The irony of cities is that they can be such isolating places, not communities so much as collections of solitary figures keeping distance in work and in daydreams. Carolyn McLaughlin sends these pictures from Istanbul.
“What will happen,” asks Rachel Pieh Jones, “when Beirut’s temporary landfills overflow or if the ocean-side dump is blocked because of environmental damage?”
Rachel Pieh Jones goes looking for a waterfall in the Djiboutian desert: “I tried to keep my expectations low. I know how little water there is in the desert, how unlikely it is to fall in substantial cascades.”
Rachel Pieh Jones writes from Forli, (adopted) home of dictators, bell towers, pseudo-historical scandal, and perhaps the world’s most beautiful prison.
As we grieve and fume and await justice for the victims of the terror attack at Ataturk airport, we offer this collection of stories from our favorite city on earth.