There’s something very special about travelling alone.
Dining by yourself in an unknown city has a certain romance to it. (You also feel like an undercover food critic.)
These people live their lives here, parallel to your experience of novelty is their experience of the mundane; they know these streets, they may have grown up going to this same restaurant. Their grandma lives up the road.
You’re calling all the shots:
Smiling at strangers. Or not.
Leaving the hotel. Or not.
Connecting to the place. Or not.
Who are you when no one is watching?
