First Impressions: A London Patchwork

In no particular order...The smell of fried food and vinegar. An occasional swell of garbage carried on the breeze. High ankle socks. Folding bikes. Seas of suits. Afternoon ales. Hats: broad brimmed, cowboy, and cycling cap. Run commuters with backpacks. City maps fanning out on street corners. Signs painted with kings. Dark wooden windows sprouting…

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Berlin. Berlin? Berlin!

Berlin. Berlin? Berlin! I came to this city three different times, for three entirely separate reasons, for three varying lengths of time. Same city, three totally different experiences. Part of the reason is that I changed in between the visits, each of which was separated from the preceding one by three years. When you return…