Lauterbrunnen is sold to you as a valley of waterfalls and green. You know the photo. Bright grass. Thin white lines of water everywhere. Blue sky that looks like it was polished. The day I arrived it was grey. Not soft romantic grey. Heavy soaked grey. The kind that sits on the mountains and refuses […]
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Porto looked different before seven in the morning. No postcards. No groups following umbrellas. Just a city stretching before it puts its face on. I stepped out into a street that had clearly been repaired but not fully forgiven. Fresh paving stones sat next to old scars. New paint tried to cheer up tired walls. […]