“Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;But when it comes to living there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke
Through early mornings and late nights, I have learned that Europe is a medley of overbearing cultures and passions.There, you will find awe-evoking views, mismatched accents with appearances, a boundless amount of cigarette smoke, overpriced fish filets, and a (if I can say) well dressed yet extremely grumpy Duriba passed out on a park bench or train seat sleep-mumbling a punjabi mashup of “Gold Digger.”
Besides the alluring landscapes, architecture, infrastructure, and FANTASTICAL street style… some of the gems I unearthed there were not in macarons or potential profile picture locations. They were in souls: black, brown, white, olive, and caramel bodies with golden souls. Through airports, streets, aircrafts, ladies’ rooms, street benches, to bazaars...I have deemed myself qualified enough to arrive to the following conclusion: there are beautiful souls all over the world.
The following series will exhibit tales of people I have met in six countries and beyond: Switzerland, France, Italy, England, America and Germany throughout my weeklong stays there.