“I do not forget that my voice is but one voice, my experience a mere drop in the sea, my knowledge no greater than the visual field in a microscope, my mind’s eye a mirror that reflects a small corner of the world, and my ideas – a subjective confession.”
– Carl Gustav Jung
Featured Travel
Budapest - The Paris of Eastern Europe
Imagine listening to Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsody whilst roaming through the rustic streets of Budapest
The Looking Glass
Take a glimpse through our looking glass
To places far from home
Places both comforting and familiar
Yet seemingly of otherly worlds
These are but cherished fragments
From the vast infinitude of reality
Strings of memories
From the journeys I wish to share
So come wander through the beautiful
That have speckled our winding paths
From the greatest of monuments
To the simple everyday moments
