Top 10 Alternative Lisbon

From a doll hospital to lesser-known delicacies, this guide will help you discover the hidden gems of Lisbon for yourself.

From the beating heart of Alfama to the Manueline marvels of Belém, Lisbon is a truly world class city that is sure to delight any visitor. On a recent trip to the Portuguese capital, I decided to truly get under the skin of the city and seek out some of the lesser-known sites the guide books often overlook.

For first time visitors, don’t forget to check out Mosteiro dos Jerónimos, Castelo de São Jorge and Praça do Comércio or enjoy the pleasures of ‘pastéis de nata’, ‘fado’ music and the charming trams and ‘elevadores’ that grind up and down the city’s streets.

However, if you’re planning your second (or umpteenth) trip – or just fancy going beyond the tried and tested tourist trail – here I present my Top 10 Alternative Lisbon.

  1. The Doll Hospital

Above an unassuming toy shop on Praça da Figueira you can visit ‘Hospital de Bonecas’ – The Doll Hospital. Owned by the same family since 1830, it is one of the world’s oldest doll hospitals, where beloved possessions sent in from around the globe are given a new lease of life.

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Odessan odyssey

From the world’s largest labyrinth to the world’s the world’s first monument to Darth Vader, Odessa makes for an unusual yet captivating city break.

I know the phrase ‘Paris of the…’ gets bandied around all too often, but Odessa may well be worthy of that statement. It’s like the best bits of Paris, Milan and Istanbul have all been mixed in a Slavic hotpot. Plus, just like Barcelona, it boasts stunning beaches mere minutes from the city centre.

Odessa might not seem like the obvious city break destination, but there is plenty to see and do for a short trip, with countless eateries to suit all taste buds and green spaces that are simply captivating.

Ukraine hasn’t had its fair share of good press recently and Odessa, its third most populous city, is no exception, with violent clashes taking place there in the country’s 2014 pro-Russian conflict.

However, despite the delicate situation in nearby Crimea, it appears to be business as usual for Odessans and I felt nothing but calm as I wandered the city’s streets at all hours, being met by the locals with a warm smile and good humour every time.

Deribasivska Street
Deribasivska Street

Founded in the 18th century by Catherine the Great, Odessa blossomed from 1815 onwards when it became a duty-free port. The wealth of this period is evident in the stunning neoclassical and Renaissance revival buildings that border an easy to navigate grid street plan.

However, it is perhaps the immigrants that the Black Sea port attracted that has left the city with its greatest legacy, leaving behind a pan-European outlook evident in the wealth of artistic treasures on display and the multitude of world cuisines on offer in such a relatively small urban centre.  You only have to look at a map of Odessa to see this influence, with French and Italian Boulevards and Greek, Jewish and Albanian Streets listed, to name but a few. People from more than 130 nationalities live in Odessa today.

Tyler's in town
Tyler’s in town

Where to stay

Odessa boasts accommodation to suit all budgets, but it is advisable to book in advance if visiting during the high season in July and August. For those wishing to make their money spread even further, renting an apartment may be a good idea. There are plenty of touts offering rooms at all many arrival points, but if you arrive without a booking, your best bet is to visit the Central Vokzal Apartment Bureau, which is across from platform four near the train station’s rear exit.

Palais Royal Hotel

This boutique gem, situated next door to the ornate Theatre of Opera and Ballet, is housed in a 19th century building that was completely renovated in 2013. Plus, with only 19 rooms, you really feel looked after by the hotel’s friendly staff.

Breakfast is served in the hotel’s trendy restaurant, Sparja, which offers a choice of European and Asian-style breakfasts.

When making your booking, ask for one of the rooms with a private balcony. It’ll be perfect for sitting out on with a morning coffee while people watching below.

Room with a view at Palais Royal Hotel
Room with a view at Palais Royal Hotel

My room itself was rather clinical, but had everything I needed and was cleaned to spotless standards each day. This being Ukraine, however, there were a couple of quirks; noticeably the plasters holding up tiles in the bathroom and the mini-bar, which offered chilled condoms. Safety clearly comes at lower temperatures in these parts!

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Mozart Hotel

For a touch more of the opulent, directly opposite Palais Royal Hotel is Mozart Hotel, which oozes European luxury, and its success in Odessa has seen it expand to six hotels in three countries. With an exterior designed in the Biedermeier style, Mozart Hotel is an exact replica of an aristocratic club that stood on this spot in the early 19th century.

Bristol Hotel

Across the road from the equally stunning Odessa Philharmonic Theatre, Bristol Hotel first opened in 1899 and continues to welcome VIPs, tourists and business travellers alike. Its historic legacy is clearly reflected in its décor and the Le Grand Café Bristol Restaurant is the perfect place for a romantic meal.

Places to eat

From the heart-warming stodge of traditional Ukrainian home cooking to cutting edge European fine dining, Odessa does not disappoint on the culinary front. Plus, with prices in Ukraine generally much lower than the UK, you can really splash out at every meal. Reassuringly, for those of us who don’t read Russian, most places I visited had English menus.

The café scene in Odessa is equally as diverse, with lots of independent coffee shops vying for your attention. However, if you’ve not got time for a sit down, most street corners and public squares boast at least one coffee van. These small, brightly-coloured vehicles contain an espresso machine and offer your favourite coffee variant at an equally tiny price.

