My Summer Was a Wes Anderson Train Ride*

I’ve always loved the idea that travel can be a story—a film you star in, direct, and occasionally improvise. This summer, I found myself living a Wes Anderson screenplay, complete with pastel-colored suitcases, perfectly timed train rides, and a soundtrack that seemed to hum just for me.

Every café was chosen for its wallpaper. Every street corner, a carefully framed shot. Even the way I packed—two scarves, three hats, color-coordinated outfits—felt like wardrobe design rather than practicality. People probably thought I was a little extra, but honestly? It made the whole trip feel magical.

There’s something deeply satisfying about treating life like a carefully curated scene. It slows time and sharpens senses. And when you live a little visually, even the most mundane moments—waiting for a delayed train, ordering coffee, folding a map—become part of the narrative.

So here’s to trips that feel less like travel and more like a story worth retelling, frame by colorful frame.