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Hannah Somogyi

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How I remember the world.Slow moments, warm light, and everyday stories.Visuals now available for licensing via the link in bio.Street music in Granada, Spain, with the snow-covered Sierra Nevada mountains in the background. A moment of rhythm, sunlight, and everyday life in Andalusia. by @hannahsgraphy

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If you’re driving through the Gard region of southern France, chances are you’ll pass right by Barjac without a second thought. That would be a mistake.Barjac is small. There are no big monuments, no crowds, and (my favorite) no queues. When you walk by its narrow streets and old honey-colored houses, you’ll find a slower pace of life.The village is built from local stone that turns golden in the evening light. Ivy climbs up the walls of many old houses. Blue shutters and wooden doors add pops of color against the pale stone. It’s the kind of place that looks like a postcard.Walk the streets and you’ll find small cafés and family-run bakeries tucked into buildings that have existed for centuries. One of them: Les Délices de l’Esplanade, a cozy pâtisserie with a lovely outdoor terrace, perfect for a coffee break or a slice of something sweet.Wander Barjac without a map, sit at a café table, and just watch the light change on the old stone walls. by @hannahsgraphy

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Tonle Sap Lake is a giant “wait, what?” moment. Once a year, the Mekong River gets so overflown with monsoon rain that it does something extraordinary: it reverses direction. Water that normally flows out gets pushed back in, and the lake deepens from about one to nine meters.Homes are build on stilts from 6 to 10 meters tall - so that when the flood arrives, families just keep living their lives on the water.During Cambodia’s civil war, the original village was burned and its residents were forced away from the lake. After the war, families began coming back, rebuilding house by house, until the community that exists today - about 3,700 people across three villages - came back to life.Cruising through Kampong Phluk’s flooded mangrove forest, you see trees rising out of water, kids paddling themselves to school, a whole floating economy of fish, gas, and even the occasional karaoke boat. by @hannahsgraphy

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Boccadasse began as a fishing settlement on the Ligurian coast in Italy. Absorbed into Genoa long ago, it still seems to belong to another century.Its narrow bay, pebbled beach, and sunlit façades don’t feel like part of a modern city. They feel more like a well-preserved memory.The Ligurian tradition of painting waterfront houses in bright colors had a practical purpose: fishermen returning from sea needed to recognize their homes from a distance, often through haze, rain, or fading light.So that meant: squinting at the horizon until you spotted your wife’s terrible choice of exterior paint, and steering toward it. by @hannahsgraphy

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Lisbon is one of Europe’s oldest capitals, second only to Athens. It has seen Romans, Moors, kings and earthquakes and it is still, somehow, this beautiful.When you turn a corner at Praça do Comércio, suddenly you’re standing inside these long, pale yellow arches that seem to go on forever.The square itself can get busy - tourists, trams, lots of pigeons - but stepping into the covered walkways feels like stepping into a different pace. For a few minutes, the city gives you a little breathing room.And the most fascinating part: the square was completely destroyed in the catastrophic 1755 earthquake, followed by fires and a tsunami. The arches were all rebuilt from scratch, designed to compete with the grandest squares in Europe. And tucked right under those arches: Martinho da Arcada, Lisbon’s oldest café, open since 1782. Once a favourite gathering spot for writers and intellectuals. It still keeps a table permanently reserved for long-dead poet Fernando Pessoa. Just in case. by @hannahsgraphy

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You sit at the side of the Muello Uno pier, silhouette carved against the Andalusian sea.Your guitar an extension of you, its wood stained by years of salt air. You sit where the land runs out of ideas,a boy with a guitar and a bright red shirtplaying to the tourists, to the gulls, to the looming fortresses on the hill.The wind takes your chorus, a sound that lives deep in hollow wood, and releases it upon the harboruntil the furthest shore feels it. You stop playing and it hits like a tide.The hairs on my arms standing straight up, witnesses to the breath you just stole from me. by @hannahsgraphy

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Le Pont d’Avignon: the famous French bridge that’s been broken for 400 years. It stops right in the middle of the Rhône, like an unfinished construction project.Legend goes, in 1177, a young shepherd named Bénézet was in the French mountains when he heard a divine voice commanding him to go to Avignon and build a bridge over the river. Only, the Rhône wasn’t just a little stream. It’s one of France’s most powerful rivers ╴fast, unpredictable, and subject to catastrophic flooding. Building a bridge over it would have seemed… ambitious.He founded the Bridge Brothers (Frères Pontifes), and construction began. Eight years later, the bridge was finished. Many pilgrims and merchants now had a way to transport their goods to the Mediterranean. Bénézet himself died just before the bridge was done. His relics were kept in a small chapel built right on the bridge, which you can still visit today. Happily ever after. But nature had other plans. Almost from the moment it was finished, the river began crashing into it. Floods damaged it throughout the next centuries. The city kept repairing it, but at some point the cost of constant repairs had become impossible. A catastrophic flooding in 1668 swept away most of what was left. Of the 22 arches, only 4 remain.The dancing, as the famous song goes, actually happened under the bridge on an island. In the Middle Ages, there were taverns and entertainment venues, so people would gather to dance in the shade. Somewhere along the way, “under” the bridge became “on” ╴and a slightly misleading but very catchy legend was born. by @hannahsgraphy

