Why is it that we like to eat cute things? Is it the inner sadist? I’m not sure. But Taiwan seems to sure be fond of its darkly adorable food. For example: this pork bun in the shape of a pig.
The above are only a sample of the vast contents of my bag. My doctor tells me to bring water and sunblock. Photography demands a camera. My art teacher says carry a sketch book everywhere. My writing teacher advises a novel and a notebook. Fashion magazines require mascara, coverup, foundation. (But I have given up on those.) Life asks for a phone, money, keys. The physiotherapist frowns.
What do you bring on your travels?
I’m still in Taipei, it is a strange and lovely place. As varied as any city.
Night & Day:
Note the three little dogs in the basket.
Sometimes, when you are in foreign place it is the tiniest things that count. I’ve been in Taipei for two days, and of course, I take pictures of all the wrong things. A small flower at the bus stop, cynical cats, an apartment block on a grey day. But these are the things I want to remember the small sweet pleasures. The beauties that I can hold onto.