilisi, I felt instantly curious and torn. It’s legal to be gay in Georgia, but the country is so entrenched in Orthodox Christianity that LGBTI people are often victims of abuse and violence.
When it comes to where queer travelers in the West choose to vacation, many of us vote with our wallets, supporting the economies of well-catalogued gay-friendly destinations, such as Sitges or Mykonos. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
We all know that Ibiza, Gran Canaria and Sitges are the holy trinity of Spain’s LGBTI holiday destinations. Look at what most gay tour operators offer and you’d be forgiven for thinking this was all Spain consisted of. Bustling beaches, a club on every corner and mornings spent nursing a hangover. And then there’s Barcelona.
We’ve all been there and loved every minute. But what if you want a break from the bars a real getaway? Is there an alternative? We packed our bags and cycled across Spain to find out.