I return to Paris as often as I can, for as long as I can, and I don’t know when this will ever change. I hope the only way it changes is that my time in Paris becomes longer or my returns are more frequent. This time around, I had a decidedly local experience because I… Continue reading Paris, again.
Category: This is: a place I love
This is: Bangkok
It's the place I have called home for nearly three years. It's still home to some of my closest friends and a stronger version of me. It's where I finally grew up. It is strong smells, loud noises, broken sidewalks, crowded trains, cockroaches big enough to carry you away, rats that will challenge you to… Continue reading This is: Bangkok
This is: Georgetown
It's slow and quiet mornings, a generous sunrise in unassuming places while the smell of the world's breakfasts fills the streets. It's diversity of language, food, religion, and culture all living harmoniously with each other, with so much religion on every corner without the usual threat of fear or competition. It is multicolored shop houses… Continue reading This is: Georgetown
This is: Hoi An
It's the only part of Vietnam I've ever seen, which is something I hope to change soon. It's slow bike rides, colorful lanterns, beautiful old houses with yellow walls, a lazy river that encourages a certain slowness in ones movement. It's quiet and curious, friendly, graceful, ancient and modern all at once. It's a beautiful… Continue reading This is: Hoi An
This is: Paris
It is long walks to nowhere and everywhere, losing your way halfway through, finding something you never imagined you'd see by the end, losing sight of your limitations when you come face to face with the same streets where your heroes once walked. It is losing touch with your past and finding what you lost… Continue reading This is: Paris
This is: Bali
It is quiet and slow, a place where I can't imagine going "to the office." It's alienating in that everyone else seems to be more spiritually enlightened than you'll ever be. It is also full of color. The greenest greens and the bluest blues, bright flowers growing out of nothing and everything, forests and hipster… Continue reading This is: Bali
C'est Lidi 