By the time I reached Lodi, I had already spent a stretch of the year walking through Piacenza, Pavia, and Cremona, each one another data point in a much longer question I was asking myself: could I live here? I was staying in Santo Stefano Lodigiano at the time, close enough to treat Lodi as an easy day trip, and far enough into this search that I’d started noticing my own patterns. Which details I photographed first. Which ones I circled back for. What made a city feel like a place to visit versus a place to actually stay.
Category Archives: Travel Stories from the Road
Personal stories from the road—told through memories, moments, and the lens of a photograflâneur. These narrative posts go beyond guides, capturing the feeling of traveling slowly and intentionally with a camera in hand.
At twenty-seven, a guy from Southern California sold everything he owned and moved to Florence. He had never been to Europe. He didn’t speak a word of Italian.
That person is me. And this is post one hundred.
In November 2023, my wife Gaby and I got married inside the Sala Rossa of Palazzo Vecchio, walked the streets of Florence in the rain with two good friends behind the cameras, and threw a party at Palazzo San Niccolò with the people we love most. Two weeks later, we packed up our life and moved to Recco, on the Ligurian coast, to begin a new chapter.
I walked into Milan without a plan, no shot list, no checklist, nothing. I just knew I wanted to spend time in the city and photograph whatever pulled me in.
There are two ways I tend to photograph a city. The first is the deep dive. I arrive with a plan, chase the sunrise shots with no-one in them, visit the landmarks, explore the side streets and wait for the evening light in the main squares. I spend a few days trying to understand the place.
I stopped by MHOPS on opening night mostly out of curiosity. I already spend a lot of time at MOG, usually working remotely while rotating between coffee, meals, and the occasional drink. It is one of the few places in Genoa where you can settle in for hours and still have access to proper food and good coffee without needing to move every thirty minutes.
With its cobbled streets, the stunning Sacré Cœur Basilica, artists, and bistros, Montmartre is full of charm. Perched atop a small hill in the 18th arrondissement, this iconic Parisian district has retained the village atmosphere that once captivated the artists of the 19th and 20th centuries. A true melting pot of art and inspiration for cinema, the neighborhood of Montmartre continues to surprise me and is a great destination for travel photographers. However, sometimes, not everything goes exactly as you’ve planned. And the two times I’ve gone to shoot photos of Sacré Cœur, I’ve encountered some… technical issues.
My wife and I were staying in Santo Stefano Lodigiano for a couple of weeks, as I had a handful of cities I wanted to check out that were reachable from the country house we had found for ourselves and the dogs.
Every September, Recco turns into something different. Bells echo through the hills, cannons shake the air, colored smoke rises from the riverbed, fireworks sparkle in the night sky, and the streets fill with the tantalizing smell of food. This is the Sagra del Fuoco, the feast of the Madonna del Suffragio.
Most of my days involve a fair amount of wandering—urban exploration. But exploring Grenoble one leaned harder into the margins than usual. Less about manicured parks and postcard facades, and more about the edges—those neighborhoods beyond the city’s polished center.