Coffee vans on Katerynyns'ka Street
Coffee vans on Katerynyns’ka Street


Walking in to Kompot is like stepping in to Grandma’s house (if she was Odessan) 30 years ago and enjoying simple cuisine that makes your stomach smile. The beetroot salad I ordered was perfectly presented, its cutlets were succulent and Kompot’s desserts felt like they were homemade just for me. Plus, don’t forget to try their eponymous ‘kompoty’, a traditional juice made from preserving fruit in jars.

There are four Kompot outlets within Odessa, but I cannot recommend the original restaurant on Deribasivska Street enough, and I enjoyed both an evening meal and a lunch here during my stay.


Leaving chic Odessa behind, Kumanets transports you to a traditional Ukrainian village from days gone by, complete with servers in folk dress, lavish floral displays and plastic cockerels. It may feel a bit gimmicky, but, thankfully the food hits the spot. I particularly enjoyed their ‘deruny’ (potato pancakes) and Odessan caviar, made from aubergines.


Sometimes you just want a juicy burger and at this Odessa diner you won’t be disappointed with their meaty offerings. Haute burgers made from beef, chicken, duck, venison, ostrich, trout and falafel can all be washed down with a wide selection of artisan soft drinks and beer.

Lviv Coffee Manufacture

Freshly roasted ground coffee is the speciality in this outpost of the Lviv-based chain. Its rustic interior only adds to the charm; that and its delicious selection of desserts.

Kofeynya ZheTo

This tiny café is the perfect place to stop for a rest and beverage in the afternoon, and admire its fairy tale-like interior.

What to do

Get your bearings in Odessa by taking a stroll along pedestrianised Deribasivska Street and exploring the stunning City Garden. While here, make a point of visiting the lavish Passazh, a neo-Renaissance covered shopping arcade which echoes Milan’s Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II.

Next, head towards the Black Sea along Primorsky Boulevard. The highlight here is the majestic Potemkin Steps, made famous by Sergei Eisenstein’s 1925 silent film ‘The Battleship Potemkin’. Avoid climbing back up the almost 200 steps by taking the free funicular railway that runs parallel to the stairway.

At the eastern end of Primorsky Boulevard stands the pink-and-white colonnaded City Hall, which has also served as the city’s stock exchange and later the Regional Soviet Headquarters. In front, there is a cannon captured from the British during the Crimean War and a statue of the Russian poet, Alexander Pushkin.

Pushkin lived in Odessa for 13 months in 1823 after being exiled from Moscow. However, it seems he wasn’t exactly welcome in Odessa either and, following clashes with the government, the local governor was able to get the Tsar to send him packing from here too.

At the opposite end of Primorsky Boulevard stands Vorontsov Palace with its Greek-style colonnade that offers views over Odessa’s busy port. You can also walk over the padlock-covered Mother-In-Law Bridge, which is just around the corner.

Vorontsov Palace colonnade
Vorontsov Palace colonnade

There are two theories as to why the crossing is called Mother-In-Law Bridge; the first one is that, due to it swaying when jumped on or in heavy winds, it’s akin to mother-in-law’s tongue (not my words!). However, I prefer the other version that claims the bridge was commissioned by the local chairman because he loved his mother-in-law’s pancakes. She lived on the other side of Voennyy Descent to him, and so the bridge meant he could get to them more quickly!

Mother-In-Law Bridge
Mother-In-Law Bridge

A great way to see Odessa, particularly the resorts further out of town along the Black Sea coast, is to buy a ticket for the hop-on, hop-off City Tours, which sees you transported between all the major sights in a nippy e-shuttle, complete with a live guide.

My tour guide Larisa was a very staunch woman and I made a note not to get on her wrong side. I saw her go from placid guide to formidable force in 0.001 seconds when the e-shuttle driver decided to take a personal phone call. He was clearly shaken by her stern telling off as, when we stopped at the next location, he took himself off to a quiet corner, presumably to contemplate what he had done.

On tour with Larisa
On tour with Larisa

Despite her demeanour, I was impressed by Larisa’s knowledge and thought she would be a safe bet to take me on a tour of Odessa’s catacombs the following day. She told me that I was underdressed though and must wrap up warmer when we next met.


If placed in one line, Odessa’s limestone catacombs would stretch for over 2,000km. Originally quarried out for building in the 19th century, they have been used by smugglers since and people have even lived in them. Most famously, they sheltered partisans in the Second World War, who waged a war of attrition against the Nazis and occupying Romanians.

The catacombs themselves are situated about 15km north of central Odessa in the unassuming suburb of Nerubayske and can be difficult to reach under your own steam, so I would recommend hiring a guide and driver through your hotel to save time. The excursion will certainly be a memorable – if sobering – highlight of your trip to Odessa.

Although, taking Larisa’s advice, I had wrapped up extra warm, yet proceeded to be driven in the warmest car known to mankind. Clearly watching me drip with sweat from the front, Larisa said something to the driver in Russian, they both laughed hysterically and then one of the windows was opened a tiny crack.

Entering the Odessa Catacombs
Entering the Odessa Catacombs

As I visited during the low season, the catacombs were locked, so Larisa had to telephone the caretaker who promptly let us in and then locked the door as soon as we entered. His action made me feel a little uneasy and I certainly wasn’t reassured when Larisa escorted to me to a derelict passageway and asked me to turn off my torch.

