“A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it.” Michelangelo Buonarroti
After a week in Florence, gazing upon so much fabulous Renaissance art and architecture, my eyes were beginning to ache with the beauty of it all. Seriously, they really were.
Even if you fight against it, there is a point where it becomes easy to slide into a sort of nonchalance if your days are literally saturated with something you love this much…
Last winter, a friend and I rented an apartment in Paris. From the giant solid-wood doors that led into our charming little courtyard we could see the majestic stature of Notre Dame, just a couple of blocks away.
Paris is one of my all time favourite cities and wandering the streets of Paris is a joy in itself.
The Eiffel Tower, The Louvre etc are all must-sees of course, but by simply wandering you invariably stumble upon the real treasures that Paris has to offer:
Browsing the stalls of the Bouquinistes (antiquarian and used booksellers) that line the Left and Right banks of the Seine; sampling one of the 33 flavours of ice cream from the famous Berthillon ice creamery on the Ile Saint-Louis; or the sensory explosion of the open air food markets on Rue Mouffetard in the Latin Quarter. Read more
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