Francesco Lastrucci

3 weeks ago | yahoo.com | Stephen Phelan |Francesco Lastrucci

The fall of the ancient Maya civilisation came gradually — as did the disappearance of its centres of power, each one slowly reclaimed by the creeping jungle. Mighty cities were lost for centuries, biding their time beneath thick drapes of vines and moss like dust sheets. In Guatemala, after the curtain was drawn back, hoards of artefacts eventually made their way to the National Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology in Guatemala City, one of the largest troves of Maya antiques.

1 month ago | yahoo.com | Stephen Phelan |Francesco Lastrucci

Livingston is not an island, but it exists so separately from the rest of Guatemala that locals use the word ‘mainland’ to mean everywhere beyond its boundaries. Triple-isolated on the east coast by rainforest, river and saltwater, this small fishing town is cut off from the national road network and only accessible by boat.

Nov 20, 2024 | smithsonianmag.com | Ellen Ruppel Shell |Francesco Lastrucci

Travel | In the young, tiny nation, inventive chefs are putting their own twists on classic regional dishes, using river trout, berries and other locally sourced delicacies to create some of the hautest cuisine around Every culture has a cuisine that tells its story. Slovenia—a Lilliputian nation about the size of New Jersey but with less than a quarter of its population—has many stories to tell.

Oct 26, 2024 | nationalgeographic.com | Duncan Craig |Francesco Lastrucci

This article was produced by National Geographic Traveller (UK). The crowds that flock to Lake Bled like parched game to an African watering hole don’t bother Simon Koščak in the slightest. He watches them with perplexed detachment from his lofty vantage point, six miles away and more than 5,000ft up. This is Roblekov Dom — Slovenia’s prettiest and most totemic mountain hut.

Sep 28, 2024 | nationalgeographic.com | Duncan Craig |Francesco Lastrucci

This article was produced by National Geographic Traveller (UK). Bakary Tamba surveys his neat kingdom of sand, and smiles. The folded cream parasols on his patch of the Adriatic coastline stretch almost to the water’s edge, all perfectly aligned. The fine, blonde expanse is manicured and already warm to the touch. Offshore, a small yacht is coaxing a few knots from the morning breeze. All is as it should be — save for the absence of people. But they’ll come. They always do.