Wandering
Dispatches from trips taken together and apart — ferries, slow trains, and mornings in unfamiliar rooms.
—By Mara Lindqvist, Soren Baek
A Sunday in Corvel
We weren't passing through Corvel. We had no reason to be there. That turned out to be exactly the right reason.
—By Soren Baek
The Island in October
Mara had been the previous summer and described it carefully. I went in October, when it was empty. We saw a completely different place.
—By Mara Lindqvist
The Slow Train to Halvern
Soren had found the train on an old regional map. Four hours through the interior, no reservations required, stops at places too small to name. He said it would be fine. It was better than fine.