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Real-Time Immersion

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Strolling, Shanghai by Sammy SongLeave a Comment

For this blog entry I’ll transcribe my real-time experience afoot here and there more or less without direction to stylize a more stream-of-consciousness narration of this up-and-coming residential neighborhood: toward the front of our dorm the old-fashioned, workaday vendors whose open-air, boxy storefronts mismatch not only one another likewise the grand commercial plaza behind us. Just around the corner of …

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Joie de Vivre

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Strolling, Paris by Firozah Najmi1 Comment

It’s no secret that Parisians are notoriously lackadaisical. Sunday, especially, is a day of relaxation, of spending time with family, and of botanizing the landscape on quaint strolls through the city. Today I spent my afternoon like a true Parisienne, picnicking in Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, a luxurious expanse of lush, rolling hills, babbling brooks, and scattered small lakes — all …

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It’s a Love-Hate Relationship

In Florence, The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Strolling by Lindsey Giostra1 Comment

I consider strolls an individual experience: a few minutes or hours of solidarity absorbing the surroundings. They are propelled by curiosity and experienced through observation and perception. Back in New York, Friday was my strolling day. After an early morning practice for swim team, I went back to my room, freshened up, and left for a walk. My walks varied …

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I have learned a little more about my neighborhood, which is important

In Florence, The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Strolling by Jonathan Rothstein1 Comment

The first actual walk I took (“actual” meaning without headphones, without other people, and most importantly without destination) was last week. I had just woken up from a nap, which was not nearly enough for me to be alive, so I grabbed an espresso as well. I walked out of my apartment and made a right, and another right on …

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On the Streets

In Florence, The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Strolling by Erica Pappas1 Comment

The worst part of Florence is the awful din created by the ambulance sirens. They’re not like the sirens in New York, which are objectively horrible, overly frequent, and loud enough to interrupt conversations whether you’re on the sidewalk or tucked in the innermost corner of your apartment. Somehow, the Florence sirens are even worse. The noise they emit is …