If you missed Part 1 of my Bordeaux re-cap, have a look here 🙂
I absolutely love the featured photo for this entry. It was just a quick, random snap on my walk around town. But when I was looking through my travel photos this one stood out to me somehow, and I felt that it brought me back to the feeling of being in Bordeaux and just taking in the life and sights of the place. The image captures the every-day, the banal: running one’s hands through one’s hair, attending to customers. Yet it also captures the meaningful too: a moment of contemplation, chatty vibes with friends, a candid smile, a distracted look of annoyance. Bordeaux was definitely the perfect place to people-watch because of the mild climate and the myriad outdoor cafes, restaurants, and bars dotted around the centre.
There were plenty of young people hanging out by the harbour with their boom boxes, families playing in the Miroir d’eau (the Water Mirror – a shallow reflective pool!), skaters and rollerbladers gliding past.
The two photos below, of the little girl on the scooter, have got to be some of my favourite shots from this trip! Just look at how carefree, how free-spirited, how youthful summers can be – it makes me nostalgic for my own childhood.
I could honestly have spent the entire summer here, and that’s saying something considering how much I love being “at home” in Copenhagen! I don’t think I’ve felt like I could live in another city besides Copenhagen until I visited Bordeaux, but I could definitely give it a go if I had the chance 🙂 I mean, just look at how stunning this city is:
The golden hour photos I took in this city were really something of a vibe too. They look like movie stills to me – walking around the place made me feel like I was in some indie French film.
Yes, you could definitely say I’m really romanticizing this place, like a typical tourist in France 😉 Can you blame me, though? It’s a pity we got to spend only a couple of hours here really. Our hotel for the night was outside the city. But as you’ve seen in this two-part recap, it was a lovely few hours, and we certainly made the most of it. My partner and I will be back here in the near enough future, I’m sure!
This travel re-cap will be in two parts, because I just have so many shots I want to share with you from Bordeaux! I fell in love with the city as soon as we got into town. I also immediately got the feeling that it would be somewhere enjoyable to live. There’s just something about it – it’s got all the zest, elegance, and artsy charm comparable to a city like Paris, but nowhere near as touristy, busy, or dirty as France’s capital. It’s sunnier and more relaxed here. It was a perfect day for a good few scoops of ice cream, as you will see.
If Paris is overrated, Bordeaux is the opposite – I hardly hear about people visiting Bordeaux, nor talk about it except in the context of wine, wine, wine. I think this place is totally underrated as a city break – definitely worth a visit! I’ll let you be the judge, but I dare you not to fall in love with the place too… 🙂
Keep your eyes peeled for the next travel re-cap, because there are even more incredible photos I will share with you from this wonderful city. 🙂
We crossed over the to the French border from Germany on our second day with no issues. Our next stopover was Orléans, in France. Mask laws were more or less the same in France as they were in Germany (masks in shops, public transport, etc.) but in general mask-wearing was more common in France, and the level of new infections increased quite dramatically in the days we were in France, so I think by the time we left a new rule had been implemented that asked everybody to observe mask-wearing in public spaces in general.
Orléans is not necessarily the most well kept place overall, but the centre had a lively vibe – there were lots of people out to eat, drink, and be merry on the cobbled streets.
The difference in our hotel breakfast really indicated to us that we were in France…madeleines, croissants, pain au chocolats awaited us when we left in the morning 😉
The destination of our first day in the roadtrip was Köln (Cologne), in Germany. It was probably the longest drive of the entire trip. We arrived early evening, but spent around an hour or so looking for (rather, stressing out about…haha) parking.
Afterwards, though, we had the opportunity to meet with some old friends/colleagues I knew in Bristol (who are from Germany originally) because they happened to be in the area over this period. I hadn’t seen them much even when I was still living in the UK, because of the whole pandemic situation this year. So it was truly a blessing to be able to see my friends, and it was lovely to catch up and be shown around town by them. A great start to our road trip!
Most of the photographs I took in this city were in evening/night time. Köln is a great place to walk around in the evening by the river – loved the impressive silhouette of the cathedral. I hope you enjoy these shots!
This summer has been one of tears, goodbyes, joy, light, and love. It’s been an emotional rollercoaster. Yesterday I cried because I talked to some of my friends back in the UK and I missed the life I had there and all the wonderful people I still know there. I cried because I don’t know when I will be able to see my closest friends again in person. I cried because I’ve been through a lot of frustrations and obstacles to get to where I am now. I cried because I’ve had to say goodbyes. I cried for the bittersweet memories and the unresolved stories I left behind.
But I also smiled because my life in Denmark is better than I could ever have imagined. I’m meeting all the goals I’ve set for myself at work, I have great colleagues, I’m finally getting enough sleep (ish…), I’m in a relationship with someone I see a real future with (which is really saying something), I’m actually getting invited to parties, and I’m just making the most of the good life and not taking a single second of it for granted.
