Visiting a new town is like having a conversation. Places ask questions of you just as searchingly as you question them. And, as in any conversation, it helps to listen with an open mind, so you can be led somewhere unexpected. The more you leave assumptions at home, I’ve found, the better you can hear whatever it is that a destination is trying to say to you.

- Pico Iyer, "10 Things Every Traveler Should Do.’
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My Travel Motto.

16th September 2014

When I go on vacation, I resolve to never return - even if it is a wonderful experience - because I know I will never be able to recreate the magic of a memory. So I focus instead on making the experience unforgettable - and living every minute fully.

Besides, how else will I make the space in my life for the hundreds of places I have yet to experience?

What is your travel motto?

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15th September 2014

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15th September 2014

Positano levitates over the ocean.
From my vantage point, I can look over and across the majolica-tiled Duomo of the town’s church, the Santa Maria Assunta and the rows of colorful beach chairs. 
New skill: I can now pick out the color Amalfi Blue in a set of paints.
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Positano on the Amalfi Coast, Italy | July 2014

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Positano levitates over the ocean.
From my vantage point, I can look over and across the majolica-tiled Duomo of the town’s church, the Santa Maria Assunta and the rows of colorful beach chairs. 
New skill: I can now pick out the color Amalfi Blue in a set of paints.
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Positano on the Amalfi Coast, Italy | July 2014

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Positano levitates over the ocean.
From my vantage point, I can look over and across the majolica-tiled Duomo of the town’s church, the Santa Maria Assunta and the rows of colorful beach chairs. 
New skill: I can now pick out the color Amalfi Blue in a set of paints.
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Positano on the Amalfi Coast, Italy | July 2014

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Positano levitates over the ocean.

From my vantage point, I can look over and across the majolica-tiled Duomo of the town’s church, the Santa Maria Assunta and the rows of colorful beach chairs. 

New skill: I can now pick out the color Amalfi Blue in a set of paints.

VJ Singh | Far/Back | Positano on the Amalfi Coast, Italy | July 2014

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Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

- John Berger. If Berger is right and this is true of every city, then “who” is your city like?
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7th September 2014

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7th September 2014

La Dolce Far Niente.
Driving from Salerno on Autostrada A3 and picking up the SS163 at Vietri sul Mareon, I catch my first sweeping view of the Amalfi Coast with its cliff-edged promontory. “The road with 1,001 turns” is a hair-raising, vertigo-inducing experience.
"A dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there but becomes beckoningly real after you are gone.” - John Steinbeck in 1953 describing the Amalfi Coast.
Amalfi town is perfectly positioned right on the water - food, beach and gelato - all located at convenient walking distances to each other. There are quieter towns (Ravello) and more stylish ones (Positano), but Amalfi has the perfect sense of place. The Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey lured sailors to their doom on a rocky island. According to local tradition, that island lies just off the Amalfi Coast. 
Watching the sun set over the town of Maiori … I am embracing la dolce far niente.
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italia | July 2014

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La Dolce Far Niente.
Driving from Salerno on Autostrada A3 and picking up the SS163 at Vietri sul Mareon, I catch my first sweeping view of the Amalfi Coast with its cliff-edged promontory. “The road with 1,001 turns” is a hair-raising, vertigo-inducing experience.
"A dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there but becomes beckoningly real after you are gone.” - John Steinbeck in 1953 describing the Amalfi Coast.
Amalfi town is perfectly positioned right on the water - food, beach and gelato - all located at convenient walking distances to each other. There are quieter towns (Ravello) and more stylish ones (Positano), but Amalfi has the perfect sense of place. The Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey lured sailors to their doom on a rocky island. According to local tradition, that island lies just off the Amalfi Coast. 
Watching the sun set over the town of Maiori … I am embracing la dolce far niente.
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italia | July 2014

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La Dolce Far Niente.
Driving from Salerno on Autostrada A3 and picking up the SS163 at Vietri sul Mareon, I catch my first sweeping view of the Amalfi Coast with its cliff-edged promontory. “The road with 1,001 turns” is a hair-raising, vertigo-inducing experience.
"A dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there but becomes beckoningly real after you are gone.” - John Steinbeck in 1953 describing the Amalfi Coast.
Amalfi town is perfectly positioned right on the water - food, beach and gelato - all located at convenient walking distances to each other. There are quieter towns (Ravello) and more stylish ones (Positano), but Amalfi has the perfect sense of place. The Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey lured sailors to their doom on a rocky island. According to local tradition, that island lies just off the Amalfi Coast. 
Watching the sun set over the town of Maiori … I am embracing la dolce far niente.
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italia | July 2014

