Seoul, South Korea
Dear Seoul, Never Sleeping, Always Kind
Palaces between skyscrapers, markets open late into the night, and a subway so well run it feels like a quiet form of hospitality.
The archive
34 letters so far, to cities and villages, mountains and islands, and to the people who travel between them.
Seoul, South Korea
Palaces between skyscrapers, markets open late into the night, and a subway so well run it feels like a quiet form of hospitality.
Edinburgh, Scotland, United Kingdom
A castle on a volcanic plug, closes that drop away into darkness, and weather that changes three times before lunch.
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Dinner at ten is early. Goodbyes take twenty minutes. You run on conversation, coffee, and a kind of late-night energy that never quite tires.
Marrakech, Morocco
A medina where maps give up, the smoke of grills over Jemaa el-Fnaa at sunset, and riads that open like secrets behind plain doors.
Hanoi, Vietnam
Plastic stools on the pavement, a bowl of pho at 6 a.m., and motorbikes moving like a river. You live your life outdoors and invite everyone to pull up a seat.
Istanbul, Türkiye
A ferry crossing that costs less than a coffee, a tulip-shaped glass of tea, and a city that has been the centre of the world more than once.
Cape Town, South Africa
A flat-topped mountain that wears a tablecloth of cloud, two oceans, and a history that asks to be understood, not just photographed.
Mexico City, Mexico
One of the largest cities in the world, sitting on a drained lake at 2,240 metres. You are loud, generous, full of murals and impossible to summarise in a single trip.
Kyoto, Japan
Fifteen hundred temples, a river with stepping stones shaped like turtles, and a rhythm that rewards anyone willing to stop rushing between them.
Lisbon, Portugal
Seven hills, worn limestone pavements and a yellow tram that groans up the slope like it has opinions. You are not an easy city to walk, and that is part of the point.