Vegan and glam in the same sentence. You read it here first. Brilliant.
My recent Blog about the awful state of the public seating area surrounding (not inside) the Starbucks at Dublin Airport T1 hopefully struck a chord.
Finding a Louis Vuitton store in an airport is like spotting an Okapi, a Sao Tome Shrew, a Red Wolf, a Javan Rhino, a Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombat or any other rare species.
I saw (and bought) a map of the world, for which you stuck special pins denoting the cities and countries you have visited (I had to buy extra pins).
Airport dining gets a bad rap, often unfairly. But sometimes the sector plays into the hands of its critics. I always hesitate to single out businesses for criticism when they are doing their best. But I don’t think this one was.
The view from my window on QF127 is better than any cinema could ever offer. Australia simply stretches. And then it stretches some more. It is a wondrous country.
I do believe it’s time for another adventure. The perfect sentiment for The Moodie Blog.
n my top ten airport stores’ list, this gem of a shop would be right up there. In an airport already putting its best gin foot forward, Jo Malone is surely the perfect tonic.
Dine with us in dietary delight and enjoy a pleasant ambience or opt for the dubious pleasures of a plastic knife and fork, a reheated meal covered in tin foil, a postage stamp dining table, and the prospect of the passenger in front leaning back suddenly and sending your canteen cuisine flying into your shirtfront.
Departing Bali leaves one’s heart heavy, but at least the airport and its commercial operators help ease the pain.
That is the nature of the open tender beast, of course. You win some, you lose some. And sometimes, as with DFS here, you do both.
La Samaritaine and Changi T4 are among the most exciting developments I have seen in my 30 years of covering this business.
For Dubliners, Lambay Island has always had an air of mystery and impenetrability. If like me, you spent your summers digging sandcastles on the various strands from Portmarnock to Sutton, facing east to the Irish Sea, Lambay was a looming but in many ways distant presence. A private island around three miles offshore, we never