Sandra continues her journey through the country of France, stopping in Lyon and Paris before continuing on to Giverny to visit Monet’s garden.
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I am on Eurostar, the wonder-train, speeding under the English Channel. In 20 minutes we will emerge blinking in the sunlight on French soil. That’s what it takes, 20 minutes and 1000 years of history to bring this damp little island into Europe.
I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse. Take a holiday on me for two weeks. Any holiday, halfway up a mountain, fully stretched on a beach, or anything in between. Off you go, you and your chosen companions.
My world is divided by those who can just look at a beautiful view and those who have to dive into it. Guess where I end up. Splash!
Offer me a castle in Spain, a mansion in Monaco, an apartment in Paris and no dice. Leave London in June? But it’s the season!
I am still astounded at what is possible through home exchange. Over the years, I’ve learned another language, discovered new musical tastes, enjoyed books I would never buy myself, and my latest wheeze is inventing an escape into the Spanish sunshine.
We first fell in love, me and Italy, back in the late 1960s, when, with all the fearlessness of extreme youth, I zipped around the Amalfi coast in a navy blue fiat 500, taking on smart Alfa Romeos and Lamborginis at traffic lights and causing havoc from one end of the bay of Salerno to the other. Time has moved on, as have I, and Italy, while she has landed on tough times and could be accused of letting herself go, is still as tantalizing and seductive as ever…
Name me a great metropolis which has a museum mentioned in a classic love song, more parks and green areas than any other major city, a fashion scene which gave the world the mini skirt, a pop scene that launched The Beatles and a delicious, dizzy blonde on a bicycle for mayor.
Beware! There is such a thing as magic and it lives in Ireland. How else can you explain a country where everyone is a poet, where a kiss on the Blarney Stone can change lives and the whole country believes in leprechauns? My love affair…
“I love Paris in the Springtime
I love Paris in the Fall
I love Paris in the Summer when it sizzles
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles.”
Only Cole Porter could summon up a romantic picture out of ‘drizzles’. And only when he put Paris in the same sentence.