When I encounter a small tucked away library, bookstore, or cafe, I feel a sense of wonder at all the treasures waiting to be found inside each shop.
As we drove into the city, I was greeted by a distinct amalgam of buildings, greenery, and people that can only be described as inexplicably Tokyo.
Tucked between and above towering skyscapers in San Francisco’s Financial District lie hidden terrestrial treasures. Ranging from rooftop gardens to courtyards off the side of the streets, each area is perfect to to sit and stare and contemplate the grandeur of the city, or to simply catch a breath from the ardor that is the daily grind.
I love stepping into art galleries in different cities I visit. They all seem to have their own emotions, their own soul, their own persona, defined by the art they host, as dingy awnings lead into spacious rooms with pristine white walls sporting pops of color.