I’d be lying if I said that at that point I was a bit concerned about my welfare. I was alone with an eccentric tour guide miles away from civilisation where no-one knew where I was. Oh, and I was now in the dark in a warren of – locked – catacombs.

I kept thinking about the tragic – admittedly disputed – tale of Masha, an innocent partygoer who ventured down into the depths with some friends on 1st January 2005. While down there, she took a wrong turn or two, and got lost. It took two years before the police were able to locate her body and retrieve it from the catacombs. I also read that the catacombs are a pretty good place to stage a murder, with its labyrinth structure hiding bodies from the law. Was I to be the catacombs’ next victim?

Well, thankfully, no.

A few seconds passed – although it felt like several minutes – and Larisa turned her torch back on, smiled and we continued back along the set route. I relaxed and began asking questions about the catacombs. “Yes my dear” or “no my dear” was how she would start a response, before giving me a light touch on my left arm every time. When she wanted to reiterate a point she was making she would recap a fact with “and I repeat.”

I soon warmed to Larisa; she was so much more than just a guide, as her off topic chat wandered towards describing times of yore. She had worked on the Soviet Union cruise ships and also regaled a story of taking oligarchs around Las Vegas. “Vegas! I don’t like it”, she concluded. She also allowed Protestants to sleep on her sofa, but I am not sure of that significance of that; it was just as hot in the car on the return journey and, being more concerned about not fainting in the heat, some of what she said was lost in my trance-like meditative state.

Also on the journey back to the city centre Larisa retrieved several crumpled five and 10 pound notes from her bag and asked if I could swap them for newer ones, which her bank would accept.

“I only have ‘hryvnias’,” I replied.

“Oh. That is most disappointing.”

Darth Vader

In April 2015 a law was passed in Ukraine that required all monument from the Communist era to be removed. However, rather than destroy a statue of Lenin on the outskirts of Odessa, local artist Alexander Milov decided to encase it within a titanium façade, creating the world’s first monument to Darth Vader. I made a point to seek it out while there.

It was quite difficult to find, but as soon as I saw the reception desk for the company who own the courtyard where it stands and said “Darth Vader” (I may have done this in a slight Russian accent), a blue camouflaged-clad security guard whisked me through the building to the glorious sight. It was remarkable how the artist managed to blend Lenin’s coat into the ‘Star Wars’ Sith Lord’s famous cape.

Alexander Milov - Darth Vader
Alexander Milov – Darth Vader

Apparently, the statue also offers free WiFi, but I could only connect to a HP printer on the second floor.

Travel Facts and Tips

  • Odessa is a great city to visit at any time of the year, with moderate winters and pleasant summers.
  • There are no direct flights to Odessa from the UK, but Ukraine International Airlines and LOT Polish Airlines offer one-stop connections via their hubs from London, or you can fly via Istanbul on Turkish Airlines from Birmingham Airport.
  • Ukraine’s ‘hryvnia’ (UAH) is a closed currency, so you can only exchange money once you arrive.
  • Bargain hunters should head to Seventh-Kilometer Market – thought to be Europe’s largest. Closer to the city centre, Starokonny and Privoz Markets are also a must for shopaholics.
  • Odessa was named after the ancient Greek city of Odessos, which was mistakenly believed to have been located here, although the city was the site of a large Greek settlement not later than the middle of the 6th century BC.
  • Stay healthy while in Odessa; the city’s six kilometre-long traffic free Health Track runs along the shore of the Black Sea and is popular with walkers, runners, cyclists and rollerbladers alike.
  • Odessa was a very Jewish city in the 1920s, but the Holocaust and anti-Semitism during the Soviet period reduced their presence. Many Jews moved to New York’s Brighton Beach, which is nicknamed ‘Little Odessa’.
  • If you’re looking to bring treats back home, you can’t go wrong with a box of chocolates from ABK or Rosheen, both Ukrainian manufacturers.
  • If you fancy a night out by the sea, head to Arkadia Beach, which offers a variety of cafés, bars and nightclubs.
  • Odessa is considered one of the capitals of Ukranian winemaking and tours can be arranged to nearby vineyards.

How now Chișinău

Chișinău feels like the Soviet Union fell yesterday and no-one’s still quite sure what to do next. However, once you get past its shortcomings, Chișinău reveals a capital city that oozes sights, quality eateries and is a genuine treat for any traveller.

After a five hour delay and an erratic taxi drive through some pretty ropey areas of the Moldovan capital, I arrived at my Communist-era hotel in a pretty foul mood. I dumped my bags in my room and ran my fingers along the wall-to-wall carpet, but even this crime to interior decoration failed to raise a smile.

So, I braved the bitter winter air and ventured out in search of something, anything, to elevate my disposition and rekindle the excitement I felt 12 hours earlier when I checked in at London Luton…

Lingering at Luton

At that time, my Wizz Air flight to Chișinău – the city formerly known as Kishinev – was on time. After a lacklustre 6am breakfast at Frankie & Benny’s, the departure time was pushed back an hour and this soon doubled in duration.

