I wanted a street-level look at Munich’s past, present, and maybe even its future. Instead, I ended up on an urban planning journey through space and time.
The violent protests by the gilets jaunes, or “yellow vests,” happening in Paris are not happening in Nice, France’s fifth largest city. This begged a question: How much can you infer about a city based on the protests that occur within it?
I often read that food is love, but it’s also memory. Such is the case with the burger shack of Murray Beach, New Brunswick, in the Canadian Maritimes.
While most visitors are gazing up to the heavens, something else is happening at Gaudí’s soaring La Sagrada Familia. Teams of workers are busy building the basilica.
Busan is said to be the San Francisco of Korea. It’s a city of 3.6 million and a hub of education and commerce, but much life there remains based on the sea. That’s very apparent at Jagalchi Market, the biggest fish market in Korea.
Campbellton was a waypoint, a dot on the map between days 2 and 3 of driving north from Boston to the Gaspé Peninsula. We arrived late and rushed to grab food in the bar attached to our HoJo, attached to an aging mall, attached to the bridge to Quebec.
We didn’t know what we were going to get ourselves into. We had just spent a week camping and hiking and were about to enter our first “real” city in days. All we knew about Moncton was that it held about 70,000 people and that it had bars in it that would be open and serving beer.
