My favorites were Palma Spain and Athens. We used to Sangria hop in Palma, going from bar to bar looking for the best Sangria. After the first couple it was all good.
I was in Piza Italy when the Leaning Tower was still open. That was bizare, climbing up the spiral stairs inside the tower, an inch deep path worn in the stone that first was in the middle then you found yourself walking on the outside wall, across the middle to the inside wall, way weird. We stepped out onto one of middle floors the lower side was scary, nothing between you and the ground except a slick floor and a flimy rail. We went to the high side, and got higher.
I will never forget my first sight of the Parthenon from the street of Athens. I wonder if the old town at the foot of the ackropolis has chnged?
Each City has it's own smells (not all pleasent
and sights. That way in '72 and '73 so I suppose that a lot has changed.