Weekend in Edirne
I’d been disappointed that my dad wouldn’t be able to visit me, but with one week’s notice, he told me that he’d found a way. He’d...
I’d been disappointed that my dad wouldn’t be able to visit me, but with one week’s notice, he told me that he’d found a way. He’d...
“It is getting toward dinner time and people are straggling back to their rooms with that weary, dejected air which comes from earning a living honestly.” Henry...
Then there are the dogs, mentioned by every Western traveler to pass through Istanbul during the nineteenth century, from Lamartine and Gerard de Nerval to Mark...
Just about a year ago, I went camping a few weeks before I departed for my three month stint of traveling through the Balkans. I remember that weekend really gi...
I spent about ten days recently in Pristina, Kosovo, visiting one friend and making a few new ones. My first acquaintance was a stray puppy hanging out by the d...
Last year, on the summer solstice, my parents flew home from Istanbul. On the day of the year with the most light. It had been a good trip for them. They were o...
Sitting on a park bench in the shade near Tunel, in Istanbul, finishing Pamuk’s Museum of Innocence and visiting the site where it is still being finished...
I’ve been thinking for a while about the age of facebook. The world of status updates, relationship statuses, of tagging photos, and the world of “bar pho...
On my recent holiday I spent a few days in Sarajevo, and stopped by to watch the games of chess, which had given me the inspiration for the title of this blog. ...
I wouldn’t say I’m a fashionable person. I don’t really follow fashion at all. I don’t keep up on trends or what’s in or out of st...