Tag Archives: City
Every day is Legs Day if you’re in Lisbon.
“Every day is Legs Day if you’re a dog” once said a philosophy-inclined former colleague of mine. For those of you not familiar with gym logic, he was referring to the fact that dogs, for obvious reasons, cannot skip training … Continue reading
Posted in Europe, Portugal
Tagged Alfama, Azulejo, Bridge, Christ, Church, City, Clouds, Cobbles, Dog, Drizzle, Estuary, Every day is leg day, Hill, Hill climb, Intendente, Leg day, Lisboa, Lisbon, Miradouro, Nossa Senhora do Monte, Nova Goa, Port, Portugal, Rain, Rio, Santa Caterina, Sea, Ships, Sun, Suspension, Tagus, The Rock, Tram, Tram of Lisbon, Trekking, Uphill
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Live fish and fried shrimp. Searching for dinner in Noryangjin.
The sun was setting over Yeongdeungpo. The sun was setting; lights on a legion of buildings were turning on and I couldn’t pronounce the name of the neighbourhood not even if it helped to save my bacon. Speaking of bacon, … Continue reading
Posted in Asia, South Korea
Tagged 7-11, Asia, City, city life, Crab, Dusk, Fish, Fish Market, Food, Fried, Korean cuisine, Live fish, Lotte, Lotteria, Molluscs, Night, Noryangjin, Noryangjin fish market, Overpass, Prostitutes, Prugio, Restaurant, Seoul, Shrimp, Snow crab, South Korea, Street food, Tsuijiki, Urban, Yeongdeungpo
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To the last city.
No, that’s a misnomer. Tashkent was, if anything, Uzbekistan’s first city, at least in the modern sense of the term. First one to be occupied by the Russians, first one to be reached by a railroad, first to host all … Continue reading
Posted in Central Asia, Uzbekistan
Tagged Asia, Central Asia, Christianity, City, Cityscape, Cycling, Earthquake, Food, G55 AMG, Hotel Uzbekistan, Islam, Islam Karimov, Karimov, Kazakhstan, Korean, Kosmonavtlar, Lenin, Marx, Mercedes, Mirobod, Soviet, Soviet Union, Street photography, Urban photography, USSR, Uzbek Koreans, Uzbekistan
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Notes from the fringes of the Empire: Yerevan.
Yerevan lies in a bowl shaped like the tongue of a cat, delimited on one side by the Hrazdan gorge, and on the others by steep hills, on which stand strange perches and other abstruse relics of the Soviet past. … Continue reading
Posted in Armenia, Caucasus, Europe
Tagged Ararat, Armenia, Caucasus, City, Iron Curtain, Metro, Russia, Soviet Union, Turkey, USSR, Yerevan
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