Since the start of my 20s, I’ve either spent my summers in Korea or the UK, or doing little trips around Europe. Talk about pre-pandemic privilege! With the exception of last summer, when I finished up my PhD and took up a temporary full-time office job while looking for my first academic post, I have always felt the desire to move around or explore someplace new. Some of that desire was genuine curiosity and a sense of spontaneity, but it was also a way for me to while away my dissatisfactions. I kept wanting a taste of change, a different environment, because I often felt like whatever I had or was doing just wasn’t it. Going ‘away’ inspired me, and allowed me to indulge the most cliched fantasies of possibility: I’d be a writer in NYC, a fashionista in Paris, a curator in London. I felt like a dreamer passing through an ocean of opportunities whenever I found myself exploring a new place or a big city.
Since finishing up my PhD in 2019, I knew I had to get serious about my future and do a little less of the physical travelling and a lot more of the spiritual, speculative kind of travelling. I couldn’t just jet off to a romantic city every now and again and pretend myself a chic, free, burden-less cosmopolitan citizen (and let’s be honest, you actually have to be quite privileged to sustain that kind of jet-setting mobility). I’ve had to ask myself where I want to be in a year’s time, 5 years time, 10 years time. I’ve had to ask myself what country I’d like to work in – and how far out in the world I am willing to go for the kind of career I want. I’ve had to reflect on what adventure, stability, and home mean to me, and what it is that I value most about life and all that can be experienced within it. I’ve had to think about the kinds of relationships I could and could not part with. And as I’ve discussed countless times on this blog, the answers to these questions were never set in stone or obvious to me. This is because my life and my identity has always been defined by being away from my country of birth. I never really felt like I had an existential constant, or anchor, that served as a foundation for the answer to my purpose.
I think part of that lack of an anchor has to do with my perceived lack of an identity which for most people is greatly shaped by the cultural, legal, and in many ways moral membership to their country/nation/state. Let me put this in the form of a trivial example. In the Western world, the number 13 is considered unlucky if you are superstitious. Where I’m from originally, it is not so – but number 4 is considered unlucky. There’s little things, quirks of culture and belief, that never ‘added up’ from where I stood because I would have the ability to inhabit multiple worlds simultaneously. And those worlds were in constant tension: Does my intuition tell me that the number 13 is bad, or is it 4? How am I supposed to decide which belief systems I pledge my loyalties to? And why does any of it matter? Did my cosmopolitan attitude actually erode the stability of whatever ‘personal identity’ I have?
I’ve met so many people for whom purpose seems to come easy. To them, it’s like, I was meant to become a parent and start a family. I was meant to give back to my country. I want to settle in _____. And I’ve always had this sense that their ability to, literally and spiritually, locate themselves as a stable member of some spatio-temporal environment, was what allowed them to see their purpose.
Don’t get me wrong – it’s not that I don’t have my goals or principles. I want to be a good person. I want to better myself. I want to take care of my friends and family. I want to foster meaningful connections. I want all the universal things that I like to imagine everybody else wants in their life too. It’s just that I also have to ask: Ok, but which country to do you belong? Where are you going to settle to achieve all those things? Do ‘your people’ actually accept you? Where are you supposed to buy a permanent property? What happens if you have a cultural clash with the person you want to be with? Whatever objectives I had, they’ve always been complicated by questions regarding immigration, citizenship, integration, and belonging.
Like many others, I so desperately wanted to make 2020 ‘my’ year – a fresh start in a new decade. My first academic job contract was due to end in May 2020 and I had to find something to do next. But then the pandemic spread all across Europe and I had no idea where I could go given all the chaos. I could barely hold it together the first three months of 2020. It took blood, sweat and tears for me to figure out how not to get deported from the UK when my visa ran out mid-pandemic, to stay in Europe, not have to move back in with my parents all the way in Korea, and somehow land my dream job – all at the same time.
And what do you know, I somehow managed to figure it out in the nick of time, and now I’m here. The answer I was looking for all year was Denmark.
It’s now been 3 months since I relocated to Copenhagen, and I’m so grateful. The world has shown itself to be a scary place, full of tragedy, disappointment, resentment, violence, fear. And we can probably all agree that 2020 has been a dark and disastrous time, on many levels, for humanity on the whole. We’ve collectively and individually ached for the things, people, and ideals lost so early on in the new decade. But I take my experience of this year thus far as a true gift, in spite of the tears I’ve shed. I will forever count myself lucky to be able to say that I’ve thrived and endured in my own way, at this strange juncture in human history.
