An Urban Eurotrip: Part 1

One year ago today I woke up at 3am and boarded a plane at Stockholm Arlanda Airport, reluctantly evacuating myself from the closing jaws of European borders. I was just 15 days into a planned 30-day continental tour, the adventure of a lifetime, when a terribly timed pandemic cut the trip short. As we hit the one-year mark of the COVID-19 era, I finally feel up to writing about my trip and casual observations on European urban design and planning.

There’s a lot to share, so I’m breaking this post into several parts. This is Part 1, which goes through the first six days of the adventure including London, Paris, Normandy, and Brussels. Part 2 will take us to my five days in Berlin, Amsterdam, and Hamburg. Part 3 ends with the final four days in Copenhagen, Oslo, Stockholm, and my return trip home.


While I had met my goal of visiting Europe before turning 30, a half-finished journey and the anxiety from dodging a suddenly far-reaching virus while traveling alone left me shaken and depressed for some time. Mourning a trip that required significant resources is a mark of privilege, certainly, but my ability to go at all had been dependent on years of living tight and paying off tens of thousands of dollars in student debt. And I was a latecomer among friends and colleagues; basically everyone I met in college and grad school had already been abroad multiple times, earning them bragging rights and inspiration for their architectural and planning studies. I felt left out and uninformed. It was not a sure thing that I would ever be able to visit myself.

So when I did start feeling confident in my ability to visit Europe, only after five years of working and saving, I planned to go big. Who knew when I would get another chance? I decided to take an entire month off work, the majority of which would be unpaid vacation time, and hit as many destinations and city planning landmarks as I could. I settled on March 2020 about ten months in advance. Conveniently it started on a Sunday, making it easier to keep track of the dates on my complex itinerary, but more importantly I knew March would be a quiet lull between the summer tourism season and the hardest winter weather, but still a time of mountain snow.

Indeed – I was going to snowboard in Europe! My dad had always dreamed of cutting powder in the Alps, and so we planned for him and my older brother to meet me in Switzerland for a few days of skiing. After traveling solo for about two-and-a-half weeks, I would have stayed with them in Zermatt, a small Swiss town that prohibits private cars and offers pistes that run over the border into Italy. Later, I was going to meet up with my partner (now wife) in Rome, and fly home together from Spain.

Poster about COVID-19 upon arriving in London.

After reading a lot of travel blogs and advice online, I started booking flights, trains, hostels, and tours in November 2019, spreading out the expenses over several months. My plan was to visit 16 cities across 13 countries, travel by train for legs under eight hours and fly for other segments, sleep on the cheap in hostels, eat out and collect a few souvenirs, maybe pretend to speak German, and spend most of my time walking and wandering. I bought my first multi-day backpack and spent a lot of time mulling over the clothes and personal items that would make my travel most efficient and comfortable. I bought a French sim card for my phone and put together a handy waterproof binder with copies of bookings, identification, and emergency numbers. I picked up no less than eight different currencies to have some cash on hand.

I was ready to go. When COVID-19 emerged in China in January I didn’t think much of it (along with everyone else), but by mid-February it had taken hold very specifically in the Lombardy region of northern Italy. I planned to visit Milan, the largest city there, on my way to Rome. The authorities had set up a perimeter and seemed to have it contained. I consulted with my family and stayed glued to the U.S. State Department website, and ultimately I made a few last-minute travel changes that skipped the area. I took off from SeaTac on March 1, landing in London the next morning.


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After landing at Heathrow and testing the sim card, I hopped on a train to central London. I spent the day walking pretty much everywhere. The city surprised me with its openness, beautiful architecture and bridges, and friendly people. Looking back, it also was perhaps the most “bustling” in the sense of traffic and office commuters. The underground Tube system has frequent stops and was easy to use, and the crowds reminded me of peak times on Seattle’s light rail system.

During the afternoon and next morning, I stopped by landmarks such as Covent Garden Market, the Shard, the Tower of London castle, Tower Bridge, and Buckingham Palace. One unsought landmark I remember was a pockmarked sculpture besides the River Thames, with a plaque explaining the damage was from the London Blitz bombings. I also got a glimpse of the signs and cameras that are part of the successful London congestion charge zone, a global model for funding sustainable transportation – indeed, there are red double-decker buses and busy bike paths across central London.

