On March 1st, 2019, I was flying from Nice to Riga, and saw the following out of my window

Ah, Genoa, the city of my childhood. It’s always nice to visit you

A bricky side-street: Attractive stones: Elaborately decorated gates

Wayfinding in the airport: A foldable table in a train

When boarding a plane, one smells burning fuel, a smell unmatched by any other

Week 21 ←→ Week 23

When something seems like a solution to a problem, look beyond