I’ve started to appreciate the beauty of staying put in one place, making do with what is, observing the interesting and beautiful things around me, caring more about those that mean the most to me, and learning to love the small and simple things. The work I put in all year to be right here has meant that my life doesn’t consist of fantasies and dreams anymore. Rain or sunshine, my wish is my life. I cherish it, and I’m content. I’ve been chilling, working, living, meeting new people, and enjoying the city at a very leisurely pace. This country is not perfect, nor is it ‘my’ country by any means, but it’s a beautiful stopover if nothing else. I look at these photos I’ve taken over the summer below and honestly think the city is a sight to behold at every single hour of the day. I’m here to embrace it and make the most of the experiences it has to offer me as a young and ambitious woman trying to live a good life, a beautiful life, a meaningful life. That’s all I can do to continually create my own realm and sense of belonging. And the beautiful memories I’ve made this summer make my heart sing. I hope I can look back on this time, Summer of 2020, and remember that life can be simple yet full of meaning. A life worth living.
Hej. I’m just dropping in to say thanks for your support in helping me grow this tiny little corner of the cloud – there’s now apparently 1000 of you subscribed to my blog 🙂 It’s not a lot, and honestly I only started this blog so I have somewhere to organize my photos and to share my journey with the few friends who might care to keep up with me. But it’s actually cool to receive feedback from you and to see that many of you are taking an interest in the beautiful city of Copenhagen. I really do hope these images help you enjoy some of the magic of the city from afar, and that you feel inspired to visit when it’s viable to do so 🙂
I’ve honestly been really busy enjoying my summer in recent weeks, especially now that the weather has taken a turn for the better, so I haven’t done much photo editing recently. But I’ve been taking my camera everywhere in the meantime and have now accumulated a great many images of some amazing memories and places. I’ve literally got thousands and thousands of photos that I need to sort through for when I have a free moment! I really want to share all of them now, but I guess I’ll just have to stagger out my posts 🙂 But if you’ve been liking my photos so far, please do stick around for more because they’re just going to get better and better!
I’ve also decided Sundays will be for posts of museums for the time being, so I hope you will enjoy the ‘Sunday Museum’ posts I will line up soon.
Now I just can’t resist sharing a good sunset/golden hour, so I’ll leave you with some dazzling shots around The Lakes.
I’ve been sharing so many snaps of Copenhagen lately you’d think I’d forgotten about Bristol. But I lived in Bristol for close to 6 years, so I’ve still got some places to share with you yet 🙂
Ashton court and Leigh woods was great place for quarantine/lockdown walks. The woodland and open meadow are quite spacious and you’re surrounded by some picturesque scenes. And if you live more centrally, without a bike or a car, I reckon this is pretty much the only big ‘nature’ walk you can get within walking distance to the city centre. Check it out:
I have some not-so-good news. My trusty old Canon Rebel T3i (a rather old model of Canon’s entry-level DSLR, which all the photos on my blog are taken with, excepting a few phone snaps) has broken down after all these years, thanks to…the rain. Such is Danish summer. It was just the other day that I went out for a walk around this exact area, it hadn’t rained all day, and I took some photos of dramatic rain clouds. On my cycle back home, however, it suddenly started pouring down. It was less like rain and more like a flood of waterfall from the heavens, I’ve never experienced such intense rainfall in my life. Of course the rain then subsided just in time for me to step back home sniffling and absolutely soaked head-to-toe. Unfortunately my camera somehow got wet inside my backpack (which I covered with my umbrella) and it has just stopped working since. Thankfully my lens and memory card seems fine so I will at least be able to share some of my rainy/cloudy shots with you at some point. I’m not too sad about the camera, though this is now unfortunately my second camera which has broken, because I am definitely on the market for a camera upgrade 🙂 I’m honestly torn between getting another DSLR – I’ve owned and loved my trusty Canon DSLRs over 10+ years – and a more compact mirrorless camera. I am so indecisive about these kind of things. Any of you camera-lovers have any advice for an amateur like me?
Anyhow – you’ll have to make do with these dry golden-hour shots I took a couple weeks back by the Playhouse in town 🙂 I’ve got a backlog of many more wonderful scenes from Denmark to share with you in general, so there will be plenty more photos in the coming weeks.
These set of pictures in particular make me so happy. I mean, there’s an aesthetic overload going on here. The clean lines, the neat patterns, the angular structures, the glass, the golden hour reflections, the bright yellow water taxi, the cyclist’s bridge, the social spaces. It’s a memorable place and perfect for an evening stroll close to town. I am reminded yet again to try and get out a bit more and make the most of the late sunset hours when it’s sunny enough to be outside (maybe with a new camera next time)!
I’ve already posted quite a few photos by Bristol Harbour on my blog. But I have so many photographs of this place from my walks before I left for Denmark, so here are a couple in the afternoon/evening light.
Yesterday evening I met up with a fellow photographer/hobbyist to take a couple of shots around town for golden hour. I can’t emphasise enough the fact that Copenhagen on a summer evening is definitely the place to be. The vibes are good: there’s food, there’s music, and the sun takes forever to set. I’ll leave you with some shots from the iconic Nyhavn harbour (which was relatively uncrowded thankfully – not so keen on the place when there’s big crowds)
Hope you enjoyed this photo-heavy post, have a great weekend 🙂