I keep an eye on The New Yorker for anything travel-related, but somehow missed an outstanding article published in November by Ariel Levy, who says: “There is nothing I love more than travelling to a place where I know nobody, and where everything will be a surprise, and then writing about it.” I’ve read it now, thanks to my colleague Alastair Sooke, the art critic, who emailed me a link to it. He says, “I read it while flying to Boston on a shoot, and suddenly found, to my embarrassment, that there were tears streaming down my face.’” That’s probably introduction enough. I urge you to read the piece.