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“An odd thing, souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. You don’t really believe you’re there, and so you nick the proof, or something you mistake for it.”— Margaret AtwoodOutside a souvenir shop on a sunny Granada street, a woman holds a postcard up to the light. Beside her, a man leans in to look. They share a small decision, looking together at a card that costs 50 cents. Each card a curated promise of what you might remember. Flamenco dancers. The Alhambra glowing amber at dusk. Cathedral facades lit in violet twilight. Which version of Granada do you want to carry home?The man leans in with the ease of someone who has been traveling alongside this person for a long time. Long enough for small choices feel unhurried. In an age where we carry every photo on our phone, the act of holding the card, weighing it in your hands, feels nostalgic.Someday, someone will go through their drawers - when their house becomes somewhere you go through - and find a Granada postcard. They’ll be glad their parents once made the decision to buy a postcard on a warm summer afternoon in Granada. by @hannahsgraphy

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On a vibrant street market in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia’s capital city, two vendors stand over the fire, slowly turning bamboo tubes. The air is thick with the smell of burning wood and coconut. Inside the bamboo is lemang: sticky rice soaked in coconut milk, wrapped in banana leaves, and roasted for hours until it becomes soft and smoky. It sounds simple, but it takes patience. And practice. It’s not something they learned from a recipe 🚸It’s something they were shown by their parents, who were shown by theirs. It’s a family tradition during Hari Raya, the celebration that marks the end of Ramadan. People don’t just eat it - they wait for it, prepare it together, talk around it, eat it with spicy dishes 🌙 In a modern city like Kuala Lumpur, where glass towers rise above old neighborhoods and life moves fast, lemang slows things down. It asks for time, attention, and connection. by @hannahsgraphy

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Confessions of a Nazaré Seagull 🐦“My name is Gerdo. I’m a seagull. I live above Nazaré. Always have.From up here on the Sítio cliffs, I can see everything.Your chips. Your sandwich. The people of Nazaré have been pulling fish out of the ocean for centuries,so we don’t have to do it. The peixeiras [women who dry and sell fish] are my favorite humans. They wear embroided aprons and black headscarves. When I spot those, it’s lunch time! They lay the fish out on big racks to dry: mackerel, sardines, octopus… The smell is extraordinary 🐟🐠Summer is fun. The main beach fills with Portuguese families, the air smells of grilled fish. A pastéis de nata left on a wall for 30 seconds is basically mine. These are the rules. Everyone knows this. But winter is when things get weird. The beach empties. No grilled fish. And then the others arrive: humans carrying enormous boards, dressed in tight rubber suits, walking towards the ocean. They get on top of waves the height of buildings,and try not to die.I watch them from my ledge. I have questions.The tourists now come just to watch the waves.They stand on MY cliff, pointing cameras- even at me! I understand though, I’m very photogenic. So no, I will not be relocating.The fish is excellent. The ledge is comfortable.The tourists are careless with food. And I’ve been seeing a true beauty flying around- another seagull, very attractive, excellent wingspan.So there may be eggs on the horizon 🪺Yours truly, Gerdo” by @hannahsgraphy

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On a cliffside in the middle of Portugal, an underwater canyon produces the largest waves on earth. Welcome to Praia do Norte, Nazaré 🌊On the top of the Promontório de Sítio cliff, you have a peaceful view over the coastline. But between October and March - when storms roll in and the swell rises - this cliff is the front row seat for a surfing spectacle.The waves here are not just big, they are almost of impossible hight. A German surfer named Sebastian Steudtner became fascinated by them and studied them for years. In 2020, he would go on to surf a monster wave of 26.21 meters (86 feet). Still the biggest wave that’s ever been surfed on earth. When you’re there in the surfing season, the water is crowded with people on jet ski’s. They help the surfers to enter the wave at exactly the right moment, and - crucially - get them out of the water before the monstrous wave hits them (wipeout) 🏄 by @hannahsgraphy

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Walking along a slow bend of the Regent’s Canal in London, one painted house caught my eye. Not because it’s the biggest house on the stretch, or the fanciest. What makes it so compelling isn’t just the color, it’s the confidence. At some point someone bought this old Victorian house and decided to paint it in bold, bright colors. A colorful boat perfectly passed by in my shot, thanks!For some reason this house reminded me of Pippi Longstocking 🐴👩🏻‍🦰🐒 by @hannahsgraphy

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