Canvas & Chronicles by Aanya Shen
First Journey Day 78: The Watchful River
Grodno welcomed me with a cloudy sky that couldn't decide whether to clear up or cry. The air was chilly, carrying the final whispers of fall. I started my day...
First Journey Day 78: The Watchful River
Grodno welcomed me with a cloudy sky that couldn't decide whether to clear up or cry. The air was chilly, carrying the final whispers of fall. I started my day...
First Journey Day 77: Brewed Reverie
The day started with light rain as I walked the streets of Brest. The gray skies did not diminish my spirits. The Brest Regional Museum was a sanctuary. I discovered...
First Journey Day 77: Brewed Reverie
The day started with light rain as I walked the streets of Brest. The gray skies did not diminish my spirits. The Brest Regional Museum was a sanctuary. I discovered...
First Journey Day 76: The Silent Observer
Today, I wandered around Minsk, the capital of Belarus. Cloudy skies and light rain added charm to the city's streets and architecture. Even though it was cold, I could still...
First Journey Day 76: The Silent Observer
Today, I wandered around Minsk, the capital of Belarus. Cloudy skies and light rain added charm to the city's streets and architecture. Even though it was cold, I could still...
First Journey Day 75: Guardian of the Gallery
Snow dusts Moscow as I wander museum halls, then warm to a café window—an evening of gratitude, winter light, and the quiet watch of a gallery guardian.
First Journey Day 75: Guardian of the Gallery
Snow dusts Moscow as I wander museum halls, then warm to a café window—an evening of gratitude, winter light, and the quiet watch of a gallery guardian.
First Journey Day 74: Borscht and Ballet
Gray rain in Moscow, a night at the Bolshoi, and a warm bowl of borscht—an evening where the city glows in puddles and the art leads the way.
First Journey Day 74: Borscht and Ballet
Gray rain in Moscow, a night at the Bolshoi, and a warm bowl of borscht—an evening where the city glows in puddles and the art leads the way.
First Journey Day 73: Samovar Silhouettes
In St. Petersburg’s winter light, a samovar glows in a quiet tea room where conversation and small kindnesses outshine the cold.
First Journey Day 73: Samovar Silhouettes
In St. Petersburg’s winter light, a samovar glows in a quiet tea room where conversation and small kindnesses outshine the cold.