As I walked up Swanston Street the other day, I passed a Starbucks. Groups of Asian tourists and Australian teenagers clutched their icy coffee drinks in the trademark white and green takeaway cup on the sunny terrace, and I tried to remember the...
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...