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.
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.
Seal Beach is (was?) a big, big part of my childhood. It’s just a stone’s throw, literally from Long Beach, where I was born, with the San Gabriel River being the only thing separating the two. I went to elementary school at McGaugh Elementary, daycare at Camp Marina, and did all of my schooling in the Los Alamitos School District.
This past Saturday I attended the third edition of Civ…ediamo a Recco che sfila 2025, a local runway event that puts the spotlight on the creative talents of small businesses right here in Recco, Italy.
The first time my wife and I went to Stella Maris, she was just two weeks away from giving birth to our daughter. The colors, the music, the glowing candles bobbing across the water, and those bright red flares people lit up at the base of the Basilica to illuminate it, it was beautiful.
My first day in Grenoble, it was a bit misty and rainy; there were even some light snow flurries. I was still committed to getting out there and capturing the city, and I couldn’t wait.
I spent the whole day walking around, taking photos, videos, etc., and it wasn’t until the day was almost over that I realized I had basically been walking around in circles.
When you live in Italy long enough, certain places start to weave themselves into your life. Not the big, flashy names—the ones that fill postcards and guidebooks—but the ones you slip into naturally, almost without thinking. Pavia is one of those places for me.