At its best, London Luton is just a giant Portakabin with a brightly coloured stud wall placed in front of it, but with the airport in the midst of a £110 million ‘transformation’, the duty free shopping area was as lively as a swimming pool after a child has torpedoed-out a floater.

The bar was open, of course, but I didn’t fancy arriving with a hangover, so I stared intently at the departure board as the flight time kept being pushed further and further back.

After trying the hand wash in all the airside toilets – they’re all the same, FYI – I decided to go and speak to someone. There was something about fog in Poznań and a stranded plane, but I am a sucker for a freebie and I skipped away from the information desk with a complimentary £7 ‘light refreshment’ voucher and wolfed down my second breakfast of the day in Pret A Manger.

Time moved slowly, but I managed to bond with fellow passengers as we discussed our disdain for the delay and whether it was likely we would get any compensation. Regardless of the outcome, I think I may have made Martin Lewis a minor celebrity in Moldova, as I directed everyone to his money saving website for the relevant EU flight delay guidelines.

Once the plane arrived, everything happened very quickly and we were ushered in to one of Luton’s gates, which feel more like a Prisoner of War camp hut than a holiday departure area. Within seconds, we found ourselves inside one of Wizz Air’s purple transporters and, finally, after much apologising from the crew on board, we were en route to Chișinău.

Taxi trauma

It was dark and cold when we landed, shrouding my initial impressions of visiting a country for the first time; noticing the architecture of the roofs as the plane descends and looking at what’s being grown in the fields around the airport. The airport itself was pretty clinical, but the process of exiting was a quick one. After agreeing a price with a local taxi company, I was soon on my way to my hotel.

However, the taxi driver took me on a somewhat convoluted route and I could feel bile rising in my throat as we weaved in and out of some sketchy suburbs, dodging delivery drivers and mongrel dogs.

I write about all this as, albeit in a #firstworldproblems kind of way, as I’d had a rubbish day and other than simply going to sleep and hoping tomorrow would be better, I had no idea how I was going to get that ‘I’m on holiday!’ feeling back.

La Plăcinte

Walking around a darkened capital, other than a few supermarkets and trendy wine bars, everywhere looked closed. However, as I sauntered past the city’s grand-looking railway station, some twinkly lights caught my eye.

As I approached, framed inside the Christmas lights was a bright-looking restaurant, filled with families and friends enjoying each other’s company and wolfing down large quantities of food. Above the door the sign read ‘La Plăcinte’ and, before my mouth could properly start salivating, I was sat down at one of the spare tables with a menu in hand.

I soon discovered that La Plăcinte is a national chain, offering traditional Moldovan foods in a contemporary environment. The signature dish of the restaurant is the ‘plăcinte’ itself, a large, round-shaped pastry filled with ingredients such as cheese, cabbage, eggs, potatoes and onions, as well as layered variants stuffed with meat. Ordering two pies, I was immediately sent to pastry heaven – a Greggs’s steak bake this most certainly was not – heightened by the fact I washed them down with a large glass of Chișinău, the flagship lager of the Efes Vitanta brewery.

If ever you find yourself a bit grumpy in Moldova, make a beeline for La Plăcinte. I left feeling full and with a big smile on my face, having tried something traditional in a setting that had already altered my preconceptions of what Moldova was like. Although none of the staff spoke English, they were all extremely polite and pointed out the most traditional meals on the menu to me. Plus, the picture menu was a doddle to navigate and entices repeat visits.

Cosmos Hotel

Back in my hotel, I could fully appreciate its Soviet kitsch for all it was worth. When the USSR was in full swing, I imagine the 19-storey Cosmos Hotel really impressed tourists arriving from across the Soviet Bloc. However, other than the introduction of an unreliable WiFi service, I don’t think it has changed at all since opening in 1983 – and all the better for it. People always want to stay in a place that has ‘character’, well Cosmos Hotel is like walking back in to the recent past.

Grigory Kotovsky statue in front of Cosmos Hotel
Grigory Kotovsky statue in front of Cosmos Hotel

My subdued room felt like something from a Communist-themed live escape game, but instead of offering clues on how to get out, fixtures and fittings delighted the senses at every turn. Tactile, Rococo-style wallpaper engulfed the room, only to be broken up by a round mirror that was framed by a layer of thick carpet.

Directly opposite the stiff bed was a piece of lenticular artwork that depicted a seaside scene, which seemed odd considering Moldova is landlocked. Regardless, its 3D effect was a joy to view from every angle and reminded me of something my Nana would’ve hung in her living room in the later 1980s.

Lenticular artwork, Cosmos Hotel
Lenticular artwork, Cosmos Hotel

Other items in the room included a telephone that had seen better days in the years immediately following the Second World War. Even when I had a call from reception the following day, I was sure that after answering its archaic reverberations I would be given a secret mission from the KGB, certainly not a pleasant wake up message. The television was a bit more modern. Well, it had a few channels in colour, although it lacked a remote and was about as deep as a double garage. Randomly, my room also boasted an industrial-sized fridge. There was nothing in it either, but, if there was a freak heatwave, at least I had a nice place to crawl into to cool off.

Even the room key baffled, hung on a gigantic wooden chocolate drop that was very cumbersome to carry around in my pocket and kept scratching my thigh.  The suspicious opaque mildew in the shower was somewhat worrying, however.

