Good tourists take nice photos and edit them. Nomads never have the time.
Through Yangmingshan mountain to Jinshan town by bus.
Fog, greenery, fog and the occasional blossoms.
At the small town, a temple of Manju.
And a street market and a coffee shop (with milk cream in the coffee and bakery-chain-level cakes).
And back, with flashes of places visited five years earlier.
Instances of early-20th century japanese architecture, Taipei downtown.
It is said that Taipei is a city where everywhere is downtown. And it is true.
The main station is only a geographical epicenter through which energy flows, like everywhere else, but where it might take a momentary halt waiting for the train.
Looking back to a previous spring, fragments in memory from arriving to Taipei. And waking to a calm Saturday morning in the area around Songshan Station.
That was a pleasant building, especially to a traveller looking for space to breath. However the architecture in the surrounding blocks varies.
All of it typical Taipei though.
The interior cannot be told from the facade; some of these flats will be renovated new-asian-all-pearly style and some will be basic and maybe with bug issues.
What doesn’t change throughout is the energy in all times of day and places, even empty streets. Or temple backyards getting ready for the day.
And impeccable alleys that become a maze of people, shouts, money and food a few hours later (aka Raohe night market).
Plaza of the national science museum, a gem from the ’90s.
The autumn arrival as it’s happening – downtown Athens.
The inner story of Athens.
Complete with official and unofficial meeting rooms…
Kitchen…
Offices…
… Cheesy decals.
