Never Been Abroad

Author: iSab

  • Charcoal sketch of a Buenos Aires avenue of balconied buildings at dusk - never been abroad

    Buenos Aires

    I have wanted to fly the whole length of the earth to Buenos Aires for years — the far city I suspect I would understand before I left the airport.

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  • Charcoal sketch of a wide changeable sky over the low Melbourne city, half bright and half storm, tram wires across the foreground and a thin line of the bay - never been abroad

    Melbourne

    Melbourne is the city I have built almost entirely out of weather and side streets — a place that changes its mind four times before lunch.

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  • Charcoal sketch of Montreal under snow seen from the mountain, grey rooftops running down to the wide frozen river, the great dome of the oratory faint on the high ground - never been abroad

    Montreal

    Montreal is the city I think of as a clerical error — a piece of Europe entered, somehow, in the wrong column of the atlas.

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  • Charcoal sketch of the Danube dividing hilly Buda from flat Pest at dusk, the river wide and pale between them, a bridge low across it - never been abroad

    Budapest

    Budapest is two cities that married late and kept separate beds — a flat one and a hilly one, with a grey river running down the gap between them.

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  • Charcoal sketch of a wide brown tidal river between low mangrove-forest banks under a big hazy sky, a small boat on the water - never been abroad

    Sundarbans

    The Sundarbans are my own home state’s wild edge — the world’s largest mangrove forest where the great rivers meet the sea, and the tiger that swims between islands.

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  • Charcoal sketch of a glass skyline along the shore of a vast flat frozen lake, a tall needle among the towers, cold clear light - never been abroad

    Toronto

    Toronto is a flat, orderly city on the shore of an inland sea — the whole world resettled politely along a frozen lake, the New-World city so many like me went to.

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  • Charcoal sketch of a dense low city along a wide brown river, scooters and markets below, a colonial spire, heat-haze - never been abroad

    Ho Chi Minh City

    Ho Chi Minh City — the old Saigon — a hot riverine city of a million scooters and French-colonial bones, shadowed by a war I grew up watching on the news.

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  • Charcoal sketch of a grand columned gate at the head of a wide boulevard, the low city beyond in grey light - never been abroad

    Berlin

    Berlin is a city cut in half and stitched back together within living memory — its hardest history left out in the streets rather than shut in a museum.

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  • Charcoal sketch of red-tiled rooftops tumbling down hills to a wide river estuary, a great red bridge beyond in soft light - never been abroad

    Lisbon

    Lisbon is a city of light and tiles at the western edge of Europe — a faded sea-empire that once sailed off the end of the map, and the man who never sailed at all.

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  • Charcoal sketch of the great ruined amphitheatre and ancient ruins among ochre rooftops, a dome standing beyond in warm haze - never been abroad

    Rome

    Rome is the city half my schoolbooks came from — a living town built on and out of the ancient world, antiquity underfoot among the traffic, never seen.

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