Fitzroy — I was a bit embarrassed. The owner of Books for Cooks was looking at me, and the iPhone in my hand, with a puzzled look on his face. He had caught me taking a panorama shot of his bookshelves. Who doe...
Rome — At this particular fish stall, in the old Testaccio Market one metro stop south of the Colosseum, there was also a photograph of Marcello Mastroianni, looking over the fresh tuna and looking out at us...
Luang prabang — The rows of tropical fruit were six-deep. Some fruit were so familiar I knew them primarily by their Tagalog names, which is how I learned them in school. Here were atis, earthy green, evenly lumped,...
This is where festive paper horses go to be born.
"May I help you?" the proprietor asked, startling me, making me freeze in mid-spin.
I turned the corner and there it was: the morning market. Goods from the hills, fields and Mekong popped onto the street, a surprising abundance.
There are places in the world where men can still be found deep in conversation about the appropriate way to prepare beautiful fish.