Lena Marchetti · Writer & photographer

The person behind the journal

Lena
On the road

Hello — I’m Lena.

Meridiana started on a delayed ferry between two Greek islands, with a notebook and nowhere to be. I had spent four years writing itineraries that moved people through places at speed, and I had begun to suspect we were all missing the point.

So I started travelling the other way round: one town at a time, a day longer than planned, following whoever was carrying the best-looking bag of tomatoes. This journal is what came of it — long lunches, night trains, market mornings, and the places guidebooks are always in too much of a hurry to notice.

Everything here is written after the fact, slowly, from notebooks that smell faintly of lemon. I photograph it all myself, on film when I remember to bring it.

Lena

The story

How Meridiana came to be

A delayed ferry, and nowhere to be

The beginning

A delayed ferry, and nowhere to be

Four years of writing fast itineraries ended on a bench in a harbour, waiting for a boat that was in no hurry. I had a notebook, a bag of apricots and the slow realisation that everything I had been recommending moved people past the good part.

What slow actually means here

The rhythm

What slow actually means here

Not doing less — doing it at the town’s speed. Markets at seven because that is when they happen. Nothing at three because nothing happens at three. Dinner at nine, because that is when the neighbours sit down. The itinerary follows the place, never the other way round.

Why every story is written late

The notebook

Why every story is written late

Nothing goes up while I am still there. A place needs a few months to settle before it is honest — which meal actually mattered, which view I have already forgotten, which street I would walk again. Then I write it, from notebooks that smell faintly of lemon.

What this journal promises

Nothing is sponsored quietly

If a stay or a meal was paid for by someone else, it says so at the top of the story. Always has.

Every place is one I stayed in

No press-trip roundups of towns I passed through. If it is in the journal, I slept there and ate there.

Written months after, on purpose

Stories are published once the place has settled — not while the espresso is still warm.

As seen in

WanderlustSlow LivingCoastal JournalThe Long WayCucina Piccola

The itinerary is the enemy of the journey.

— the first line I wrote on that ferry

Say hello, or work together

Questions about a place, an idea for a story, or a project you think fits — all welcome.