Goodbye London, Hello Nostalgia

Walking the streets of London as darkness descends almost lost isn't nearly as frustrating as one might think. When you've fallen in love with a city, wandering without finding your destination is not a burden.

I've been thinking about my 16th birthday present.  I received a trip to London then Paris. I entirely expected to prefer Paris to London, probably because of the constant romanticizing of the City of Lights, but I was surprised by myself. I started slowly, with an adoration of tea and scones and slowly evolved. I noticed the history intermingled with a modern city. I noticed the almost pristine roads. I developed an intense weakness for the Royal Guard and the Royal Gardens. But all good things come to an end. So we left for Paris and the nostalgia began. I won't lie: the rooftop view of Paris is one of the most beautiful sights I've ever laid eyes on, but it couldn't compare to the whole city of London. Perhaps if I return, I will realize I've created a place in my memories that never really existed, maybe next time I will explore Paris the way I wandered London and realize my love isn't just for London, but simply for the beautiful, richly historic cities of the world.