Not a travel guide — what I notice in a city, and what I take from it.
Where beauty is hidden on purpose.
Where I learned that landscape wins — and should.
Concrete, and the courage of the interior.
Where my eye was born, before I knew it was one.
Proportion, and the confidence to leave things old.
Somewhere you could simply live.
Craft with a sense of humour.
Sun-worn, tactile, exactly where it belongs.
Contrast as a way of life.
