Some places just give you clarity, not just clarity of the heart and also the clarity of the mind. Even though the quiet corners of Paris are sufficient for that kind of indulgence, then again geographically removing yourself from the place of your daily grind is liberating.
The day before my trip, I pulled an all-nighter trying to decide my sartorial choice for my less than 24 hours actual rendezvous with a city I have only seen in the movies. Finally, after trying out a million combinations of the same set of clothes I own, I decided on a long dark chocolate tunic my mother recently has sent, tucked into a high waisted skirt I bought in a flea market in Dhaka almost 4 years ago. Best 5 euros investment till date.
A few hours later, I found myself on the train from Paris to Brussels. I had a connecting local train to Amsterdam but somehow, amidst of trying to find the right platform for the exact train number, I conveniently managed to arrive 10 mins later and the train left without me. Nervousness went through my body like a shiver as I obsessively looked to find a trained staff to ask about the next train.
Luckily, there was one leaving for Rotterdam in 30 minutes and without any further delay I hopped on. By the time I got the Amsterdam, it was almost 2 in the afternoon, I got out of the station, checked into my Airbnb. With no plans of what I wanted to do, I went wherever my heart took me.