Just 40 minutes outside the elegance of Paris, there’s a place where dragons sleep under castles, pirates sail through glowing caves, and you might just bump into a mouse wearing red shorts and yellow shoes. No, this isn’t a hallucination brought on by too much fromage—this is Disneyland Paris, and it’s every bit as magical as it sounds.
There are beach towns, and then there’s Saint-Tropez—a glittering speck on the map of southern France that somehow manages to be both an A-list playground and a charming Mediterranean village at the same time. It’s the kind of place where you can sip rosé on a mega-yacht next to Leonardo DiCaprio—or stumble upon a quiet boulangerie tucked into a pastel alleyway.
It’s hard to miss York Minster. Literally. One minute you’re wandering cobbled alleys and timbered lanes of old York, and the next—*bam!*—a colossal Gothic masterpiece rises in front of you like a stone ship frozen in time. York Minster doesn’t whisper its presence. It commands it. And once inside, it completely takes your breath away.