Old shop boards
Old shop boards make me think about all the invisible hands behind a street. A faded edge. A letter repaired in a different shade.
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Some of my favourite moments in a city have very little to do with the ‘places to see’. It’s usually an old doorway I almost walked past. A ferry moving at its own pace. The passion fruit I picked up from a tree that tasted yummy. Or a street slowly waking up while the rest of the city is still figuring out its morning.
That’s why I walk. I love the feeling of turning into a lane, sometimes with a plan, sometimes with no real plan, and coming out with a story about a person, a craft, a building, a plate of food, or some everyday ritual I knew nothing about an hour earlier.
👋 on foot, in Madras
Every so often I organize a walk through Madras on foot: Mylapore’s lanes, old shop boards, buildings that were built for this heat. Small group, slow pace, lots of stopping. The next one is announced on Instagram.

Tell me about a street in your city I should walk. I read every message, and some of them turn into walks.
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