Walking the old town at dawn
The streets are quietest just before the bakeries open. I like to walk without a destination, letting the smell of warm bread decide the route for me.
Small essays on books, coffee and slow travel.
The streets are quietest just before the bakeries open. I like to walk without a destination, letting the smell of warm bread decide the route for me.
A good book changes with the reader. The margins of my second reading are full of arguments with my first.