Breakfast in this reinforced concrete monolith was served in a gigantic room that felt like I was dining in an aircraft hangar. Despite being filled to the brim with frilly tables, there never seemed to be more than eight or so people breakfasting there and the majority of the floor space was occupied by the waiting staff, who were all dressed like bizarre nurse-dinner lady hybrids. Why so many staff were needed was beyond me, as the tiny breakfast table offered just a small selection of meats, cheeses, pastries and stodgy delights that certainly hit the spot, but hardly left me spoilt for choice.

Regardless, all the staff I met were lovely and if you prefer a hotel with character, I cannot recommend Cosmos Hotel enough.

If you’re interested, you can read more about Cosmos Hotel over on Socialist Modernism.

Dark times

On first glance, Chișinău doesn’t feel like an obvious city break destination. Its streets are hardly paved with gold, if at all – I think I walked along half-finished walkways and rubble more than I did actual pavements.

Also, apart from when I was being served in a restaurant, I never really saw anyone smile all week. Certainly, it’s very unnerving being in a country where people say ‘good luck’ instead of ‘goodbye’, as if something terrible will happen the minute you leave their company.

Plus, even crossing the road felt like I was dicing with death. Close to the derelict and modernist National Hotel, pitch black tunnels pass underneath Bulevardul Ștefan cel Mare și Sfînt, Chișinău’s main drag. I literally thanked my lucky stars when I made it from one side to the other each time I made the journey without being stabbed at from the shadows. I almost chuckled to myself before I left, when I read the UK Government’s travel advice for visiting Moldova; bring a small torch, it said. Well, walking through those tunnels, I wasn’t laughing anymore, I was positively shitting myself.

Pedestrian underpass below Bulevardul Ștefan cel Mare și Sfînt
Pedestrian underpass below Bulevardul Ștefan cel Mare și Sfînt

Luckily, from the darkness comes light and I was fortunate enough to be in Chișinău when, on December 1, the city turned on its Christmas lights. These brought much needed cheer to the capital’s dark streets, as electric icicles hung from trolleybus wires and a colossal Christmas tree lit up the area in front of Casa Guvernului.

Christmas lights in front of Casa Guvernului
Christmas lights in front of Casa Guvernului

Interestingly, December 1 is also Great Union Day, which declared the Union of Transylvania with Romania in 1918, along with the provinces of Bukovina and Bessarabia, which is today mostly occupied by modern-day Moldova. It was interesting seeing this being celebrated alongside the Christmas festivities, with lots of Romanian flags being displayed – most notably on a huge electronic billboard on Strada Pușkin – and it was easy to see how, as well as a shared language, traditions and folklore, there have been calls throughout history from both nations for unification.

Despite these joyful scenes, closer to my hotel, I would see street sellers each morning offering various wares on small rugs, that hid the lack of a pavement underneath.  In my own romantic way, I saw it as a bric a brac flea market, but I was later told that people are forced to sell their worldly possessions in order to put food on the table. This was a sobering reminder that I was, after all, visiting Europe’s poorest country.

Chișinău feels like the Soviet Union fell yesterday and no-one’s still quite sure what to do next. This sense of limbo is apparent everywhere you go. However, once you get past these shortcomings and moving scenes, Chișinău reveals a capital city that oozes sights, quality eateries and is a genuine treat for any traveller.

Soaking up the sights

Arcul de Triumf
Arcul de Triumf

Firstly, there’s lots to see and do in the city itself. My first full day in Chișinău was spent pounding its streets, visiting everything from the Arcul de Triumf – watching over the Parcul Catedralei and its Orthodox Cathedral like a mini Arc de Triomphe – to the Parcul Ştefan cel Mare where I followed in the footsteps of Pushkin, who used to stroll the park grounds in the 1820s. Here, I admired the glorious statue of Stefan cel Mare – Stephen the Great. A 15th century prince, he achieved fame in Europe for his long resistance against the Ottomans and continues to hold a special place in the heart of Moldovans and Romanians alike. Also worth seeking out when here is a bizarre monument that looks like a lotus flower with a fire inside. Made of concrete, of course.

Next, I spent a couple of hours in the fantastic National Museum of History of Moldova. Before entering, the lady on the front desk laughed hysterically when I asked for the advertised student ticket. On producing my ISIC card, she didn’t laugh anymore and dutifully let me inside of the equivalent of 20p (5 MDL).

Once inside the museum, I was able to fully appreciate the history of a country that has been annexed throughout history and perhaps explains why it is still struggling with its national identity today. From its time as part of Bessarabia and the horrors of Stalinlist repression, objects and images highlight a country that has forever been at the crossroads of conflict in Eastern Europe.

I finished my visit in the museum exploring the temporary exhibition ‘Independent Moldova. Pages of History’, which celebrated 25 years from Moldova’s declaration of independence. Here, placards, posters and photographs focused around the beginnings of the Movement for National Revival and subsequent independence in 1991. I was reminded that Moldova is an extremely young state in its current form and the struggle for independence left me feeling hopeful of a country that has so much to discover about itself, as well as much to offer the rest of the world.

