April 21 · 5:30 PM
High Tea at The Ritz
The Palm Court. Chandeliers, finger sandwiches, and a surprise anniversary cake with a candle. The trip had barely begun and it already felt like a dream.
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"Fourteen days. Five countries. One love story —
told in cathedrals, on alpine lakes, across lagoons at sunset, and beneath the water lilies of Giverny."
One magnificent day in London. From the statues of Westminster Abbey to the gilded Palm Court of The Ritz.
The Palm Court. Chandeliers, finger sandwiches, and a surprise anniversary cake with a candle. The trip had barely begun and it already felt like a dream.
An afternoon flight to Ljubljana. A pink church. A river at blue hour. Then — the mountains.
Three days in the Julian Alps. A fairy-tale lake, the wishing bell, 50 hairpin turns, and the emerald Soča Valley.
"No wishes made — just wishes fulfilled by adventuring together."
Perched above the lake as the sun set behind the mountains. The food was shockingly amazing — one of the best meals of the entire trip.
Fifty hairpin turns. A turquoise river. Waterfalls, gorges, and the silence of the Alps.
A day-long drive through four landscapes — from the Alps through underground caves, along the Adriatic coast, and into the Venetian lagoon at sunset.
Three days in the floating city. Shopping for photoshoot outfits in the backstreets, golden mosaics, the Bridge of Sighs, and the colours of Burano.
A four-course Venetian dinner aboard a galleon, drifting past illuminated palazzi as the sky went pink over the lagoon.
A day trip to Burano — the island of leaning towers and houses painted in every colour imaginable.
Ninety minutes with Enzo, a Venetian photographer who knew every hidden canal. Exploring new corners of the city together, laughing through the fog, and watching Venice wake up from a gondola.
Paris in full. The great Impressionist museums, a hop-on hop-off tour through the neighborhoods, the palace of Versailles, and a Bach concert inside Sainte-Chapelle under that impossible stained glass.
She chose the Sun King — and she chose it very quickly. The Hall of Mirrors, the Gallery of Battles, and a golf cart through the impossibly vast gardens.
A quiet thread ran through this honeymoon. The same painter — Claude Monet — stood in four of the same places we stood. Each act echoed him, and the trip ended in his garden.
"No wishes made at the bell —
just wishes fulfilled by adventuring together."
A pilgrimage to the gardens where Monet painted his masterpieces — timed perfectly for spring blooms. A guided tour through the studio, a final evening on the hill of Montmartre, and then — home.
An evening on the hill of Montmartre. Then the airport. Then home.
