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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
Please ask for my permission before using anything contained within this blog. Thank you!
art / appetite / adventure
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
The Art / The Appetite
The Adventures
The open road
The Archive
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2009
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November
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- tarragona dona
- ...and a little bit of charcoal
- the things i saw on november 17, 2009
- gece
- the poetry of fog
- going to the market
- divine dessert
- the art of haggling
- crossing bridges
- sketches of budapest
- pretty in pink
- the last day
- "would you like some badass with that waffle, miss?"
- island of fall and the surprise liver
- shoes on the danube promenade
- buda
- streets of buda and pest
- fine pastries and the ghosts of terror
- heroes and fried dough
- first impressions
- yummy type
- eye candy
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November
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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
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2 comments:
I see smoking indoors is still allowed in Budapest. Every hardened smoker has to stand outside here in England. Yes, in the rain / wind / snow!!!
They recently banned smoking indoors here in Istanbul, but so many people smoke, so when you sit at an outdoor café, your hair and clothes stink as though you were stuck in a smoky closed tight space!
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