I don't care so much that the Sunset gets a bad rap when it's 8 pm and I'm running along the ocean still, and the water is that thick silvery green, and the sky goes from tangerine to grapefruit, and the sun looks like an egg yolk sliding into the Pacific, and the sand goes all the way to the sidewalk, and there are silhouettes building bonfires in the wind, and cyclists gliding downhill, and old people with dogs, and kids following their grownups, and the hard week starts to look like sand dunes, and the streets get drenched in dusk, and the sound of cars turns into the dim roar of the ocean.
One of my favorite places in the world.
Old + new. Hip + traditional. Chaotic + serene.
Tokyo has it all.
While walking in Santa Margherita, Portofino, Siena, Rome, I opened the door to a new obsession.
Coolest menu ever. Prague + Salzburg pastels. Trdelnik break (again). Lake Como in a speedboat and life is good.
