9 articles tagged with record shops
The sun may set early in Costa Rica, but that's when San Jose truly comes alive. I've spent years chasing the rhythm of cities around the world, and this Central American capital has a beat all its own – less...
The roosters start their symphony well before the Haitian sun breaks over the jagged mountains. It's 5:30 AM, and I'm lacing up my running shoes outside a modest guesthouse in Les Cayes, preparing for my ritual morning run. The air...
There's something profoundly liberating about mapping out a transcontinental journey that connects two wildly different worlds. After spending the past few years exploring New Zealand's wilderness with my little one in tow, I found myself craving a solo adventure that...
The first time I visited Los Angeles, I did what most tourists do – battled the crowds at the Hollywood Walk of Fame, paid too much for parking at Venice Beach, and sat in traffic trying to glimpse the Hollywood...
There's something magical about college towns after sunset – that electric buzz of youthful energy colliding with decades of tradition. Ann Arbor, home to the University of Michigan, transforms when darkness falls, revealing a side that many tourists miss. As...
There's something about crossing bridges that feels symbolic—a physical manifestation of transition, of moving between worlds. Budapest, with its nine spans stretching across the mighty Danube, understands this poetry better than most cities. I discovered this last spring while adding...
The morning call to prayer echoed through Constantine's misty valleys as I laced up my running shoes, preparing to trace the contours of what locals call 'The City of Bridges.' Standing at the edge of the Sidi M'Cid Bridge, with...
The rhythm of Amsterdam isn't just in the gentle lap of canal waters or the steady stream of bicycles – it's in the heartbeat of neighborhoods that tourists rarely venture into, the needle drops in hidden record stores, and the...
The rhythmic tap of my running shoes against the pavement near Cheonggyecheon Stream at 5:30 AM reminded me of vinyl records spinning on a turntable – steady, meditative, purposeful. Seoul's morning air carried the faint scent of street food from...