Where to, this season?

Tiled facades, pastel light and the Atlantic at the end of every street.

Granite arcades, port cellars and a river that runs slow.

Late dinners, golden plazas and museums you can walk to.

Modernista ceilings above, the Mediterranean twenty minutes away.

Zinc rooftops, corner bakeries and long light over the Seine.

A hundred villages stitched together by red buses and green parks.

Canal houses leaning gently over the water since 1650.

Cheap coffee, huge rooms and the best Sunday on earth.

Beer gardens at noon, the Alps by the evening train.

The lake, the punctual trains and a mountain on the horizon.

High ceilings, grand foyers and cake at four o'clock sharp.

A thousand spires and coffeehouses that never close a chapter.

Every block is a museum and every dinner is an event.

Courtyards, aperitivo hour and the train to the lakes.

Renaissance light over terracotta roofs and small hill vineyards.

The Parthenon from your balcony and islands on the weekend.

Walls above an emerald sea, islands dotted to the south.

Thermal baths, ruin bars and the Danube wearing lights.

Bikes, harbor swims and design you can sit on.

An archipelago city where the water is always ten steps away.

A castle on a volcano and stories in every stone close.

Two continents, one skyline and tea served everywhere.

The whole world in one grid, open at every hour.

Palm light, deco facades and the sea warm eight months a year.

Canyon hikes, taco stands and golden hour that lasts all day.

Fog rolling over hills, dinner in three neighborhoods.

Live music every night and swimming holes up the road.

Craft markets, modernist houses and the best plates in the Americas.

Cenote mornings, Caribbean afternoons, cactus juice at sunset.

Eternal spring in a valley that never stops flowering.

Cool mountain air, gold museums and Sunday ciclovia.

Paris in a past life, steak and tango in this one.

The Andes watching over glass towers and wine valleys.

A city that eats out seven days a week and never apologizes.

Mountains in the surf and music in the streets.

Inca walls under colonial balconies, trails to clouds.

Midnight ramen, silent gardens and trains to the second.

Wooden machiya lanes and temples wrapped in moss.

Palaces beside neon, hiking trails inside the city.

Hawker breakfasts, garden skylines, a pool on floor 57.

River lights, rooftop bars and kitchens that never sleep.

Temple mornings, mountain air and the original nomad cafe scene.

Rice terraces, reef breaks and coworking by the pool.

Three cuisines on one street and towers in the mist.

Peak hikes before work, dim sum after, ferries in between.

Night markets, hot springs and the politest city rush.

Motorbike rivers, iced coffee and lunch for two dollars.

A beach city with mountain passes for weekend rides.

Art deco by the sea, energy that starts before the sun.

Garden cafes, filter coffee and the engineering pulse of India.

Desert sunrises, skyline dinners and winter at 28 degrees.

Bauhaus blocks, beach sunsets and breakfast all morning.

Table Mountain at your window, penguins down the coast.

Riad courtyards, mint tea and the Atlas mountains beyond.

The only capital with a national park inside the fence.

Harbor swims before standup and ferries as transport.

Laneway espresso, gallery afternoons, four seasons in a day.

Volcano walks, island ferries and black-sand coastlines.

Alpine lake light and mountains that make you stare.