As much as I love traveling, I am rarely excited about revisiting the destinations I have already traveled to. However, like listening to an old favorite tune, “nostalgic holidays” can be quite rewarding. This December I am going with this same theme.
Paris was the first trip I took overseas after finishing college. I had predicted that I would fall in love with it as most do. My prediction was wrong for I did not fall for Paris.
Every time I return to Paris, I wonder how differently I might see it. I know its streets and neighborhoods; but they are not warmly familiar. Perhaps, once you fall for a city you cannot fall for another. I fell in love with New York City the very first time I walked its streets a long time ago as a young girl. Although geographically and culturally very different, New York reminded me of my hometown of Tehran. I think it was its wonderful mayhem, its great crowd and its loud noise. Everyone was running – not from anything, but toward something. I loved the energy and how no one was even slightly interested in me.
I still like Paris. I have fond memories of discovering it alongside the best travel buddy one could ever ask for. My favorite thing to do in Paris is simply to walk the city. My favorite spots are Notre Dame and Montmartre. One for its picture perfect natural and man made beauty and the other for its artistic, simple and easy going life style.
Avignon, the city of Popes, was another town in France I had been to. It is a great base for discovering Northern and Central Provence. I squeezed in day trips to the wine region of Chateau Neuf Du Pape as well as to the picturesque small towns of Uzes and Arles. Provence is made for driving and is the most beautiful part of France I have known.
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