There is a particular kind of freedom that comes from packing one suitcase and refusing to make a plan.
Three cities. One small bag. A camera. No carefully constructed itinerary.
The first day was chaotic. The second was better. By the third, I had completely forgotten what I was supposed to be doing.
I found small cafés, quiet streets and places I would never have discovered if every hour had been planned in advance.
Sometimes getting lost is just another way of finding something.