Somewhere at the crossroads …

one finds the Wanderlust Cafe. A meeting place, a place of respite, a place to have some exotic tea or a stiff drink, eat fruits and simple food, a place to stow your pack in a safe corner, or lay out a few trade goods for sale. Listen to foreign tongues, write or sketch in your journal, argue philosophy, send postcards and file dispatches, or just sit and dream. Send some emails (though we can't guarantee the internet is working, shrug).

There's spies and smugglers and adventurers and artists and all other sorts of low-lifes. Fortunetellers. Bards. Poets. Pilgrims. Gods and goddesses in disguise. One never knows.

Where is it? Along the Silk Road, off the Barbary Coast, on a Greek island somewhere near Delphi or Shangri-La. Hard to find, hard to miss. Under the shade of a centuries-old mango tree. Adorned by long-limbed descendants of Egyptian temple cats. A place to tie up the camels and the horses and dust off your fedora. Swap some stories, or some lies. Hatch a conspiracy. Dance if you wish. Scream if you need to. Love if you dare.

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Rushing Past

Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
– T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets
Accidental photo alchemy, a hurried photo from a moving bus.  The park in Dominica was full of people on that warm island day.
Best I could do was snap a photo, and try to figure it all out [...]

Boundary Between Two Worlds

An early morning image along the Nile River, accidentally turned sideways, suddenly reveals the boundary between the ‘real’ world and a hidden world.    If  you look closely, you can discern the banks of the river on the right and their reflection on the left.
Such a thin boundary.  From this sideways point of view, it is [...]

A Brief Memory of Color

Beside a busy street in the Giza section of Cairo, our bus passed the fruit stand so quickly that it was almost a blur.  But hidden in the original crummy photo were the faint imprints of the vivid colors I remember.
A little bit of Photoshop photo alchemy, and the transformation captures more accurately the color [...]

Return to Byzantium

My heart sings as I contemplate a return.  Istanbul or Constantinople or Byzantium,  this beautiful city straddling the Bosphorus at the crossroads between Europe and Asia has called to me for many years.
Such an aura of mystery and intrigue, a blending of exotic and known.  At this gateway to the unknown, I come again, and [...]

Unexpected Cairo

One of the men told me he thought well of Cairo.  It was interesting.  “Take it from me,” he said, “there’s a lot in seeing places, because you can remember ‘em afterward.”
– Rudyard Kipling
This was a hurried moment in downtown Cairo.  Captured while rushing past many intriguing stores and shops on a quest for some [...]