Stuttgart is the city that gave the world the car, and the Mercedes-Benz and Porsche museums alone pull in petrolheads from everywhere. But write it off as a one-trick automotive town and you miss the rest of it: a postmodern art gallery with a room the artist...
I was standing on Koa Avenue at 7:15 in the morning, fifteen minutes early, as the booking said, watching a cluster of vans and minibusses fill with confused tourists. Nobody could confirm our booking. One driver told us to look for an operator called "All-Star," so...
I've walked out of museums on a complete high, and I've walked out of a few feeling as if I'd just wasted twelve euros and my afternoon. The YSL Museum in Marrakech was one of the disappointing ones for me — small, pricey, and over before I'd really warmed up. Then...
Visiting the La Casa Azul (Blue House) of Frida Kahlo in Mexico City was something I was genuinely excited about — seeing the place where she lived, created, and kept going despite everything life threw at her. But honestly, the saddest part was how commercialized it...
People ask me this all the time. Friends, followers, strangers in hostel common rooms: where should I go first? And every time, I want to give them a real answer — not a list of the world's most Instagrammed places, not a roundup of "hidden gems" that are anything but...
When I was a little girl, I used to make dresses for my dolls. Not buy them — make them, from whatever fabric scraps I could find. I had strong opinions about what looked right and what didn't, even then. That instinct never left me, though it shifted somewhere along...
I have never driven a car. Not once. I've never sat in the driver's seat, never touched a steering wheel, never parallel parked or stalled in traffic. And yet I've stood in front of a Ferrari at Motorworld in Cologne with my heart doing something strange, and I've...
Warsaw had always been my layover city. Every time I flew to Europe or the US, I'd pass through Chopin Airport, walk through the terminal, board the next flight, and think I should actually stop here one day. Then a canceled flight made the decision for me. I rebooked...
There is something about Frida Kahlo that refuses to stay inside a museum. You encounter her on street murals in Mexico City, on hotel walls in Tbilisi, on the menus of cafes named after her in cities she never set foot in. More than 70 years after her death, the...