Independent Moldova. Pages of History exhibition, National Museum of History of Moldova
Independent Moldova. Pages of History exhibition, National Museum of History of Moldova

Another place of note was the sombre Victory Memorial and Eternal Flame, which honours Moldovans who perished in World War Two. The Eternal Flame burns brightly underneath a giant Communist-era structure which is guarded by soldiers. Time your visit around the top of the hour for the changing of the guard, complete with some impressive goose-stepping and bayonets.

Victory Memorial and Eternal Flame
Victory Memorial and Eternal Flame

The Victory Memoria is situated in perfectly manicured grounds that also include a World War Two cemetery and a Monument to the Victims of the Transnistrian War in 1992.

On the other side of town stands the eerie Chișinău State Circus. Opened in 1981, this Soviet-era circus appeared all but abandoned when I visited, but I understand that restoration work is going on to bring the venue back to life, so do check local listings if you visit, as it is said to be very impressive inside. 

Chișinău State Circus
Chișinău State Circus

Chain reaction 

There was no shortage of places to stop for a coffee or a quick snack when out and about in Chișinău either, as tiny booths on every street corner offer a freshly brewed caffeine fix, sweet treats and lots of delicious bakery items. Reversing the trend of other underpasses in Chișinău, the area below the intersection of Bulevardul Ștefan cel Mare și Sfînt and Strada Ismail had some particularly good on-the-go eateries, which filled me up for a few pennies. 

Lunch on-the-go
Lunch on-the-go

Apart from one McDonald’s, Chișinău boasts few multinational chains. I’m certainly not against Starbucks, but it was refreshing to visit a capital city where its two-tailed mermaid logo is not adorning every street corner. However, Chișinău boasts its own, down-to-earth alternative; Tucano Coffee. Proudly promoting ‘Love. Peace. Coffee.’, Tucano Coffee offers the convenience of second wave makers, such as Starbucks, but with the craftsmanship of third wave representatives. I visited a couple of its branches in Chișinău and was pleasantly surprised at the knowledge its staff had of their products and appreciated the personal touches (after you’ve ordered, the baristas bring your drink to your table to save you waiting at the counter, for example) offered in their South American-themed shops. 

Tucano Coffee
Tucano Coffee

Moldova impressed with its Western-style eatery chains too. I’ve already mentioned my gorge-fest at La Plăcinte, but I also tasted the dough at its sister chain, Andy’s Pizza. Admittedly, it varied little to that of Pizza Hut or Domino’s Pizza back home, but when you can leave stuffed for just over £3, I certainly wasn’t complaining.

Andy's Pizza
Andy’s Pizza

The other chain I tried was Star Kebab, which opened its first store in Chișinău in 2011. Offering wraps filled with meat or falafel, French fries and all the trimmings, their meal deal comes complete with a glass of neon blue iced tea. When in Rome, eh? It was actually surprisingly thirst-quenching, but I had no idea of its taste or what was in it. I imagined I was going to experience a ‘Sunny Delight’ transformation and wake up the next day looking like a Smurf, but, alas, that did not happen. 

Star Kebab
Star Kebab

Independent eateries 

Steak at Propaganda Café
Steak at Propaganda Café

However, Chișinău really shone for my in the culinary department with its independent offerings. For example, not only did I have one of the succulent steaks since I can remember in Propaganda Café, its décor was a ravishing feast for the eyes. Its antique interior feels like you’ve stepped in to a Victorian dollhouse and there is something interesting to look at in every nook and cranny, from vintage television sets to contemporary artworks.

Propaganda Café
Propaganda Café

Even the toilets were a treasure trove and, after relieving myself, I spent a good few minutes flicking through the old novels on display – after washing my hands, naturally – and admiring, randomly, a hot water bottle hung on the wall.

Toilet in Propaganda Café
Toilet in Propaganda Café

Also close to the centre of Chișinău, Vatra Neamului felt like it belonged to an even older era than that of Propaganda Café, complete with themed rooms boasting imaginative names such as Aristocrat Hall, Sala Antica and Sala Regala.

I was seated in an area that felt more like a cellar than a restaurant, but it all added to the charm as I made my way through the humongous menu. Giving up several pages in, I asked my waiter for recommendations and soon enjoyed stewed pork served with a generous portion of mămăligă, a cornmeal polenta-like staple.

My waiter was certainly very well-informed about the wines on offer and this was something that resonated throughout my stay in Chișinău; the Moldovans clearly know their wine. In a country where grapes have been cultivated since 2800 BC, the knowledge on offer should come as no surprise. Every restaurant or bar I visited, there was an extensive wine list and the locals were eager to assist in choosing what red I should partner with my meal or finish my evening with.

It was therefore only apt that I spent my last day in Moldova fully getting to grips with its well-established wine industry. Thanks to the fantastic Moldovan tour operator TatraBis, I was able to arrange for a driver to take me half an hour south of the capital to Mileștii Mici, which boasts the world’s largest wine collection.

Paradise of wine

Arriving at the entrance, which felt more like a border crossing, a cheery guide jumped in the car and we promptly drove through a giant limestone tunnel to slowly descend 85 metres underground into what I can only describe as a ‘wine city’. I’d visited cellars before, but never one where it was so large, I had to traverse it in a hatchback and one that it had its own street names.