Intimate and colorful pedestrian shopping streets are all over London – and the rest of western Europe.

In-between destinations, I was delighted to discover just how many pedestrian streets and alleys there are in London. It makes sense, of course, given London grew up hundreds of years before cars were introduced, but I had heard more credit for these features given to other countries. The river crossings also provide generous space for pedestrians. This made up for the pleasant but cold weather that I sense pervades London for much of the year. That night’s sunset over the river made it worthwhile.

I didn’t go seeking out Diagon Alley, since I hadn’t grown up reading the Harry Potter books, but I will certainly will on the next trip.

At my hostel that evening, I happened to meet a fellow American named Dan in my shared room, who invited me to the downstairs pub for drinks. It was great to make a homeland connection so quickly, and we talked about the news and our travel plans. He was on a similar leisure trip and meeting up with friends in various places, and there was a chance he’d be in Vienna the same weekend as me.

A busy commuter bridge, and a variety of commercial towers beyond.

The next day, I packed my things and headed to the train station. I chose a late-morning departure in order to give myself a little extra tour time. Heading to St. Pancras International Station, I knew Europe would be a special place when I accidentally arrived at a different train station next door, also huge, called King’s Cross. Once at the proper station, I was in awe of the size of the building and the spectacular density of retail and food offerings (I avoided buying the hot dog-shaped doughnut, but found a sandwich for lunch). It seems that Europeans use trains as much as Americans use airports, and so the infrastructure is built to match.

The U.K. is not part of the European Union, so I did go through customs at the train station. It was a breeze. I was catching the Eurostar high-speed train that would whisk me under the English Channel to Paris in a little over two hours. I used a GPS app to clock speeds up to 180 miles per hour. I was in awe, and hope we can someday have this quality of transportation in America.

I’m glad I got to spend a day in London, but also glad I didn’t linger. It was a good starter city for this uncultured American, since everyone speaks English and some of the food and drinks are familiar (of course I tried bangers ‘n’ mash to see what the fuss was about, and it was a pretty good combo of the essentials).

Also, shared language did come in handy when I had to restock on provisions almost immediately – my travel binder had somehow gotten wet during the flight over. Luckily, within steps of my hostel was a small office supply store. I bought a pack of sheet protectors, and I learned the staff could also reprint my itinerary and map that I had on a flash drive. Elsewhere, in a high-end shopping district that reminded me of Chicago, I bought new earbuds. The plug for my originals had somehow gotten bent out on the flight out. And to top it all off, at another point I dropped my phone on a sidewalk and the $40 screen protector fell off. I found a new one for 15 pounds, and it stayed on the rest of the trip.

Paris and Normandy

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Ah, Paris. Stepping out of Gare Du Nord, I found myself on a typical Parisian street with the famous Haussman apartment buildings in every direction. Despite the crowds and narrow streets, I immediately felt comfortable, and my spirit was lifted to finally see one of the world’s most cherished cities (at least among urban planners).

My bubble burst a bit at the next hostel. This shared dorm room was minuscule but somehow managed four bunk beds, with an attached bathroom only about twice the size of my American body (which is considerable). My roommates here were also shy and didn’t seem much interested in conversation, which is fine, but shows that the hostel life can be hit or miss if socializing is the goal.

I wasn’t too worried about the accommodations because I planned to be very busy. I set off for dinner, finding I was staying near the cafe-packed Boulevard de Rochechouart. I would also end up using the subway line that runs under this street multiple times. I walked around a little after dark, taking in the sights and sounds. One thing that struck me was a pair of gas pumps planted right on the sidewalk, next to a small grocer and an ice cream shop. Land and public safety is apparently too valuable here to bother with nonsense like an acre of asphalt just for pumping gas.

The narrow and lovely street outside my hostel.

The next morning I woke up very early (for the second time, actually, after a fire alarm evacuation) to catch a train to Caen. The train was 40 minutes late, but there are less pleasant places to hang around than Gare Saint-Lazare. I learned it serves 275,000 passengers per day, is the second busiest in Paris, and yes, it does have a Starbucks. I watched the commuter crowds stream in off multiple trains from the suburbs.

