It's funny, I think, how cities have their own character, but how that still filters through different people so distinctly. For example, London always feels very busy to me, like everyone is going somewhere and needed to be there five minutes ago. People are polite, but there is no doubt that you are on their turf, and you would do well to keep to the left.
Paris always makes think it's only a matter of time until I get stabbed... in front of some incredible stone building that any other city would kill to have but doesn't even warrant a mention on the tourist maps here.
Berlin is like walking around in the US but with everyone speaking German - not like Europe at all.
Rome just oozes of passion and beauty and life, in a way that I have never felt in another place. I think it may be the best city in the world.
Edinburgh feels strong and cold and remote, but beautiful; Glasgow has a hard edge that is not very well concealed.
Barcelona is like stepping into pure chaos, where the only sure things are (a) you WILL get robbed, and (b) Gaudi will blow your mind, each and every time.
Havana and Venice are aging sisters. The makeup isn't quite enough to hide it anymore, but they are still captivating in a way that goes beyond the surface.
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