This is an impossible question to answer. Just one? What about Pedvale in Latvia, or the little Christmas trees in Dome Square? The smooth shining cobblestones in Rovinj, Croatia? But the last place to take my breath away was in Ireland.

Dun Aengus is a 3000 year old fort on the Aran Island of Inishmore. You reach it by bike or horse & cart, once you've taken a ferry to the island from the mainland. We hiked the rest of the way to the fort, along uneven stairs carved thousands and thousands of years ago.

And then we reached the top. And it was like the fort at the end of the world.

We crept to the edge of the cliff and dangled our heads over the edge, looking down into the ocean crashing onto the rocks below, the wormhole off to the the left.

And for a moment, the world was ancient, and beautiful, and untouched. For a moment, I believed in what they say, that there are faeries in those rocks.