There is always something missing, and yet, there is always something surplus to what one sees on streets. Shadowy corners cut with a solar knife, people mesmerized and spoiled ...
Walking the narrow streets of the Medina, I feel like Ulysses negotiating his way between Scylla and Charybdis, as the chaotic traffic keeps me on my toes. The air in the city f...
The narrow streets and alleys of the historic Medina make for a very intricate and, for many, very confusing geography of the place. Even if a map would exist, one would get los...
Morocco, at the end of summer, is indeed a nice place to visit. No oppressive heat, not too many tourists; I was told that the high season for tourists starts mid-September or s...
It is still hot on the streets, but it’s far less stifling than it was a couple of hours ago. The oven which is Bucharest slowly cools down, and the thronged streets shows this ...
It’s a quiet early afternoon in Balchik, a Bulgarian small town on the coast of the Black Sea. I’ve been staying here for the last 4 or 5 days and to be honest, I found it to be...
The weather began to turn, when I passed through the village of Poiana in Suceava county. What was a sunny day just 10 minutes before, became cloudy and dark very fast; what was...
Ubi bene Ibi patria. This old Latin saying is stating a truth, universally known, applicable in ancient and modern times alike: wherever you find a better life, that’s where you...