The slow art of missing your train in Lisbon
The 28 tram was pulling away as I reached the stop. For once, I let it go — and the afternoon got better for it.
The 28 tram was pulling away as I reached the stop. For once, I let it go — and the afternoon got better for it.
Locals have a name for the fog that pours over the hills most afternoons — Karl — and planning around him is the first thing you learn here.
Every city has unwritten rules. London's are mostly about queuing, apologising, and — above all — which side of the escalator you stand on.
Travelers love to call Parisians rude. Usually they just skipped a word the whole city runs on.
In Istanbul the morning commute can take you from Europe to Asia and back — by ferry, under circling gulls, for the price of a bus ticket.
You can plan a day in Cape Town however you like, but Table Mountain and the wind that wraps it get the final say.
Bali has spent decades offering itself to the world — surfers, honeymooners, yogis, laptop nomads — and remains stubbornly, deeply itself.
Sydney lives outdoors — harbour, beaches, endless sun. The catch is that the sun here is genuinely dangerous.
Rio happens outdoors — on the sand, in the water, along the promenade. Which is exactly why you should leave most of your valuables behind.