Europe holds a charm for travelers that few other continents can boast of, and I finally have my own Eurotrip to write about.
Paris to me was a canvas of architectural brilliance. Forget the Notre Dame and the Eiffel tower, unforgettable as they might be; every nook of Paris has a tastefully carved structure worth gazing up at.
I was irresistibly drawn into the boulangeries and pattiseries littered all across Paris, and every croissant and panini smelt of freshness. I couldn’t however, see the romance in the streets of Paris or the charm in strolling along the river Seine, together with flocks ofother tourists. I couldn’t feel the energy of the city. But perhaps that’s just me. Perhaps it’s a city that, like many other cities, grows on you. Perhaps the images of Paris I conjured in my mind were too imaginative.
I’m glad we got away to the countryside of France and saw the Europe I had dreamt about. The train to Annecy was a blanket of green, littered with the occasional huts and fields, and affording us our first view of the French Alps.
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I’m the founder of this award-winning travel blog about offbeat and sustainable travel, and author of the bestselling travel memoir, The Shooting Star.
In 2011, I quit my full-time job, and gradually gave up my home, sold most of my possessions, stored some in the boot of a friend’s car and embraced a nomadic life.
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