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La Dolce Far Niente.
Driving from Salerno on Autostrada A3 and picking up the SS163 at Vietri sul Mareon, I catch my first sweeping view of the Amalfi Coast with its cliff-edged promontory. “The road with 1,001 turns” is a hair-raising, vertigo-inducing experience.
"A dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there but becomes beckoningly real after you are gone.” - John Steinbeck in 1953 describing the Amalfi Coast.
Amalfi town is perfectly positioned right on the water - food, beach and gelato - all located at convenient walking distances to each other. There are quieter towns (Ravello) and more stylish ones (Positano), but Amalfi has the perfect sense of place. The Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey lured sailors to their doom on a rocky island. According to local tradition, that island lies just off the Amalfi Coast. 
Watching the sun set over the town of Maiori … I am embracing la dolce far niente.
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italia | July 2014

http://tmblr.co/ZeR3hw1QI0gWF

La Dolce Far Niente.
Driving from Salerno on Autostrada A3 and picking up the SS163 at Vietri sul Mareon, I catch my first sweeping view of the Amalfi Coast with its cliff-edged promontory. “The road with 1,001 turns” is a hair-raising, vertigo-inducing experience.
"A dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there but becomes beckoningly real after you are gone.” - John Steinbeck in 1953 describing the Amalfi Coast.
Amalfi town is perfectly positioned right on the water - food, beach and gelato - all located at convenient walking distances to each other. There are quieter towns (Ravello) and more stylish ones (Positano), but Amalfi has the perfect sense of place. The Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey lured sailors to their doom on a rocky island. According to local tradition, that island lies just off the Amalfi Coast. 
Watching the sun set over the town of Maiori … I am embracing la dolce far niente.
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italia | July 2014

http://tmblr.co/ZeR3hw1QI0gWF

La Dolce Far Niente.
Driving from Salerno on Autostrada A3 and picking up the SS163 at Vietri sul Mareon, I catch my first sweeping view of the Amalfi Coast with its cliff-edged promontory. “The road with 1,001 turns” is a hair-raising, vertigo-inducing experience.
"A dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there but becomes beckoningly real after you are gone.” - John Steinbeck in 1953 describing the Amalfi Coast.
Amalfi town is perfectly positioned right on the water - food, beach and gelato - all located at convenient walking distances to each other. There are quieter towns (Ravello) and more stylish ones (Positano), but Amalfi has the perfect sense of place. The Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey lured sailors to their doom on a rocky island. According to local tradition, that island lies just off the Amalfi Coast. 
Watching the sun set over the town of Maiori … I am embracing la dolce far niente.
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italia | July 2014

http://tmblr.co/ZeR3hw1QI0gWF

La Dolce Far Niente.
Driving from Salerno on Autostrada A3 and picking up the SS163 at Vietri sul Mareon, I catch my first sweeping view of the Amalfi Coast with its cliff-edged promontory. “The road with 1,001 turns” is a hair-raising, vertigo-inducing experience.
"A dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there but becomes beckoningly real after you are gone.” - John Steinbeck in 1953 describing the Amalfi Coast.
Amalfi town is perfectly positioned right on the water - food, beach and gelato - all located at convenient walking distances to each other. There are quieter towns (Ravello) and more stylish ones (Positano), but Amalfi has the perfect sense of place. The Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey lured sailors to their doom on a rocky island. According to local tradition, that island lies just off the Amalfi Coast. 
Watching the sun set over the town of Maiori … I am embracing la dolce far niente.
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italia | July 2014

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La Dolce Far Niente.

Driving from Salerno on Autostrada A3 and picking up the SS163 at Vietri sul Mareon, I catch my first sweeping view of the Amalfi Coast with its cliff-edged promontory. “The road with 1,001 turns” is a hair-raising, vertigo-inducing experience.

"A dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there but becomes beckoningly real after you are gone.” - John Steinbeck in 1953 describing the Amalfi Coast.

Amalfi town is perfectly positioned right on the water - food, beach and gelato - all located at convenient walking distances to each other. There are quieter towns (Ravello) and more stylish ones (Positano), but Amalfi has the perfect sense of place. The Sirens in Homer’s Odyssey lured sailors to their doom on a rocky island. According to local tradition, that island lies just off the Amalfi Coast. 

