A Reminiscence of Annecy

I was wearing shorts and sandals, and a big sheet of plastic. I looked massively ridiculous and I did not care.


A Reminiscence of Helsinki

Each night I would pore over guide books, plotting routes all over the city, hoping to pluck up the courage to make my way in to any one of the eateries that I aspired to get in to. There was no barrier but my own insecurity.