Marriage brought them together. A gap in the cemetery wall kept the burial arrangements administratively convenient. Shared memorials between Lublin’s Catholic and Protestant burial grounds. julianwhite.uk/lublin-cmenta…

Hot honey, chorizo, ricotta and scissors at Pelier in Lublin. A filling pizzetta, a Polish dark lager and further damage to my claim that I prefer the simpler things in life. julianwhite.uk/lublin-pelier…

Lublin after dark, from St Joseph’s Church to the Kraków Gate and Trinitarian Tower. A few photographs from a little meander, occasionally interrupted by remembering where my accommodation was. julianwhite.uk/lublin-at-nig…

A theatrical goat, a romantic gesture and another excuse to photograph pavement furniture. Meeting Łukasz on Lublin’s Jezuicka Street. julianwhite.uk/lublin-lukasz…

Lublin’s Dominican Basilica has ornate pulpits, family memorials and centuries of history. Whilst I admired the furnishings, other visitors were getting on with the building’s intended purpose. julianwhite.uk/lublin-domini…

A lost church tower, crowded rooftops and people responding to disaster. The Fire of Lublin painting preserves much more than the story of a claimed miracle. julianwhite.uk/lublin-domini…

Shared institutions and separate identities, negotiated in 1569. The Union of Lublin gives the “Europe starts here” sign outside the Dominican basilica some substance. julianwhite.uk/lublin-domini…

A milkshake IPA, a carrot, banana and peach pastry sour, and a substantial burger at U Fotografa in Lublin. The carrot and banana escaped my attention. The burger didn’t. julianwhite.uk/lublin-u-foto…

Limoges’s town hall had stood for 143 years before the devastating fire on 17 October. Highly sub-optimal. julianwhite.uk/limoges-destr…

From Lublin Airport to the city by POLREGIO. Around twenty minutes for £1.50, with comfortable surroundings and working power points. Another pleasing encounter with Polish railways. julianwhite.uk/lublin-airpor…

Back to Lublin after nine years, with an £8.99 Wizz Air flight, a useful aisle seat and some purposeful speed walking to catch the airport train. julianwhite.uk/wizz-air-flig…

My Barcelona sightseeing priorities included Lambicus, a bar specialising in Belgian beers. An excellent selection, a rather decadent smoked stout and free nuts. A productive cultural visit. julianwhite.uk/barcelona-lam…

Paul Whitewick discusses inaccessible open access land, the limited response from authorities and how walkers could help establish the true scale of the problem. julianwhite.uk/paul-whitewic…

Another photographic update from the demolition of Anglia Square in Norwich, showing progress across the site on 9 October 2026. It didn't take long for Gildengate House to go. julianwhite.uk/norwich-angli…

Buying a train ticket at Barcelona Airport involved broken machines, distressed passengers, an increasingly angry queue and some emergency translation assistance from ChatGPT. The actual journey was considerably easier. julianwhite.uk/barcelona-tro…

Flying from Katowice to Barcelona with Wizz Air. The seating gods provided a window seat, the bag inspectors waved me through after I had carefully rearranged everything and nothing fell off the aircraft. julianwhite.uk/wizz-air-flig…

You are legally allowed to walk across it, but there may be no legal way of getting there. Paul Whitewick examines the inaccessible areas of England and Wales designated as open access land. julianwhite.uk/paul-whitewic…

Giovanni di Paolo’s God the Father and Three Angels demonstrates that mild overcrowding existed even in fifteenth-century heaven. It also led me to discover that he illustrated Dante’s condemnation of corruption among the clergy. julianwhite.uk/belgrade-nati…

My walking shoes have completed approximately 2,900 miles and developed several holes and a theoretical relationship with grip. For reasons I do not entirely understand, people suggested that replacements might now be appropriate. julianwhite.uk/north-ridge-s…

How did a sixteenth-century Venetian painter give his name to a plate of raw beef? Vittore Carpaccio’s vivid use of red inspired the naming of the dish in Venice in 1950. His Saint Roch helps explain the connection. julianwhite.uk/belgrade-nati…