Bangkok
A month of heat, street food and the particular calm of a city that is always mid-sentence.
Bangkok was the last stop and the one I expected to like least, and it turned out to be the place I would go back to first. A month there is long enough to stop rushing and start noticing — the rhythm of the rain, the way a neighbourhood feeds itself after dark.
I photographed less here than anywhere else, which probably means I was paying more attention.
