Travel · the places
A real globe — tilt, drag, or let it turn. Every dot is a city I've actually worked or lived in; the regions group them the way I'd tell you about them at dinner. Click any point to open its essay, recs, and pottery in one place.
Island time and volcanic clay — the first shelf from the archipelago, with more to come as the archive moves east.
Maghreb medinas, pottery cooperatives, and the long wandering days that the old cities reward. Seven years, five visits, a shelf of pots.
The longest thread in the archive — Iberian kitchens, Aegean glazes, Nordic winter light, Catalan studios. Thirteen cities, one continent, still returning.
Caribbean walls and Andean altitude — terracotta from Mexico City, volcanic clay from Quito, folk ceramics from Cartagena, and the valleys back home.
Levantine hills and coastlines — Arabic calligraphy on an Amman bowl, a Tel Aviv cup the color of the sea, histories sitting close to the surface.
A region of the archive still being written.
The medina doesn't reward planning; it rewards arriving. I learned that in Fes, and again in Rome, and again in Mexico City — three cities the archive returns to because I never finished asking them anything.