Watching the sun set over the town of Maiori … I am embracing la dolce far niente.

Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italia | July 2014

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No drug I can imagine, few love-affairs I might dream of, can match that simple, shocking excitement of arriving in a truly foreign place. It is akin to the first kiss, the first date, all the firsts that have an intensity and life disproportionate to their duration; the first moment is worth a thousand others.

- Pico Iyer in “The Shock of Arrival”. Arriving in a new place - experiencing it with all your senses on high-alert - is a truly wonderful feeling!
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5th September 2014

Amalfi Blue.
The first thing that strikes me when I get on to the winding Amalfi Coast road is the color of the sea. Is it supposed to be this blue? 
“Sweet the memory is to me | Of the land beyond the sea, | Where the waves and mountains meet; | Where amid her mulberry-trees | Sits Amalfi in the heat.” - wrote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Notice how he didn’t even have to use a whole lot of poetic license here, but just factually describe what he saw.
Text and photo by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italy | July 2014 Amalfi Blue.
The first thing that strikes me when I get on to the winding Amalfi Coast road is the color of the sea. Is it supposed to be this blue? 
“Sweet the memory is to me | Of the land beyond the sea, | Where the waves and mountains meet; | Where amid her mulberry-trees | Sits Amalfi in the heat.” - wrote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Notice how he didn’t even have to use a whole lot of poetic license here, but just factually describe what he saw.
Text and photo by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italy | July 2014

Amalfi Blue.

The first thing that strikes me when I get on to the winding Amalfi Coast road is the color of the sea. Is it supposed to be this blue? 

Sweet the memory is to me | Of the land beyond the sea, | Where the waves and mountains meet; | Where amid her mulberry-trees | Sits Amalfi in the heat.” - wrote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Notice how he didn’t even have to use a whole lot of poetic license here, but just factually describe what he saw.

Text and photo by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italy | July 2014

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From Dusk to Dark in Amalfi.

How does one possibly capture the beauty of dusk?

This is the Monastero Santa Rosa - formerly a 17th c. monastery, now a boutique hotel, perched on a sheer cliff near #Amalfi. A jewel in every way. Watch it shine in this time-lapse video.

And don’t miss the helicopter sneaking around the cliff! 

Time Lapse Video by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Amalfi, Italy | July 2014 | All Rights Reserved. 

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Top 10 Books about Adventure in Distant, Exotic Places?

1st September 2014

The ‘Top Ten’ Book List Challenge is making its rounds on Facebook. How many of your Top 10 books are based on adventure? 

  1. Moby Dick by Herman Melville. “It is not down in any map; true places never are.”
  2. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. “When you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours.”
  3. Life of Pi by Yann Martel. “I was named after a swimming pool”.
  4. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll. “If you don’t know where you are going any road can take you there.”
  5. Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen. “If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me?”
  6. The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency Series by Alexander McCall. “Lightning always strikes in the same place twice.”
  7. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon. “Forget about what you are escaping from. Reserve your anxiety for what you are escaping to.
  8. Old Man and the Sea by Earnest Hemingway. “My big fish must be somewhere.”
  9. The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. “Let us go on and take the adventure that shall fall to us.”
  10. The Call of the Wild by Jack London. “The sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.”

The common themes in my list (I’d like to think!) seem to be - fantasy | adventure | possibilities | embracing the unknown.

And 5 more for your Essential Collection to “Nurture an Adventurous Spirit”: Treasure Island, The Jungle Book, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, The Time Machine, Gulliver’s Travels.

What’s on your Top 10 Adventure Book List?

