Translated literally, the first part of the club’s name, RasenBallsport, means ‘lawn ball sport’. It’s frequently shortened to RB. Two familiar looking charging, red-coloured beasts adorn the Leipzig club badge. The club’s nickname is Die Roten Bullen, which translates to ‘The Red Bulls’. The team plays home games at the 42,558-capacity Red Bull Arena. Grab yourself an energy drink and take a moment if you haven’t already guessed which company has, effectively, controlled the club since 2009.
The museum’s strapline is Kunst, Kultur und Kitsch meaning 'art, culture and kitsch'...the SchweineMuseum has exhibits which appeal to adults and others that kids will love. It’s a quirky, fun place to visit and well worth a look next time you’re in Stuttgart.
“If you produce a lot of white wine you also have to drink it. That’s why Mariborians are happy,” jokes Tomaž, my guide during a walking tour of Maribor. The city is set within the Štajerska Slovenia wine region and a vast wine cellar is hidden below streets in its centre.
Every three years a number of the world’s leading young classical music conductors travel to the German city of Bamberg. Last month, from 7 to 14 June, the fourth International Gustav Mahler Conducting Competition was held.
I think that the Netherlands does museums incredibly well. It’s fair to say that the country has several world-class art museums. Amsterdam’s Rijksmuseum, Van Gogh Museum and the Mauritshuis in The Hague all fall within that category.
For first time visitors to Finland, Tampere may not be the obvious choice of destination, but the country's largest inland city is a pleasant starting point if you want to gain an insight to the cultural soul of this Nordic nation.
I witnessed a remarkable event in Fatima, Portugal, on 13 May 2011. People standing close to me described what they saw as a miracle.
Bowes, in Upper Teesdale, has a surprisingly rich history for a quiet English village. One of Bowes' claims to fame is that it provided author Charles Dickens with inspiration for aspects of his novel Nicholas Nickleby.
Bleached coral crunches under the soles of my sliders as I step along the beach on Huraa Island. Tiny pieces tinkle like glass breaking as I move towards the shoreline. The finger-long chunks of coral look like a cross between pitted, sun-dried bones and white-painted tree branches.
A red-topped flyer caught my eye in the Visit Scotland tourist information centre (3 Princes Street) in the Scottish capital. ‘VISIT SCOTLAND’S BEST ATTRACTION’ urged the flyer in white capital letters on a red background. A stylised picture of the royal yacht looking much like a liner on an advertising poster from the 1920s.