Tag: gentle travel
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There’s a particular kind of embarrassment that comes with living somewhere beautiful and taking it entirely for granted. I’ve walked past the Semois river more times than I can count without really stopping. I’ve driven through Ny in summer — past all those overflowing flower boxes, geraniums tumbling out of every window — and thought…
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City trips often begin with good intentions. The thought of a few days away. A change of scenery. The pleasure of walking streets that aren’t your own. And yet, somewhere between booking the train, packing the car, and arriving at the hotel, the trip can quietly turn into a plan — a list of places,…
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It’s early July, and I see them everywhere right now — packed cars speeding down the highway, bikes strapped to the back, caravans in tow, roof boxes bulging at the seams, kids in the back seat glued to a screen or squabbling over something that started three hours ago. Everyone’s headed south, and the urgency…