VJ Singh | Far/Back | September 2014

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26th August 2014

Romelessness.
The “levitating” holy man is simply not impressive. Even a kid passing by remarks that he must be sitting on a platform of some sort hidden under his robes.
The teeming tourists instead favor the massive end-of-season sales happening at the boutiques of Via Condotti and its neighboring streets. 
As grand as Rome is, I wondered — all through my stay — about the cheap toys being sold on the main streets and in just about every beautiful piazza or heritage structure. Florescent shapeless chemical blobs that wail when smashed to the ground. blue glowing objects, cheap trinkets and flying helicopters. Does anyone buy them? 
So unlike the soulful character and old-world charm of Rome. Italia Tourist Board, there’s work to be done in restoring Rome’s street charm, minus vendors!
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italia | July 2014 Romelessness.
The “levitating” holy man is simply not impressive. Even a kid passing by remarks that he must be sitting on a platform of some sort hidden under his robes.
The teeming tourists instead favor the massive end-of-season sales happening at the boutiques of Via Condotti and its neighboring streets. 
As grand as Rome is, I wondered — all through my stay — about the cheap toys being sold on the main streets and in just about every beautiful piazza or heritage structure. Florescent shapeless chemical blobs that wail when smashed to the ground. blue glowing objects, cheap trinkets and flying helicopters. Does anyone buy them? 
So unlike the soulful character and old-world charm of Rome. Italia Tourist Board, there’s work to be done in restoring Rome’s street charm, minus vendors!
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italia | July 2014

Romelessness.

The “levitating” holy man is simply not impressive. Even a kid passing by remarks that he must be sitting on a platform of some sort hidden under his robes.

The teeming tourists instead favor the massive end-of-season sales happening at the boutiques of Via Condotti and its neighboring streets. 

As grand as Rome is, I wondered — all through my stay — about the cheap toys being sold on the main streets and in just about every beautiful piazza or heritage structure. Florescent shapeless chemical blobs that wail when smashed to the ground. blue glowing objects, cheap trinkets and flying helicopters. Does anyone buy them? 

So unlike the soulful character and old-world charm of Rome. Italia Tourist Board, there’s work to be done in restoring Rome’s street charm, minus vendors!

VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italia | July 2014

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25th August 2014

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25th August 2014

Roman Holiday.
Portrait Suites Roma is like your stylish best friend’s home, perfectly located near the Spanish Steps and Via Condotti, Roma’s main drag for haute couture shopping.
With all the little luxuries that only a friend could thoughtfully place in your room besides the comfortable bed and shower - hair straightener (why can’t every hotel room have one?), Nespresso machine, Ferragamo amenities, art featuring Salvatore’s iconic designs (it’s a Ferragamo Hotel after all!), lavish rooftop breakfast (in a land where this meal is otherwise defined as coffee and croissant) - all packaged neatly into a perfect townhouse-like space.
Also, the best service I’ve experienced in a while in an urban hotel. My companion lost his wallet in a Roma cab (Don’t ask!?!) and the staff saved the day by valiantly retrieving it intact. 
Really, you could be satisfied if you just hung in and around the hotel. But I insist on wandering and getting lost. 
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italy | July 2014 | All Rights Reserved

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Roman Holiday.
Portrait Suites Roma is like your stylish best friend’s home, perfectly located near the Spanish Steps and Via Condotti, Roma’s main drag for haute couture shopping.
With all the little luxuries that only a friend could thoughtfully place in your room besides the comfortable bed and shower - hair straightener (why can’t every hotel room have one?), Nespresso machine, Ferragamo amenities, art featuring Salvatore’s iconic designs (it’s a Ferragamo Hotel after all!), lavish rooftop breakfast (in a land where this meal is otherwise defined as coffee and croissant) - all packaged neatly into a perfect townhouse-like space.
Also, the best service I’ve experienced in a while in an urban hotel. My companion lost his wallet in a Roma cab (Don’t ask!?!) and the staff saved the day by valiantly retrieving it intact. 
Really, you could be satisfied if you just hung in and around the hotel. But I insist on wandering and getting lost. 
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italy | July 2014 | All Rights Reserved

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Roman Holiday.
Portrait Suites Roma is like your stylish best friend’s home, perfectly located near the Spanish Steps and Via Condotti, Roma’s main drag for haute couture shopping.
With all the little luxuries that only a friend could thoughtfully place in your room besides the comfortable bed and shower - hair straightener (why can’t every hotel room have one?), Nespresso machine, Ferragamo amenities, art featuring Salvatore’s iconic designs (it’s a Ferragamo Hotel after all!), lavish rooftop breakfast (in a land where this meal is otherwise defined as coffee and croissant) - all packaged neatly into a perfect townhouse-like space.
Also, the best service I’ve experienced in a while in an urban hotel. My companion lost his wallet in a Roma cab (Don’t ask!?!) and the staff saved the day by valiantly retrieving it intact. 
Really, you could be satisfied if you just hung in and around the hotel. But I insist on wandering and getting lost. 
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italy | July 2014 | All Rights Reserved

