I have always liked the big cities.
New York, with all its people, shops, bars and all the joggers in Central Park. London, with the great buildings, traditional pubs and musicals where everyone sing along and dance in their seats. Rome, with amazing architecture, crowded squares and hundreds of street cafès.
And Dublin. With pubs on every corner, people in green on the streets, small and strange shops.
But sometimes, sometimes, it is good to escape from the noise of the city, from the crowded streets, the traffic.
It feels good to jump on a bus, taking a seat upstairs, watching the world passing by your window.
To watch the city disappear, and the countryside begin. The green fields. The mountains. The sea.
And when the bus has reached its ending point, you go out, exploring the place you have been taken to. New sights, new smells, new noises.
Green meeting yellow meeting blue.
No cars. No people.