Stories from travels in

Mary Murphy

Corfu, Greece

I forget sometimes that planes and trains aren’t the only way to travel. There are ferries, too. We were heading to southern Albania and had

Hamburg, Germany

I wasn’t in Hamburg long enough to do it justice. I literally had a few hours to get a taste of what seems to be

Framed photo on a while wall. The photo is of a wall onwhich is written Und hier war einst ein KZ (and here was once a concentration camp)

Neuengamme, Germany

In the German hamlet of Neuengamme, a short drive from Hamburg and Geesthacht sits a sobering reminder of man’s inhumanity to man – a concentration

Geesthacht: Germany’s powder chamber

Watching the Netflix series Transatlantic I was surprised to hear someone say that they hadn’t met since Geesthacht. Until recently, I’d never heard of this

Rönök, Hungary: The iron curtain

I’m easily distracted. Especially if I don’t have a deadline. Driving to Graz, Austria, we watched the slow metamorphosis of the villages as we moved

in the foreground, a wooden sign on a post in white paint reads REMETE - hungarian for HERMITGAE. It sits in a field with a forest to the right and blue sky in the background

Nagykapornak, Hungary

Ah, the number of times we’ve driven through Nagykapornak on our way to and from the county seat of Zalaegerszeg. We’d spot the twin domes

Genoa, Italy

There’s an earthiness about the Italian city of Genoa (Genova) that appeals to me. Perhaps it’s because it’s a port city. Maybe it’s because of

Sunlight bathing an apartment building in bright yellow

Milan, Italy

For someone so attached to old stuff, I’m enjoying whatever detour it is that I’m on. I’m a huge fan of tradition and have, on