Barely didst I closeth mine own eyes, Yond I beganeth to wond'r.
‘Bout cities so lovely, so quite quaint, Shining in raineth and thund'r.There’s something about the beauty of Europe that couldn’t keep even the likes of Keats and Wordsworth to go overboard in glorifying the same. Nor could it help battles from being fought; all in quest of associating with its name. And here you are, dear readers, hoping to capture it all in some snaps. While it might not be possible to cover all the beauties in one go, it’s not too difficult to capture the best, one at a time, by spending a weekend in most beautiful European cities. Read more