The Case for Bad Timing
7pm trains, quiet monuments, main-character energy
A few weeks ago, I wrote about Venice After Dark…about how cities shift once the day’s tourist performance winds down and the locals quietly reclaim their city. This week, I want to expand on that idea, because my recent trip has made me realize something that’s really so simple, but also a major travel boss move:
Some of my most memorable travel moments have happened when I did things at the wrong time.
Not reckless-wrong. Not inconvenient for the sake of being edgy.
Just slightly off the schedule everyone else seems to follow.
Pisa, After Everyone Went Home
Like usual, I was trying to do too much.
I had built a trip that made perfect sense on paper and absolutely no sense in reality. (I swear, I didn’t use ChatGPT and it’s notorious inability to try and cram too much in to plan it!) I was running out of hours and had two choices: skip something I genuinely wanted to see, or find a way to stretch the day just a little longer.
So I did what might apparently become my new default solution to everything: I went for a run, ate dinner, and then took a 7pm train to Pisa.
No sunrise alarm. No golden hour photo chasing.
Just…after dark.
By the time I arrived, the city felt like it had closed up shop for the day. The river reflected light instead of noise. Streets were still alive to a different degree, but unhurried. It wasn’t empty, it was simply no longer trying to accommodate anyone and everyone.
And when I finally reached the “Field of Miracles”, it hit me how different the experience felt.
There it was. Leaning, iconic, and completely unconcerned with being admired.
No crowds pressing forward. No choreography of photos (although I did catch one couple still trying to do the iconic “holding up the tower” pose). No sense that I needed to hurry up and “get it done.” I could walk slowly. I could circle it. I could stop taking photos and just look.
For once, the Tower wasn’t competing with the experience around it.
I don’t really subscribe to the idea of “must-see” places. Travel shouldn’t be a checklist. But let’s be honest: some places are famous because they genuinely deserve to be.
They take your breath away.
They just do it more quietly when you’re not sharing the moment with thousands of other people doing the exact same thing at the exact same time.
Not better than anyone else’s experience. Just better for me.
Night Isn’t the Only “Wrong” Time
This idea isn’t limited to going places after dark.
It’s about choosing moments when destinations aren’t optimized for visitors, when the experiences and stories you encounter are shaped more by local life than by demand.
That might mean traveling through Europe in winter once you look beyond skiing and Christmas markets. Or visiting somewhere like Dubai in July, when the temperature hits 45°C and you start to understand how people actually adapt, slow down, and live within the extremes rather than escaping them.
Weather changes behavior.
Timing changes tone.
And the “wrong” season often reveals what the “right” one hides.
When you go at the “wrong” time, you stop chasing highlights and start noticing details. Who is still out walking. Which cafés and restaurants are open because they’re part of daily life, not because they’re trending. How cities function when they’re not being consumed.
That’s when places stop feeling like destinations and start feeling like communities.
This Isn’t About Avoiding People
This isn’t anti-tourism, and it’s definitely not about gatekeeping experiences.
Travel is a privilege, and it’s a good thing that more people than ever get to see the world. But authenticity doesn’t come from being first or alone, it comes from timing, patience, and the willingness to step slightly outside the obvious plan.
Go later.
Go colder.
Go hotter.
Go when the schedule says you shouldn’t.
Because sometimes the most meaningful travel moments happen when you stop optimizing and simply show up: after the crowds, after the noise, after the checklist goes quiet.
For me, that night in Pisa sealed it.
I think this might be my favorite way to see famous places going forward.
After dinner.
After dark.
After everything else has settled.