On every city trip? It’s quite a statement, I know. No two cities are alike. But while I might be telling you to eat pizza in Naples, or squid in Thessaloniki – and order neither in, say, Tbilisi – there are a few things you should always do in order to get the most out of your visit, no matter what
There I go, my suitcase trailing behind me. The bus just stopped on the empty corner of a big square in the center of Istanbul, and as everyone else got off I thought it best to follow suit. I have no idea where to go, so I decide to move in the general direction of where the crowd seems to be. As usual, I’m ill-prepared.
You read that right, this hearty dinner incorporates apples and banana – and it’s amazing. It’s a meal I grew up on, the recipe for which has been passed on to my mom from my grandmother. She was always cooking and reading cookbooks and magazines for inspiration, and I’m pretty certain she got this recipe out of one of the ladies’ magazines she subscribed to sometime in the seventies.
‘They have never been in a bookstore before. They have no clue how to find a book here, and wouldn’t think to have a look around. They simply come to the counter with the title they need, and expect us to get it for them.’ She sighs defeated as she says it.
It’s Monday, the weather is blah, and we need a little pick-me-up. Well, these crazy must-have socks are exactly what the doctor prescribes!
The hint of red that the sun brings out in my hair, I get from her. Although I have never known her to be anything but a silvery-white, she’d tell stories of how the other kids teased her with her bright red hair. She despised it, but I loved it – love it still.
I recently happened upon work by Finnish photographer Mikko Lagerstedt, and I am absolutely in awe. His photographs are entire worlds upon themselves, in which magic exists and where there’s often something – a slight sense of unease – that gives you goosebumps.
‘No Sarah, only boys. Yes? Only boys.’ It was late in the evening, and together with Max and my brother in law I found myself at the kitchen table of a local family in a tiny village in the heart of the Bulgarian countryside. We were sitting on their beds, at the dinner table in front of the kitchen stove. Which were all in