All Indians dream of dying in Varanasi. If not to die, than to be burned here by the waters of the Ganges. You can watch endlessly at her ghats with the eternal fires, and sticking out of them charred body parts. A band of Indians are dancing.
Bhaktapur is so pleasant and cozy, that you do not understand if it all the truth. It seems that the army of Genghis Khan rode here yesterday. That "yesterday" is very ancient.
Bukhara covers the heart with an eastern tale. Everything here seems to be out of the sand, which would be blown at the first wind, but it's too forever. Carousel at the Ark fortress is circling my love.
Chamber and united Bruges. It's cohesive because of the fact the all the houses are so close one to another that it seems they keep company for several centuries. One of the few cities where the atmosphere is created by the architecture.