There is simply one image that I was drawn to while searching for a boutique hotel to add to my collection of bucket list hotels. You know for that special occasion or to simply pamper myself. The very image below in one from my childhood summer vacation days, perched around a table with extended families, for hours over dinners somewhere in the Mediterranean in a setting exactly as this: Take the tour
Before the pandemic I travelled several times a year to all sorts of destinations. Two years in lock down, and just when it felt safe enough to do the bit of travelling outside of camping and quick getaways, my mother fell ill. Resetting and reprioritizing all of my plans to venture across the pond like the good old days and just immerse myself in all things novel writing worthy. A hundred times I stood in this very spot and snapped a photograph, each time as if it were my first time seeing St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome. Dozens of times I strolled down the narrowest of cobble-stoned streets of Paris. Always in aw over the smallest of villages perched along the hillside along the Amalfi coast. Timeless train travel through Switzerland Right there… …and here Dean Village in Edinburgh Reminders of Days gone by through Ireland I long for it all
What do all these photos have in common – you might ask or not if you are otherwise busy with life or simply disconnected from this madness called the internet. Take a guess – and if you’ve lost your patience trying, proceed to read all about it here:
Last week someone emailed me asking about Paris, since this is their first time planning a trip to my beloved city, and outside of spending an hour or two giving them suggestions on best hotels, restaurants, and walking tours and such, I also sent them these interesting articles:
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