Paris has always been my dream) though I've never had an opportunity to live there.
Anyway I can recollect a few more towns: on Christmas Stockholm was just like a fairy tale with vague lights under a fluffy veil of a sudden snowfall); Berlin seems rather plain but touching in its honest lifestyle). I believe, New York was too giant for me as I was really scared when I couldn't see a piece of sky, while Washington amazed me by its width and expanse)) - quite a suitable background for Scarlet O'Hara))). London, so diverse but recognizable...If it were in my power I would never leave the bench in St.James's. I was fortunate to spend some time in Guildford, so comfortable and calm with its lovely farm market, salty Portsmouth with mysterious Mary Rose, enjoyable Warwick with knights and swans))) However, my heart belongs to Bath. Colourful flowers hanging down the lampposts in the most French-like style can't help but make you dance along its narrow streets or, if you'd like to enjoy some philosophy, each of its inhabitants is glad to offer you a small exhibition of fine porcelain figures presented on their windowsills. It's no wonder that the nobility of its Roman past, the weird air of its Celtic origin, its Saxon vigour and Norman grace attracts so many tourists from all over the world. I wish I had gone there one again.
I haven't mentioned any Russian town so far yet only in fear I might be tiresome)) Nevertheless, St.Petersburg is really "the jewel in the crown" as it was designed to enchant and fascinate.

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