St Ives is, probably, one of the most iconic towns in Cornwall. Needless to say, it is pretty, picturesque and utterly charming. The shops are enticing and I could have spent hours just window-shopping or shop-hopping but I preferred to wander around in the winding back streets. After all, those are the best places to take some wonderful pictures. And to discover fragments of a place’s character.
There is nothing grandiose about St Ives. It’s made up of cottages, more cottages and cobble-stoned streets surrounding a harbor that, when the tide is out, is littered with stranded boats and restless gulls.
But it has an innate Cornish charm – a certain cheeky sauciness that is, well, inherently British. I loved its upbeat feel, despite the grey and drizzling sky. And when the sun came out, that was just an added bonus. A little something extra to show-off its true colours.
And colourful it certainly is. St Ives is a medley of whitewashed walls and old, old bricks; vibrant hues and pastel shades; a haven for artists and a mecca for tourists;
traditional and trendy; sunshine and rain. It had a bit of everything that I love and it now forever holds a piece of my heart.
St Ives, Cornwall