A year ago, I took a road-trip in Spain, a beautiful country with rich culture and cheerful people. Nerja, a pearl setting on the Mediterranean shoreline, is the one I chose to document first.
Nerja is known by another charming name, “Balcony of Europe.” A piece of cliff taps into the Mediterranean. The view from the cliff top is absolutely stunning and peaceful.
Nerja is a typical Mediterranean town, decorated by crowded white houses sitting irregularly at the waist and foot of mountains. It has beautiful shorelines, evergreen palm trees, abundant fruits, and pleasant temperature. Nerja is so lucky to have it all, thanks to the fabulous Mediterranean climate. In Nerja, I couldn’t see traffic or feel any stress. Life just seems so simple and content. Although I have never been to the fictional Shangri-La, I imagine living in Nerja must be like living in that earthly paradise.
Hong Kong is a world-famous metropolitan city setting amongst mountains and islands. The city runs like a high speed metro train, arriving and departing from one destination to the next, non-stop. The city is known for its vibrant finance and real estate business, expansive stunning skyline at Victoria harbor and delicious cultural local food. Beneath all the luxury enchanting veneer the city displays are the local hardworking humble people who live a rather simple life on each corner contributing their entire lives generation after generation.
Lisbon is such a charming city! At first sight you wouldn’t guess you’re in a European capital: some parts of the city recall small villages, and no one seems stressed. In addition, colors are everywhere. This is one of these paradise cities for photographers, where they can daydream as much as they wish.
On a Sunday afternoon, I decided to have a walk in Paris, to enjoy the city, take a few pictures, and keep an eye open: what has changed in the past years? As my footsteps were inexorably leading me towards the river Seine, I was struck by the evidence: I don’t remember seeing any seagulls—or at least not so many—in the city. I must admit they do look better than ugly fat pigeons!
I arrived late at night for a short weekend in Winchester, England. I discovered the city the next morning. On my way downtown, there was an old cemetery, which could have been there for centuries. Further, there was no one by the arches of the cathedral—it actually had just rained. The only colorful spot I could see was a bright red Mini Cooper.