The city of lights, the home of romance, the capital of France and a place with too many labels, Paris. There are crowds there, many crowds and many people, and no matter why you are visiting this city, this is the first thing you will realize. Tourists who come here to feel the magnificent spirit of the city, immigrants who are seeking happiness, those who have traveled so much to come here and simply fall in love, people with different fates and people with different stories.
Paris is indeed its sights – the Louvre, the Montmartre, the Eiffel Tower.
Paris is its museums and galleries, its boulevards and shops, but there is something hidden behind all of these.
Your little 3-year old girl is the cutest one in the world. She is not one of the always-want-something kids, she is not crying so much (lately) and you notice some little things that show you how quickly she is growing up – she is not a little baby anymore. And you have always dreamed about a trip to Paris, or Barcelona or New York, and you tell yourself that she is old enough. For God sake, even for a second, you do not think about leaving without your little one. Ok, you are all done, obviously, you are more than brave, as well, or just too delude: the time will show. After packing for hours, taking at least two suitcases for a long weekend in Paris, you are about to go to the airport. For now, everyone is calm, threateningly calm maybe.
or “Tutte le strade portano a Roma” “You may have the universe, if I may have Italy” said Giuseppe Verdi too long ago. And Rome is the emanation of Italy. Rome is perfection. And I do not want to talk about the Colosseo and the Fontana di Trevi, about the Spanish steps and the basilica […]
…or the most tasty, heavenly, magnificent meal in Halkidiki If you try convince me that when you are choosing your holiday destination or the more so when you are looking for a place where you could buy a coastal summer villa, you are not paying attention to the food, I won’t believe you at all. […]