Travel theme: Cream

This morning started off a bit wobbly as I reached for my coffee and realized I’d run out of cream. So, one cup of black coffee later, I came up with my slightly behind schedule travel theme for the week, and went in search of suitable photos. Here’s what I came up with, starting off with a creamy, otherworldly landscape in Yellowstone.

A swathe of drought-ravaged daisies in Wisconsin‘s late summer heat.

A statue of the drunk and lecherous Silenus, aka The Baboon, skulking on Via del Babuino (Baboon Street) near the Spanish Steps in Rome.

The quiet beauty of a Piet Oudolf garden in a wintry New York.

The otherworldly expanses of Cappadocia in Turkey.

Toasty crumpets hot off the grill at Pike Place Market in Seattle.

The ultimate Boston Cream Pie, with a generous side of fresh cream, at its birthplace, Parker House, right in the heart of Boston.

And how could I resist a photo of ice cream – this from the infamous Bent Spoon in Princeton.

I think I’ve just put on five pounds thinking about those last three photos, so I’m handing it over to you for your interpretation of this week’s theme. If you would like to join in (everyone’s welcome!) here’s what to do:

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Show me the crème de la crème of your cream-inspired photos.

❤ Ailsa

My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it’s on your plate. – Thornton Wilder

A cup of coffee – real coffee – home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all. – Henry Ward Beecher

About ailsapm

Hi there! I’m Ailsa Prideaux-Mooney. I’ve lived in many places, and travelled to many more. I had a lot of fun getting there and being there, wherever there happened to be at the time. I climbed a castle wall in Czesky Krumlov, abseiled down cliffs to go caving in the west of Ireland, slept on the beach in Paros, got chased by a swarm of bees in Vourvourou (ok that wasn’t fun, but it was exciting), learned flower arranging in Tokyo, found myself in the middle of a riot in Seoul, learned to snowboard in Salzburg, got lost in a labyrinth in Budapest and had my ice cream stolen by a gull in Cornwall. And I’m just getting started. If you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read so far, I’d love you to follow my travelogue - wheresmybackpack.com - and remember, anyone who tries to tell you it’s a small world hasn’t tried to see it all.

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