As we whizzed past countless oak barrels filled with reds, whites and dessert varieties, the guide informed me that this underground kingdom keeps the wines at a constant temperature (12 -14°C) and a relative humidity of 85 to 95 per cent to best preserve and mature them. In total, the cellars stretch for around 200km, which made my head spin before I’d even tasted a drop.

After seeing more butts than you can shake a stick at, we parked and walked to see Mileștii Mici’s collection of over two million bottles, which houses the winery’s Golden Collection, along with stashes belonging to private wine collectors. I was even given a glimpse into secret room, where, during Mikhail Gorbachev’s period of partial prohibition in the Soviet era, wine bottles were hidden away from the Russians.

Mileștii Mici's Golden Collection
Mileștii Mici’s Golden Collection

The tour was a whirlwind, where my guide offered fact after fact after fact with supersonic delivery – presumably to get me to the tasting session even quicker. It was not quite 10am and I was already sipping a full-bodied red. I was clearly following in the footsteps of Hollywood royalty too, as the faded photographs of Steven Seagal and his wife visiting around me in the tasting room showcased.

Wine tasting at Mileștii Mici
Wine tasting at Mileștii Mici
Steven Seagal and his wife visiting Mileștii Mici
Steven Seagal and his wife visiting Mileștii Mici

After trying a few more sips – OK, glasses – and grabbing a few more bottles for home from the giftshop, I was being whisked back to Chișinău by my designated driver, as I sat swaying tipsily in the back.

Leaving Moldova

Hours later, and having had several coffees to wash away the morning’s alcohol intake, I was en route to Chișinău International Airport. I was genuinely sad to be leaving Moldova; a county that had quietly charmed me during my time there.

Not only was the visit easy on my wallet, I felt that I had truly experienced an Eastern European country that has yet to be spoilt by mass tourism, but yet offered all what you expect from somewhere more developed – as long as you are prepared to root places out yourself.

At the airport check-in I pulled a sad face at the lady behind the desk and said, ‘I don’t want to go home’. She wasn’t convinced and winced back at me as if to say ‘have you actually visited my country?’ However, when I said that I was gutted I wouldn’t be able to enjoy ‘plăcinte’ for a while, she knew I wasn’t taking the piss and smiled sweetly back at me. ‘You’ll just have to come back again soon’. I think I will.

Stocking up on Bucaria chocolates, a bottle of Nucul de Aur (be careful – that stuff is lethal) and more wine, I boarded my Whizz Air flight, which departed, this time, on time.

Yo! Tokyo

Bizarre and dignified in equal proportions, Tokyo is an endless city that never fails to surprise at every corner.

Nothing can prepare you for Tokyo. From the moment you step off the plane, you enter a colourful and ultramodern world full of bizarre gadgets and cute cartoonish mascots, but one that is steeped in tradition and precision.

Everything you’ve read about Tokyo is true; from the ultrarealistic plastic models of food outside restaurants enticing in diners, to the futuristic toilets that play sound effects to hide your bodily functions. It’s a bonkers city, but one that’s easy to fall in love with.

Plastic display food for sale on Kappabashi-dori
Plastic display food for sale on Kappabashi-dori

As the world’s most populous metropolitan area, you’ll be sharing your stay with nearly 40 million other people, but Tokyoites are some of the kindest and most helpful people you will ever meet.

Tokyo skyline as seen from Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building
Tokyo skyline as seen from Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building

Plus, hiding among the skyscrapers and neon are stunning temples and teahouses that offer little pockets of calm for you to recharge your batteries before you venture out once more into the sprawling metropolis.

Where to Stay

Space is a premium in Tokyo, so finding somewhere large enough to swing a lucky cat in can be difficult, but, wherever you choose to stay you can be guaranteed a healthy dose of ‘omotenashi’ – the Japanese spirit of hospitality. No request is too small in Japanese hotels and little in-room touches like pyjamas, slippers and tea sets compensate and make for memorable stays.

Hotel Gracery Shinjuku

Mere metres away from Tokyo nightspot Golden Gai, Hotel Gracery Shinjuku dazzles with scenic views of the city and facilities that combine the best of what both the East and the West have to offer.

Self check-in machines make your arrival a breeze and rooms are more spacious here than what is the norm elsewhere in Tokyo, complete with all the features you’d expect from a high-end hotel.

If all the noodles and rice are getting a bit too much for you, Hotel Gracery offers home baked pizzas in its Bonsalute Kabuki restaurant, or, after a busy day sightseeing, you can relax over a coffee and a sweet treat at Café Terrace Bonjour.

The hotel is overlooked by a life-size Godzilla statue on its eighth floor (this is Japan, after all), so you can sleep soundly knowing that the world’s most famous giant reptile has your back.

Hotel Gracery
Hotel Gracery

We also loved

Anshin Oyado

Make sure you spend at least one night in one of Tokyo’s space-saving capsule hotels. You might feel like you’re sleeping in a space no bigger than a washing machine drum, but they are comfortable and contain everything you need for a good night’s rest. The Anshin Oyado chain is a bit more luxurious than most and all its three properties in Tokyo are a two minute walk to the nearest station.

Sawanoya Ryokan

Charming suburb Yanaka has plenty of ryokans – traditional Japanese inns – and for those who are not too keen on the idea of communal bathing, Swanoya Ryokan offers private baths.

Shibuya Grandbell Hotel

A stunning boutique hotel with stylish, artistic touches in each room and a great breakfast.