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Roman Holiday.
Portrait Suites Roma is like your stylish best friend’s home, perfectly located near the Spanish Steps and Via Condotti, Roma’s main drag for haute couture shopping.
With all the little luxuries that only a friend could thoughtfully place in your room besides the comfortable bed and shower - hair straightener (why can’t every hotel room have one?), Nespresso machine, Ferragamo amenities, art featuring Salvatore’s iconic designs (it’s a Ferragamo Hotel after all!), lavish rooftop breakfast (in a land where this meal is otherwise defined as coffee and croissant) - all packaged neatly into a perfect townhouse-like space.
Also, the best service I’ve experienced in a while in an urban hotel. My companion lost his wallet in a Roma cab (Don’t ask!?!) and the staff saved the day by valiantly retrieving it intact. 
Really, you could be satisfied if you just hung in and around the hotel. But I insist on wandering and getting lost. 
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italy | July 2014 | All Rights Reserved

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Roman Holiday.
Portrait Suites Roma is like your stylish best friend’s home, perfectly located near the Spanish Steps and Via Condotti, Roma’s main drag for haute couture shopping.
With all the little luxuries that only a friend could thoughtfully place in your room besides the comfortable bed and shower - hair straightener (why can’t every hotel room have one?), Nespresso machine, Ferragamo amenities, art featuring Salvatore’s iconic designs (it’s a Ferragamo Hotel after all!), lavish rooftop breakfast (in a land where this meal is otherwise defined as coffee and croissant) - all packaged neatly into a perfect townhouse-like space.
Also, the best service I’ve experienced in a while in an urban hotel. My companion lost his wallet in a Roma cab (Don’t ask!?!) and the staff saved the day by valiantly retrieving it intact. 
Really, you could be satisfied if you just hung in and around the hotel. But I insist on wandering and getting lost. 
VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italy | July 2014 | All Rights Reserved

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Roman Holiday.

Portrait Suites Roma is like your stylish best friend’s home, perfectly located near the Spanish Steps and Via Condotti, Roma’s main drag for haute couture shopping.

With all the little luxuries that only a friend could thoughtfully place in your room besides the comfortable bed and shower - hair straightener (why can’t every hotel room have one?), Nespresso machine, Ferragamo amenities, art featuring Salvatore’s iconic designs (it’s a Ferragamo Hotel after all!), lavish rooftop breakfast (in a land where this meal is otherwise defined as coffee and croissant) - all packaged neatly into a perfect townhouse-like space.

Also, the best service I’ve experienced in a while in an urban hotel. My companion lost his wallet in a Roma cab (Don’t ask!?!) and the staff saved the day by valiantly retrieving it intact. 

Really, you could be satisfied if you just hung in and around the hotel. But I insist on wandering and getting lost

VJ Singh | Far/Back | Roma, Italy | July 2014 | All Rights Reserved

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19th August 2014

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19th August 2014

To Rome, With Love.
I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.
This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 
Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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To Rome, With Love.
I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.
This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 
Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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To Rome, With Love.
I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.
This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 
Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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To Rome, With Love.
I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.
This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 
Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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To Rome, With Love.
I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.
This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 
Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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To Rome, With Love.
I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.
This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 
Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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To Rome, With Love.
I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.
This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 
Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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To Rome, With Love.
I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.
This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 
Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 
Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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To Rome, With Love.

I’ve always enjoyed Rome. Note that ‘always’ here stands for a sum total of two business trips during which I saw scenes of Ancient Rome flash by fleetingly through taxi windows - faster and more discombobulated than Woody Allen’s movie, but just as charming. I also recall several emergency visits to the gelataria nearest to my business hotel.

This time is different. Slow paced. On foot, odd-shaped cobble-stones notwithstanding. Almost lethargic, in deference to summer. With attention to detail - both for art and life. Wandering, with the objective of getting lost. 

Case in point: An atmospheric sunset photo walk starting from the Pantheon through Piazza Navona to Ponte Vittorio Emmanuel for views over to the Vatican. It has just rained, the streets are wet, and Piazza Navona is teeming with Romans doing la passeggiata, an evening ritual I wish we could reapply in other cities. Later, joining the locals in their celebration of Summer along River Tiber (Lungo il Tivera Roma) well into midnight, it is easy to forget all about work and settle more definitively into a vacation frame-of-mind. Afterwards, a stroll to Campidoglio for priceless views of the illuminated Roman Forum, seems like just the thing to do. 

Text and Photos by VJ Singh | Far/Back | Rome, July 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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