No app. No battery. No blue dot.A city on one sheet, drawn by someone who walked every street on it, printed on paper that opens to a table and folds to a pocket. Twenty-four cities. One at a time.
Order a mapEight panels, concertina, on 80-gram paper that's been folded ten thousand times in a machine before we trusted it with your coat. Opens with one hand. Closes with two.
Every map has a name on the back: the person who did the walking. They pick what goes on. A bench with a view goes on. A chain hotel doesn't. A staircase that's a shortcut goes on, and is the reason people write to us.
Twenty-one are done. Three are being walked. The map you order today is the one drawn this decade, and it's the same for everyone; we don't personalise, we edit.
The tram lines in red because you'll use them, the viewpoints in ochre because that's what they are, and the hills drawn so you believe them.
Drawn to the walking scale, not the bus scale. The east side is a separate panel because it's a separate day.
Half drawn. The old port is finished; the north isn't. We'll say when. Pre-orders are open and refundable, because a year is a long time.
A map is an argument about what matters in a place. Ours are made slowly enough to have the argument properly.
Fourteen pounds, posted flat, anywhere. Twenty-one cities in stock, three on the way. If yours isn't here, tell us; the list of next cities is a list of letters.
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