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Christmas lights still hung above the cloudy streets even in the summer. Among the downtown streets and squares, punctuated by golden domes, people greeted me with a smile as …
At a table where everyone has ordered salads and hummus plates, I have ordered a huge place of sausages and deep-fried potatoes. When the food comes and the waiter …
“See those?” Giorgi points up to the small black figures walking up and down the jagged ridge, “That’s Chechnya. That’s the border patrol.” A patch of blue sky peers …
The call to prayer rings out across valley in Sarajevo. It begins in a small minaret close to me in the district of Kova?i as I wander up the …
When I think of the holiday season, I always think of Germany or Central Europe. There is something about the snow-clad pine forests and historic German towns resembling a …
It’s a hot and sunny Galilee day, 40 A.D. A fisherman wearing a pair of leather sandals casts out a net from a boat into the murky, calm waters …
It’s an overcast October afternoon when Cynthia and I decide to walk down to the Jaffa Flea Market, known here in Tel Aviv as Shuk HaPishpushim, literally, a market of …
Cover photo by Zoltán Perényi for Budapest Local. Getting off the tram in Jászai Mari Square we were all tired and hungry. Wandering the streets of Budapest’s Jewish Quarter …
Once burdened with dilapidation and a bad reputation, the Jewish Quarter in downtown Budapest has risen from the ashes as a hipster phoenix revived by ruin bars, flanked by design shops and …
The mosques are exquisite examples of Islamic architecture, particularly in Istanbul and in Turkey’s largest city you’ll find one round each corner. Five times a day, the haunting call to prayer …
The steamy dome cupolas of the Turkish bath, accented by pin-pricks of light, are a living symbol of Ottoman architecture and heritage. The history of the Turkish bath and the cultural mythology enveloping the hamams of …
“The Turkish cloud making machine is at work again,” says Ashren, our guide, “this always happens when we visit.” Our bus rushes past the Armenian monastery of Khor Virap. …