If my daughter has her way, that’s where I’m going for our next holiday. Personally, I’d prefer Paris. Dingle, Ireland would do nicely. Heck, I’d be happy with a week at the cottage.
There are stranger reasons to go to a place. One of the funniest I’ve ever heard came from an older couple I met at a B&B in Dumfries, Scotland. We were all at breakfast deciding what to do for the day and struck up a conversation.
This couple was from London but were in Dumfries because they spent their holidays going to filming locations associated with the English soap Coronation Street (which is generally filmed in Manchester).
“It’s one way of seeing the country,” the man said, a twinkle in his eye.
I remember the first time I went to London, this couple’s hometown. I went there to see art galleries, particularly the Tate Modern. I got on the Tube to set out for the Tate, and when I got out at the station the first thing I saw was a big clock. “What a gorgeous clock,” I thought. And then it dawned on me. That was Big Ben (yes, I know Big Ben is really the bell and not the clock)!
I rushed to it – then turned and saw the London Eye and the Thames. I hurried around the corner – there were the Parliament Buildings and Westminster Abbey. Westminster Abbey! The Tower of London! Turned out that these were the landmarks that really spoke to me – I spent hours walking through them, seeing the graves in Westminster Abbey, awed by the history, by those who’d walked those steps before me – and I never did make it to the Tate Modern. It’s on my list, though, for when I go back.
Also on my list is the Eiffel Tower. I’ve been to Paris about six times or so, but I’ve never climbed or taken the elevator to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I’m not sure why – perhaps because the image of the tower is so ubiquitous that to me it only represents Paris when you’re looking at it, not looking out from it.
But perhaps I’ve been too hasty. Going to the top of the Eiffel Tower might be just the excuse I need to go back to Paris. Then again, maybe I’ll have to save that for another time … there’s a Disneyland in Paris. Betcha I could convince my daughter to go there.