Croatia

The sea returned in another shade of blue. I began to recognize my own habits: look for a stair, follow a wall, stop where a patch of shade makes room for a person.

In the old towns, every frame already contained somebody else's afternoon. I made myself smaller in the drawings. There was more room for the place that way.

By the islands, the notebook no longer felt like a collection of things I had found. It felt like a record of places that had briefly made room for me.

An imagined travel diary inspired by original Travel2City photographs. Mea’s scenes and words are a creative interpretation, not a documentary account.