When we left Rome, we were more than ready to leave. Little did we know that, during our lunch stop on way to the next city, Florence, we would find an unexpected gem of a place called San Gimignano. No one gave us any context before stopping here, and the bus area wasn't much to… Continue reading San Gimignano
The first and only time that I have ever seen the Lizzie McGuire movie was during pre-departure classes. And yet, inevitably, this is what everyone else my age first thinks of when they think about going to Rome, Italy and making wishes in the Trevi Fountain. They all want to find that cute singer dude… Continue reading Rome
Another thing that made Venice so magical, much like Paris, was that it was home to what has since become one of my Favorite Art Museums Ever. The Peggy Guggenheim Museum did not have any artwork that directly related to what we were studying in our art class at the time, per se. Our professor… Continue reading The Peggy Guggenheim Museum
Venice is a place of dreams. This is true in a broad sense, of course; the place is completely surreal. Everything about it is hazy and magical, vivid and strange. It's a city built on water, a city sinking amidst its own paved alleyways and winding canals. But more specifically, it's a place of my… Continue reading Venice
Saturday, May 27th, 2017, Part Two The first time I went to Paris, we did the whole guided Versailles tour group thing. But that didn't stop me from going back after Dorsay, for the remainder of what was essentially a really good free day. This time, though, I didn't have the fast skip-the-line advantage. But… Continue reading Versailles
Saturday May 27th, 2017 We got to Musée d'Orsay (which again, I will be calling Dorsay because one I'm lazy but two it sounds more like an appropriate and affectionate pet name) around 9:30 am. Paris was quiet and cool, and we got to cross and see the river and streets before they grew wild… Continue reading Dorsay
Peonies and Paperbacks 