Photographs from the Silk Road

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I took too many photographs of buildings and landscapes along the Silk Road. My overland journey took me through China, Central Asia, Russia, and Europe, from May to September 2016. A full set of pictures can be found on Flickr.
Location: Bangkok, Thailand

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