Time flies when you’re not regularly updating your blog! I can’t believe I’m nearly hitting my one year mark for when I was in China last fall. There’s been a lot of change in my life this year, but as the mercury starts to dwindle into cool autumn nights and the city gets just a little bit sleepier under heavy covers and thick socks, I’ve been reflective. Call it the end-of-year nostalgia, so to speak. I’ve been clearing some space on my hard-drive, finding photos I haven’t gotten around to sorting through. Here are just a dozen from what I call new Shanghai. Random scenes near The Bund– you know, the riverfront walkway you probably saw in 2012’s “Looper” with Bruce Willis and my pseudo-soul make Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Shanghai’s a beautiful city, rich with culture and filled with ex-pats. Definitely on my list of places to revisit some day…
Updates on here haven’t been as frequent as I have been wanting them to be. I guess this is what happens when we take on more work stuff and hobbies, right? In any case,here are a few photos from my visit to Assisi. We were driving around the Umbrian countryside and decided to make the pilgrimage to where St. Francis of Assisi is from. Don’t ask me what compelled me to go there– while I was raised Catholic, I’m not the least bit religious. Somehow, I was still drawn to this hill-top town and I am very glad that we took the couple of hours to explore. Note the photo of the specialty food shop in this slideshow. The people who run it are darling and really go in for the hard sell. It worked though. We left with two bottles of Umbrian wine, two jars of white truffle & artichoke paste, one jar of black truffle salsa, and some really terrific 12 year old balsamic vinegar. If you’ve got the time to add Assisi to your sight-seeing, it’s worth the trip. A lovely, quiet town (despite having a sort of religious theme-park-feeling parking structure and gift shop) with stunning views, beautiful churches, and killer sunsets.
Florence is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It was the birthplace of the Renaissance and its balance of old and new can attract any culture-hound. Whereas Venice captivated us with its magic, Florence won our hearts by hitting close to home. Among the stunning old churches and cobblestone streets, there was an air of urban familiarity that lingered; shiny new stores and chic designers in harmony alongside family-owned trattorie.
Staying in a grand old world (but renovated) hotel overlooking the Arno River, we were able to experience a touch of Florentine glamour. A short walk took us to Santa Croce, the Duomo, and the famous Piazza della Signora. A few minutes in one direction landed us back by the river and onto the Ponte Vecchio where we admired vintage jewelry and fine Italian gold. Since shopping for precious gems wasn’t much our taste, we made our way over to San Lorenzo where we bargained hard for Italian leather goods like boots and belts; even a pair of black rubber rain boots when the rain really started to come down; my feet soaking in my black ballet flats.
The historic core was incredibly easy to navigate on foot sans a map and filled with a sense of adventure. Wander around, be mindful of where you’ve been, and it’s impossible to get lost. Just don’t forget to stop every few feet for some gelato– in Florence, gelato is just another form of art. Transcribed from notes on the backside of an Italian take-out menu, October 2012.
It cannot be denied that there is something magical about Venice; a city surrounded by water, covered in cobblestone, and rich in history and culture. From the many churches to the famous opera houses, there is something so romantic about Venice that has historically drawn people to its charm. Famous authors and artists have used Venice as their muse; their playground. Even the famous Hemingway has left imprints from San Marco all the way into the outer lagoon. And while the city has become more an attraction for visitors off cruise ships than world-renowned painters, you can always rely on Venice’s beauty. The sun setting over the lagoon, gondoliers serenading lovers off quiet back-way canals, the musicians that keep San Marco lively well into the evening in front of the legendary Cafe Florian. The slight smell of salt in the air in the early morning as the Rialto Market prepares to sell the freshest catch of the day. Venice, in all its glory, is really quite intoxicating. -Transcribed from notes off a napkin; Italy, October 2012. Here are some photos I snapped while soaking in the magic that is Venice.