City of fog, city of water, city of bridges, city of masks. La Serenissima. City of picture-perfect could-be murder scenes around every corner. The most serene one. Venice. An ode. I didn’t sleep much on the train. Depending on how much of a romantic you are it was because of my sheer excitement, or our … Continue reading An Ode To Venice
Two Mondays ago I hopped on a train and then a few more, passed lakes, rivers, country borders, the Alps, and eventually arrived by the sea. A backpack, suitcase, tripod and straw hat in tow. A vague plan of what I wanted to see and do. But nothing set in stone. And with nowhere to … Continue reading A Week To Myself: Adventures In Trieste And Ljubljana
I've been to Berlin three times. Two of those times were day trips. One of them started on a night train from Strasbourg. This is a visual memory of that trip. I got soaking wet in the rain, roamed the city when no one else was around (feeling like a metropolis belongs to you is … Continue reading Postcards From Berlin
By now, it's already been over a year since my trip to Ljubljana. My memory has gotten blurry. But I still want to remember this trip as well as I can. This is not a city guide (although I hope to write a few of those in the future as well), but a story of how I roamed the streets of a new city, and completely fell in love.