Wandering in Melbourne may be one of my favorite activities. The city's neatly ordered grid system makes it nearly impossible to get lost (and fondly reminds me of the A to Z by 1 to 16 grid of my hometown of Sacramento). However, the street art of...
Over the past year or so, I've fallen in love with street art. Unlike the white-washed, pristine feel of Nice, the twisting alleyways of Marseille, Lyon and Paris were covered with neon tags, stenciled social commentary and gorgeous murals. I...
Ever since I was a little girl, I've loved the library. The quiet organization mingles with a sense of possibility: everything has its place, but you never know what might be waiting for you. I'm still secretly thrilled every time I check a book out...
The last weekend I was in Sydney, the sun was shining and I had an afternoon to myself with nothing to do. I strapped on my walking shoes--OK, I tossed on a pair of flipflops and my sunglasses--and trekked from Paddington to the CBD to the Rocks, and...
During Melbourne Open House, I certainly didn't choose buildings based on architecture or historical significance: it really depended on whether it had a rooftop garden or a cool-sounding name. The donkey wheel house sparked my interest in the...