Posting a photo was a way of showing that you took part in the aspirational international non-place, the always-and-never home of the hypermobile twenty-first-century creative traveler. I appreciated the effect—after all, I had sought out that experience of sameness and achieved it. But there was also something missing: I wasn’t surprising myself with the unfamiliar during traveling, just reaffirming the superiority of my own sense of taste by finding it in a new place. Maybe that’s why it felt hollow.
