Rivers of stone, rivers of time; Avignon, the ancient French city on the banks of the Rhone River, sits at the confluence of both. The city, the largest in the southern department of Vaucluse, is best known for the Pont Saint-Bénézet—that famous broken bridge sung about by millions of francophone tots.
The view from the uppermost gondola of the Flyer—Singapore’s answer to the London Eye—is of an improbable future-forward cityscape. Prominent features include the glass domes of Gardens by the Bay; the spanking new high-rises in fantastical shapes and sizes; and Crystal Cruises’ Crystal Symphony cruise ship, majestically lolling in Marina Bay.
Blue. The colour suggests vacation: bright, sunny blue skies and rippling blue waters. There are endless hues within the blue spectrum—baby, electric, midnight—yet the purest of all blues is crystal. Likewise, there are endless cruise lines, but for the most genuine and luxurious experience, the one that tops the list is Crystal.
I’m standing on the deck of the River Gambler on a seductive summer evening in Toronto, here to observe what is being billed as the first ever Cougar Cruise—a five-hour tour with the ostensible policy reason of matching up “cougars” (older women) with their “prey” (younger men). The Love Boat, it isn’t. The air is thick with Chanel No. 5 as groups of …