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I had six hours in Zurich Airport once and I did not leave the terminal. This was a deliberate choice. Everyone told me to go into the city. It is only twenty minutes on the train. You can see the lake. You would regret it otherwise. I did not go. I stayed in the terminal, […]

Solo travel in your twenties is a story you are collecting. Solo travel in your thirties is something quieter. Harder to explain at dinner parties. Less photogenic. Significantly better. I did not fully understand this until I was sitting in a small restaurant in Lyon, eating alone at a table set for two, and realized […]

Vienna is the only city I have visited where I felt underdressed inside a café. Not a restaurant. Not an opera house. A café. At eleven in the morning. Ordering coffee. The man at the table next to me was wearing a full three-piece suit and reading a physical newspaper with the patience of someone […]

At some point I took a photograph of a plate of pasta and thought: what am I going to do with this. Not in an existential way. Practically. I had two thousand photographs from that trip. The pasta was photograph one thousand and forty-seven. I had never looked at photograph one thousand and forty-six and […]