There's something about riding in a horse-drawn carriage.
There's something about walking down streets lined with stone houses with colorful, gabled roofs.
There's something about eating dinner in a building that's been standing since the 1670s.
There's something about coming out the chilly, noisy streets into the quiet warmth of a chapel.
There's something about being in the middle of history.
There's something about following little alleyways and seeing the work of local artists.
There's something about trying on cashmere sweaters that are half price but not buying them because they're still $300 - but trying them on just the same.
There's something about returning to an evening in a little apartment, looking out on the scene below and seeing a quiet little street bordered by the low iron gate along the side of the Ursuline nuns' chapel, the arched entry to the private girls' school, and the back of apartments with little fire escapes snaking their way down the backs of the buildings.
There's something about sharing all these experiences with my mom and sisters.
2 comments:
There's something about the way you write- what a special weekend, eh?
There is something about us....
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