We spent a few days sightseeing in Taos, a tiny town with a fascinating mix of cultures–Native American, Spanish, Mexican, and Anglo, not to mention the influence of artists and free thinkers who have made their residence here for over 100 years. For such a little town, there’s a lot going on.
This is one post in a series of articles about our visit to Paris.
Our trip to Paris got off to an awkward start. After arriving by train from Hamburg, we found the Métro link to our hotel. It was rush hour, and waves of Parisians were moving through the station and into and out of the cars. I thought I had the whole Metro-riding thing down cold—after all, we’d been in Europe for a month now and were on our fourth country—but the car was packed, I was one of the last ones on, and my bulging backpack got caught in the door. It closed on me like the clenched jaws of a bulldog, stubborn and unyielding.
Several people told us how much they loved Berlin, and a few of the travel blogs we read regularly raved about it. “It’s special,” a Londoner that we met on the train told us.
We spent a week there in August 2015, and summing up our reaction to the city has not been easy. It’s not simple enough to say that we liked it (which we did). It’s just that, for many reasons, Berlin is not a city that’s easy to sum up in a few hundred words.