Follow the runners. It never fails to deliver something interesting. I followed them right this morning rather than left and enjoyed the most beautiful 6-mile run on the port of Helsinki. Unlike American runners I’m used to (every single person giving you a wave, a ‘how are you,’ a ‘good morning,’ a hi-five), the Finns are wonderfully determined and private. No highs, no hellos, just a nod pointing the way. I loved it.

Such a satisfaction to tuck a city into the palm of your hand. Walk it. Run it. Breathe it in as you sit in the cafes and talk and smile with people. Helsinki feels like that, accommodated by being so beautifully laid out and on the small side compared to some of the other territories I’ve tried to get to know.