You’re just like crosstown traffic
On the busy streets of Ulaanbaatar.
On the busy streets of Ulaanbaatar.
Few things have inspired me like Charles Marville’s photographs of Paris. And so when I woke up this morning, after a surprise daylong layover in the city, and saw this balloon floating beyond the Ecole Militaire, I thought of Marville’s amazing archive of a city in flux.
Aiming south from 18 floors above Bloor St West, the buildings of Toronto’s financial district are still quite active after midnight.
The internal debate over the precise details of my Athens itinerary continues right through the airplane’s descent into the city. Stay a night, see the sights then move over the horizon to the islands? Or pack in a days’ worth of photography and hyperaggrivation and take an overnight ferry to gyros paradise?
Going drinking last night was a wonderful reacquaintance with city life. Shops, bars, public transit, streetlights — the sweet signs of a major metropolitan area. And a break from hostelling, staying at Helen’s house in Wellington, was a perfect respite.