Slovakia

I bought the notebook before I knew where I was going. Its first page stayed blank for three days. A beginning, I discovered, can take up a surprising amount of room.

On the fourth morning I put on my blue dress, tied my scarf and went out. There was no grand departure. I missed a tram, found a quieter street and looked up at a tower I had passed many times.

At the river I finally wrote something: Start with the place you think you already know.

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