Spend a weekend in Lisbon. You don’t regret it.

Et voila; the tangled thoughts and eras through which I lived this year, and the gorgeous pages that so supportively accompanied me each step of the way.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year - or so they say, until you throw in sub-Arctic temperatures, busy season at work and this Nice Jewish Girl’s internal debate about just how far she can take the Christmas festivities this year.

A plate of plastic oysters, a pile of painted ramen, a slice of synthetic cake and a tray of waxy sushi. Delicious? Or bizarre?

Armed with my Tate membership card in one hand and an overpriced latte in the other, I took myself on a little solo date to the new Zanele Muholi photography exhibition at the Tate Modern on the Southbank.

Marking a significant day for the Jewish community.

The Barbie exhibit in one word? Pink.

The beaches of the Greek island of Rhodes, the coast of France and the coffee shops of Nice accompanied my summer this year. Oh, as did some books.

Because it’s the thing in my life that is entirely my own.

A review of Soho’s Bubala.

Two generations of girls.

A different take on Jean-Paul Sartre.

C S Lewis, who wrote the childhood classic I loved, The Chronicles Of Narnia, once wrote, ‘You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.’

Review of Oscar-nominated film Poor Things starring Emma Stone.

Thoughts on feminism, sexuality and Sofia Coppola’s Priscilla.

What is the point of art?

Our own version of Eat, Pray, Love.

Our Editor-in-Chief reflects on leaving Morocco.

A whistle-stop tour of the best the Red City has to offer.