Travel, for me, is less about the destination than about the particular quality of attention it forces on you. When everything is unfamiliar, you notice everything.

I am not a travel blogger in any conventional sense — no packing lists, no hotel comparisons, no top-ten listicles. What I write instead are accounts of places as I actually experienced them: the meal that was better than it had any right to be, the neighbourhood that did not appear in any guide, the conversation that shifted something in how I see the world.

These posts are organised loosely by destination. I hope they read less like itineraries and more like letters from somewhere worth going.