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Stella Maris church was designed by Michele Busiri Vici in the early 1960s. It sits, gleaming white, overlooking the harbour in Porto Cervo, on Costa Smerelda in the north of Sardinia.
I love the clock on the outside of the building, just to let sailors know what time it is, so they don’t miss mass.
The interior is beautifully simple. The furniture smells of the local juniper from which it is made.
There are gorgeous details all around the church.
I dare you to find a cuter church.
Originally posted on Equatours | All Tailor Made Travel:
We have just returned from a flying visit to Sardinia and the three-night experience has left me exhausted, at least a kilo heavier, and madly in love with this wonderful Italian island!
A mere 1 hour and 20 minute flight from our base in Austria, the island of Sardinia is perfect for a weekend getaway, and if you enjoy Italian food and wines as much as we do, you are in for a real treat!
Despite the fact that the island is just stirring from its winter hibernation, the friendly restaurants and sea front cafes are beginning to dust off the cobwebs in preparation for the start of their summer season in mid May, and there is plenty going on for those looking for action.
We spent most of our time wandering around the cobbled streets of the old town, eating pizza, pasta and gelato, while savouring the fine wines…
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Originally posted on E A T & R E L I S H:
“”Positano bites deep…..It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.” — John Steinbeck
The longest and most enjoyable stretch of our trip was all, as it would come to be, a very happy accident. Five nights and six days spent in London, Rye, and Paris had flown by to become a jumbled memory of pints, fish and chips, wine, and macaroons, leaving us with weary feet begging for a break and a cloudy fog of jet lag threatening to turn us into unwitting narcoleptics. We said our goodbyes to the 7th arrondissement in the early morning hours, and packed up our bags to head to the Paris Orly airport, tickets in hand for a 7:30AM departure time on a flight destined for Rome. As we pulled into the airport and I switched on my iPhone’s…
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