Places to Eat

Tokyo is the ultimate foodie paradise, with cuisine to suit every palate and budget, from the truly weird (grilled salamander or pig testicles , anyone?) to comfort staples such as Japanese curry rice, ramen (noodle soup) and, of course, sushi. We were in Tokyo for five days and barely scratched the surface of what the metropolis has to offer, but found that from street eats to Michelin-starred restaurants, the quality of the food was always excellent.

Ganko Dako

Served from a glorified shed, this street stall might not look like much, but its delicious tako-yaki (grilled octopus dumplings) are worth making the trek into Meguro. Bizarrely, it’s located directly opposite the Meguro Parasitological Museum, which is worth a visit, if only to have another quirky story to tell when you get back home.

Meguro Parasitological Museum
Meguro Parasitological Museum, opposite Ganko Dako


After splashing the cash in the Roppongi Hills shopping and entertainment complex, stop in for a bite to eat in this Edo-style izakaya (Japanese gastropub). The sushi and tempura are fantastic and don’t worry if you get a sense of déjà vu here – Gonpachi inspired the setting for the bloody fight sequence between Uma Thurman’s The Bride and The Crazy 88’s in Quentin Tarantino’s ‘Kill Bill’.



It’s a fact that wherever you try sushi in Tokyo, it will taste a hundred times better than what we eat in the UK. However, for a truly memorable experience, head to Kyubey, where your sushi will be made – and served – piece by piece.

Little Mermaid

Tokyo have adopted French-style bakeries and given them a Japanese twist, with breads shaped like cartoon characters and savoury doughnuts filled with curry sauce. The Little Mermaid branch inside Osaki railway station offers over 80 varieties of freshly baked goodies and makes for a great lunch stop.


Tonkatsu (crumbed port cutlet) doesn’t come much better than at Maisen in Harajuku, served with mountains of shredded cabbage and sticky rice in a former World War II public bathhouse.

Robot Restaurant

In fairness, you don’t really come to this Shinjuku institution for the food; the star attractions here are the bikini-clad dancers and cavalcade of dancing robots that seemingly transport you into a real life Daft Punk video. No words can truly describe a night of camp cabaret at the Robot Restaurant.

Robot Restaurant
Robot Restaurant

What to Do

Experience Tokyo at its bombastic best by joining the throngs of people crossing Shibuya Crossing, one of the world’s busiest intersections, as neon signs and giant video screens blare out around you. Don’t forget to stop in one of the area’s purikuras, photo booths that airbrush away your blemishes and make you look like an anime version of yourself.

The Japanese national pastime is clearly shopping and there’s nowhere better to flex your credit cards than in Harajuku. Global designer brands line Omotesando, Tokyo’s Champs-Élysées, while the latest teen fashions can be found along eccentric Takeshita Street. Failing that, most areas of Tokyo have at least one Bullring-sized shopping centre for you to spend your yen in.

Takeshita Street, Harajuku
Takeshita Street, Harajuku

Let out your inner ‘otaku’ (geek) in Akihabara, Tokyo’s epicentre of all things anime and manga. Here you can experience the cosplay delights of a maid café or take in an AKB48 concert – imagine the Spice Girls, but with 130 rotating members who perform daily for cheering fans.

Reconnect with your spiritual side at Senso-ji, a lively Buddhist temple filled with the smells of incense and paper fortunes. Ensure you make time to visit one of Tokyo’s charming public gardens too. Hamarikyu Gardens was our favourite and after a relaxing stroll, we enjoyed a cup of powdered matcha green tea and all its antioxidant goodness in its traditional teahouse.

Hamarikyu Gardens
Hamarikyu Gardens

For a greater appreciation of Japan’s history, head to Tokyo National Museum in Ueno Park and explore a seemingly endless collection of samurai swords, woodblock prints and beautiful kimonos.

Getting around is a breeze and Tokyo’s public transport system is a masterclass in efficiency. The Yamanote Line circles the city like the Birmingham number 11 bus route on rails. Along with the Chuo Line that cuts through the centre of Tokyo, all the major tourist sites are easily accessible by rail, with trains arriving and departing every couple of minutes.

Yamanote Line train
Yamanote Line train

Travel Facts and Tips

  • Tokyo is a great city to visit at any time of the year, but if you want to experience Japan’s cherry blossom, book your visit for March or April.
  • Direct flights from London to Tokyo take 11 hours, 30 minutes, but Air France, Emirates, KLM, Lufthansa, Qatar Airways, Turkish Airlines and Swiss all offer great connections from Birmingham Airport via their hubs, for example.
  • Tokyo is gearing up to host the Olympic Games in 2020.
  • In 2015, The Economist named Tokyo as the world’s safest city.
  • Looking for a quirky gift to bring back home? The Japanese love their KitKats but offer a bizarre range of flavours including green tea, wasabi and sake.
  • Bring a small notebook with you. Most tourist attractions have a stamp at their exit and it gets strangely addictive trying to collect as many as you can as you go from place to place.
  • Public displays of affection are a taboo in Japanese culture, so save anything more than holding hands for your hotel room.
Tokyo skyline, with Mount Fuji in the background, as seen from Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building

This blog post originally appeared in ‘Style Birmingham’ Issue 52.