Port Stories: Moments that Stay With You
On our first evening departure, Budapest became a constellation. The Parliament shimmered, bridges glowed, and steam from baths feathered the cold. A stranger raised a glass from the quay, and for a heartbeat the whole city felt like family.
Port Stories: Moments that Stay With You
I woke early to mist and a faint clink of bottles from a tiny winery. Vine rows climbed the hillside behind half-timbered alleys, and the Niederwald Monument peered through clouds. Coffee, church bells, and an unhurried stroll started the perfect Rhine day.
Port Stories: Moments that Stay With You
As dusk settled, Rouen’s cathedral façade lit up with color, tracing centuries of stonework and story. Nearby, a bakery handed me still-warm apple tart, and the Seine mirrored the last salmon sky. History and pastry, together, felt like grace.