cliché for a reason
i’ve turned into the kind of traveler who never really needs to see another cathedral. another world capital. another iconic landmark. there are parts of the world that i know i am supposed to see, that i accept i will never actually see, because i know i won’t make the effort. i have seen the same kind of thing before and been left cold. but i can’t say that about the eiffel tower, which might be the single most clichéd cliché of all the clichés, and which nevertheless makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up everytime it swings into view around a bend of the seine. and the same goes for fields of lavender in bloom, running in parallel rows toward a stone farmhouse with a lichen covered clay tile roof. bring them all on. i can’t get enough.