On not having a plan
I spent years optimising my weekends. This is about what happened when I stopped, and why the empty afternoon turned out to be the point.
This is where I write up the places I've been, the meals worth crossing a city for, and the ordinary days in between.

I spent years optimising my weekends. This is about what happened when I stopped, and why the empty afternoon turned out to be the point.
A short, slow guide to the lace-making island in the Venetian lagoon: when to go, where the light is best, and why you should stay the night.
Notes from a first week in Bangkok: tuk-tuks, the art of the confident step, and the street food stall I went back to four times.
Six rules for eating well at a night market, learned the hard way: follow the queue, order small, and never start with the thing you came for.