My ideal holiday, is a city trip: strolling down quiet lanes and stumbling upon busy streets, or meandering between the locals, looking for a small market selling food that makes your mouth water. Letting my feet rest at a corner café, where I can admire the combination of business women and lost tourists.
The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast, you miss all you are traveling forLouis L’Amour
Come and join me on my journey through cities where the map looks as if made with a ruler, or that organically grew around a market square; where your neck hurts from looking at all the nice buildings, or you need binoculars to check out all the many city districts from the different waypoints dotted around town.
Too often… I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seenLouis L’Amour