The last couple of days of our international travels were spent in London. We took the Eurostar from Paris to London, and enjoyed a quiet two days drinking lots of tea, exploring the touristy buildings, and even getting caught in a rainstorm, an event that felt quintessentially British. This was my second time in London, and I absolutely loved it. The first time I visited, it didn’t impress itself on my memory the way Paris did, but now six years later, I may just prefer it. While London is a bustling city, in comparison with Paris, at least to me, it feels like a quiet breath of fresh air. One thing I love about travel is how much it teaches me about myself, and as I’ve had the opportunity to revisit these different places, I’ve learned that now I’m much more drawn to quiet reserved charm than sparkle and glamour.