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In Spain, the street is not a place you pass through on the way to somewhere else. It is the destination. What makes this work is not any single space or habit but the way three distinct things — the paseo, the rambla, and the tasca — dissolve into each other by evening.
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I have stood inside Notre-Dame three times, and each time it has been a different building. The first time I stood inside the cathedral was…
The places most people only read about turn out to be exactly what they promised — and also something else entirely. Notre-Dame in Paris, the…
São Miguel arrived after Pico, which meant arriving after something — after the volcanic desolation of Faial's ash fields, after Jeff's quiet reckoning with his…
Pico was the reason we went to the Azores. Our friend Jeff had grown up with stories of the volcanic island his great-grandfather had left…
I had imagined the Azores as something like Hawaii — tropical, volcanic, Portuguese. I was wrong about the first part. We had come from Lisbon,…
Continue reading → Faial: From Green to Ash at the Edge of the Atlantic
On our first evening on the houseboat, we settled onto the small deck nestled into the side of the Dutch barge with a drink as…
Continue reading → The Netherlands: Water, Tolerance, and the City That Shouldn’t Exist
Brussels was cleaner than we remembered — the soot that had darkened Sainte-Catherine on our first visit was gone, the church bright now where it had been dull. A single night in the capital, this time without day trips or rail connections outward. The city concentrated itself accordingly.
Buenos Aires doesn't ease you in. It absorbs you, neighborhood by neighborhood, until one morning you realize you've stopped looking at a map. We arrived…