After many hours in the car, we finally made it to Koczala – the village my Babcia lives in.
A little latte, a little walk around the islands.
Old town Wroclaw has so much charm. The city proper also has dwarves strewn all about.
Last story from France. Winding our way through the Montmartre area towards Sacre Couer we stopped at an artisan shop where all the items are made by local artists.
Versailles, the current town itself, is a bigger city with a small town feel.
To say that the gardens at Versailles are massive would be an understatement. They are hectares worth of massive.
Versailles, the former hunting lodge turned gilded Palace. A guided tour that told us about the history of each room and the paintings within.
I read somewhere that in the Summer the Parisians that can, flee the city, and I can see why.
After a few days, I asked her if she would like to live here.
The hotel is really a museum.
