I started to notice patterns everywhere: stripes across an arch, tiles beside a stair, the repeated decision to turn left because the light looked interesting.
The notebook became less orderly. A sketch ran across two pages. A shopping list acquired a small cathedral. I drew a monkey in the margin and then gave it custody of the timetable.
By the time I reached the coast, I had stopped asking whether every detour had been useful. Some had simply been good.
An imagined travel diary inspired by original Travel2City photographs. Mea’s scenes and words are a creative interpretation, not a documentary account.
The arches repeated themselves. My thoughts finally stopped doing that.
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At another doorway, I put the notebook away and simply arrived.
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