There were at least a hundred and thirty people crying that morning, by my count. I couldn’t follow them all home, but I suppose some of them were…
When we lived in Osaka, Suhee and I would go on at least a few early morning bicycle rides every month to explore kissaten (喫茶店)—the small, old coffee…
A small creek runs through the back of all the homes and shops. Not really a creek though, more like a shallow aqueduct, lined with stone, and just…
and the process of regaining the twinkle in our eyes
there are comforts in narrow urban streets with no sidewalks
Ten years ago, no one who lived here could have imagined this transformation
In the most densely populated city in the developed world, people walk to work through a forest instead of driving. They take vacations on the metro…
Arriving to Yvette during the day, the city seems not so much different from the one before it, or the one after. A train station with a few shops…
In which we temporarily transport ourselves to the landscapes of Scotland and Japan
Friends in the city center tell me that, sometime around the 1970s, time stopped in this neighborhood. Economic growth stopped. Changing trends stopped…
scale, ownership, and love in the equitable, regenerative neighborhood
He lights up the entire forest in soft golden light, as if a single candle burns inside him. Somewhat turned around, I ask this glowing man where we go…