Tag Archives: City

Stockholm

The clicking of my camera accompanies my walk down a copper-coloured alleyway with a glass-blowing merchant on my right and a green shuttered townhouse on my left.

The street is cobbled, but no rumblings can be heard, as no cars would dare venture down these narrow side streets. They remain confined away from the central pedestrian areas of Gamla Stan, an island that makes up much of the city’s old town that could be mistaken for somewhere in France, Italy or Austria. Renaissance meets medieval meets old sandstone architecture in varying shares of red, orange, yellow, and the sun shines in burnt tones onto the walls. I am surrounded by four—and five-story blocks making up a labyrinth of alleys and wider people-filled streets with postcard stands and cafe chairs spilling onto the cobbles.

The Art of Noticing

There is a sticker on a lamppost that reads “get lost”. The lamppost hasn’t been cleaned in a number of years so the sticker calls out to those who view it, as a blinding yellow circle. I listen.

There is a bench dedicated to a woman from her husband after her death five years ago and I sit there and wonder what she looked like when she was alive and if she would have liked to have a bench dedicated to her. Maybe she would have hated it. Maybe she wanted a plaque on a birch tree instead.

Bergen

It rained.
It rained the whole time.
But the smell of rain made it worthwhile.
After possibly the most beautiful train ride in the world, I stepped off the train into the deluge outside, in search of my hotel.
In Bergen, Norway.
The city is located on the west coast of Norway’s Bergenshalvøyen peninsula and with it being surrounded by mountains it felt very much like another world compared to the fairly urban centre of Oslo I had just come from.

Copenhagen

So here I was. Copenhagen. A city I had dreamed of visiting ever since my mum had told me stories of the architecture and the danish way of life and Hygge. I was finally here as my third stop on my month long Interrail trip.

With my monstrously heavy rucksack in tow, and stepping off the train I had last boarded five hours ago in Hamburg, the towering wooden ceiling of the antique Central station with its chandeliers reminded me more of a cathedral than a station. The air outside was warm and filled with the smells of cars and hot dogs from the steaming stands near the bike racks filled to the brim. This was the city of cyclists after all. Cycle lanes were bigger than most road lanes.

Edinburgh

Dimly narrow passages lead to cobbled yards; large green squares encased by great glass restaurant frontages; quaint shops adjoined by speciality coffee shops bustling with students and beach goers watching swimsuit clad individuals run into the freezing North Sea, make Edinburgh what it is.

A city.

But is it really?

Agra

“Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart.” – Ancient Indian proverb There are few Indian cities that boast the delights that Agra seems to have been bestowed with over the centuries. With its forts, endlessly interesting ancient ruins and one of the seven great wonders of the world, withinContinue reading “Agra”

Santa Cruz

I could never, in a hundred summers, get tired of this. – susan branch This seaside city is one I will forever endeavour to return to. It’s essence is something that cannot be found anywhere else, which makes it one of the most memorable places I’ve had the privilege of passing through. From the famousContinue reading “Santa Cruz”

Jaipur

In a few words or less, Jaipur is unlike any city on the planet. From the reddish hues of the buildings to the bustle of over 3.1 million inhabitants moving every which way, dodging roadside fruit-sellers and cows alike, this place is one that is easy to lose yourself within. On the first leg ofContinue reading “Jaipur”