Lisbon, After Two in the Morning
Alfama, Lisbon · 2 min read
When the last tram goes quiet, the city stops performing. Notes from three nights of walking with no destination and no map.
A travel journal · Est. on a night train
Slow travel, side streets, and the honest version of a trip — the bad coffee as well as the good mornings. No bucket lists. No “hidden gems.”
Alfama, Lisbon · 2 min read
When the last tram goes quiet, the city stops performing. Notes from three nights of walking with no destination and no map.
Somewhere between Ljubljana and Zagreb · 2 min read
No sunrise-yoga epiphanies. Just the small, unglamorous habits that keep a solo trip from turning into a lonely one — learned the slow way.
Tusheti, Georgia · 2 min read
Five days in Tusheti, where the road closes for half the year and the loudest thing at night is your own pulse. On silence, and what it asks of you.
Fes el-Bali, Morocco · 1 min read
A photo journal from a seven-in-the-morning café in the Fes medina: one glass of mint tea, a doorway full of oranges, and twenty minutes of watching the day arrive.
“I’d rather get lost down one good back alley than see ten famous squares.”About the person behind the notebook