Italy is a strange country. In more ways than one it towers over its peers. The food is world renowned, its cultural heritage spans millennia and has a broader reach…

My mother studied art history, a handful of years before I was born, a period I struggle to imagine. During the lectures she discovered notebooks full of beauty from the…

Ik verken het reguliere stratenplan van Madrid, gelegd na de reizen van Columbus  naar het metrum van de koloniserende Romeinen, dat wil zeggen, recht op recht, een mooi ruitenrooster, want…

As is said among the Georgians, on the seventh day, the day of rest, after God had created all the animals, the land they populate, its mountains and river valleys,…

Ik schrijf deze zin en Maui staat in brand, door mijn hoofd stromen beelden van New York in smog, enkele weken geleden, en het nieuws dat we overschakelen op Global…

The quaint town of Luxemburg rests upon rocky bends of the Semois and the Alzette, a point since time immemorial easily defensible against marauding bands of Germans or French. The…

At the end of three weeks in Rajasthan, my mother and I arrived at Delhi’s enormous airport, both of us exhausted by the continuous heat and humidity. We had planned…

India hardly is a country. With a population close to double the European landmass, with more languages and ethnicities too. Only under the British did it fall under one government…

Ik wandel onder de zon van Caïro, het is middag, 45 graden, te heet om te lunchen, om te bestaan eigenlijk, en elke kleine moeite doet je hart sneller slaan….

Of course I could describe to you the gothic towns of Transylvania, with their fortified churches against roaming armies and castles on mountaintops, hidden in safety to guard crucial passages…