Hey Nadejda, ever think about how the layout of a city can hide a secret map of patterns? I find it like a giant puzzle waiting to be solved.

I’m usually chasing the rhythm of the road—where the traffic pulse changes, where a side street suddenly splits into a diagonal, where a block’s shape mirrors an old canal route. Street names, too, are like breadcrumbs; if a row all ends in “‑dale” or “‑field” it hints at a common origin, maybe a farmer’s market or a forgotten valley. Then there’s the way neighborhoods knot together, almost like a spiderweb—some edges are tight and formal, others loose and chaotic. Those shapes usually whisper the city’s growth story, like a secret code left by the planners. If you want to decode it, grab a coffee and let the streets speak.