Once in Caen, I was picked up by a tour company van. To my surprise, the day would end up being a personalized tour with a guide and driver! Other customers had canceled. We started with a very quick tour of the large museum in town, Mémorial de Caen, which covers many aspects of the Allied invasion of France starting on June 6, 1944. After a quick lunch, we started the 45 minute drive to Normandy.

An exhibit at Mémorial de Caen.

There are very few major roads in the region, so the drive requires winding through tiny villages and across vast farming areas. Along the way, the guide Marylane gamely presented to her audience of one, giving me a thoughtful prelude to the historic sites we’d be visiting. Those were:

  • Pointe du Hoc, the famous coastal bluff where U.S. Army Rangers scaled cliffs to capture German artillery
  • Omaha Beach, the deadliest landing point for the Allies
  • Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial at Colleville-sur-Mer, where nearly 10,000 service members are buried and a daily flag ceremony occurs (seeing this place was a rather emotional experience for me)
  • The small town of Arromanches-les-Bains, where the Allies built an artificial harbor for unloading ships, and where some pieces of concrete breakwaters can still be seen

I thanked my skilled tour guide and driver, and on my train back to Paris, I processed the sacrifices of Allied soldiers and the French people during that time. I arrived back to my hostel late, and prepared for my only full day in Paris.

The next morning I went for a rainy jog, which offered me a better look at the local neighborhood. I started realizing Paris (and later most of western Europe) is very into pharmacies, marked by green plus symbols. There is literally a pharmacy, bakery, or cafe on almost every corner. How is there so much demand to support them? It must help that nearly every block has 5-6 story apartment buildings, providing plenty of customers in walking distance.

A very wet bike ride through the streets and parks of Paris.

The rain didn’t let up, but that didn’t stop me from going my next tour, done by bike. Like the Normandy tour, a bigger group was expected, so the customers ended up being just me and a fellow from Dublin. Our guide, Jonny, turned out to be an American ex-pat from Kirkland, WA. On this trip I’d keep learning just how small the world is.

I donned a plastic poncho and off we went. I quickly became impressed by the city’s network of protected bike lanes. We visited a number of churches and government buildings significant to French history, the Eiffel Tower (shrouded in fog, of course), the massive Place de la Concorde, and the outside of the Louvre Museum. When I remarked that Paris seemed to have escaped heavy damage from the war, Jonny referred me to a 1966 movie called “Is Paris Burning?”, which dramatizes German officers refusing orders to destroy the beautiful city.

A wide sidewalk with outdoor dining along the famous Champs-Élysées (a bit sparse this time of day and year).

Later that day, after the rain finally stopped, I used my free afternoon to go back to the Louvre. I was very lucky, because the prior two days the museum had been closed due to a coronavirus scare, and while it was crowded I sensed it was less busy than usual. After obligatory photos with Mona Lisa, I wandered for two hours, focusing on the Greek, Roman, and Egyptian wings. I am not much of an ancient history enthusiast, so it means a lot when I say I want to go back and see more. Later that evening I saw the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower in its nighttime glory (with sparkling lights that shine at the top of the hour), and the Notre-Dame cathedral, which had suffered a disastrous fire a year before my visit.

In all, Paris lived up to its reputation, with its rich architecture, livability, street life, and grand public spaces. I was challenged in navigation, not only because of the old and fractured street grid, but also the lack of viewpoints and vistas. One cannot see further than a block or two in the densest residential areas. Central Paris seems to be more open though. At the end of this leg, I wished I had spent more time in the city proper and its variety of arrondissements (districts), and will certainly return for the next trip.

The morning of March 6, I boarded a Thalys train to Brussels. A quick note on the long-distance and regional trains in Europe: The process of boarding could not be any easier, compared to the hectic experience of riding Amtrak. Digital arrival boards throughout the station announce which platform or track number your train will be arriving on, usually around 20 minutes before departure. Once on the platform, signs tell you where your train car will stop (you can pick both a car and seat number when booking the ticket). Once on board, overhead luggage racks are perfectly sized for a large backpack, and for the most part seats are amply sized and very comfortable. The overall experience is incredibly smooth and dignified.

That’s the end of Part 1. Go to Part 2 or Part 3.



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2 Responses to An Urban Eurotrip: Part 1

  1. Colette Fuller says:

    Wonderful photos, stories and adventure! I see more travel in your future!

  2. Pingback: An Urban Eurotrip: Part 3 | The Northwest Urbanist

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