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.
Shivya Nath is an Indian girl who fell in love with traveling, writing and social media. The first is the most thrilling, because being from a protective Indian family means every travel plan comes with a small battle. She says, “I’m not complaining. At my age, few from my hometown have traveled as much and as independently as me.”
She juggles work, travel and blogging, until she finds the perfect blend of the three. Join her on her journeys around the world, as she seeks the most untouched, undiscovered of places that few have been to, and even fewer have written out.
