City of Paris

The City of Light (La Ville Lumière), mon amour.
I love this city for the romance, fashion, museums, culture, architecture, food, wine, churches, Chateaus, patisseries, boulangeries, and Crêpes. Food and wine! It is a beautiful city. For two weeks as a marital honeymoon getaway with my then-​husband it was a romantic visit.
Note: Local French Parisians are generally not friendly nor welcoming to Americans visitors based on my experience. Definitely learn some French to get by through your travels.

Paris is a cool city and one of my favorites among many cities I’ve visited. There’s lots to see and do and experience from the language, culture, food, wine, architecture, museums, churches, history, and people. It’s fabulous city and everyone should visit Paris once in their lifetime.

People are very friendly for the most part, but to the seasoned traveler, it’s clear that the city is falling apart.
Decent transit system. Absolutely excellent patisseries and boulangeries.
But, it is hands down the most overrated capital in all of Europe.
It feels too busy and overpopulated. Tourist areas are cramped and full of people trying to sell you crap.
Even though people seem relaxed, they’re stressed out beneath the surface. So they chain smoke uncontrollably.
The coffee is horrible. I was 0 for 7 in purchasing a decent coffee while there.
Hard to find affordable, healthy food. Everything closes after 5 pm, then you’re stuck on a diet of coffee, bread and alcohol.
If you’re a non-​smoker, it feels like you will suffocate. You will inhale second hand smoke every minute of every day.
Good luck finding green space to run in.
The romanticism has faded. This is a rugged city, with very few gems to make up for the overall filthiness and lack of basic services.

Paris, mon amour
I love you more and more
Hold on wait, someone knocking on the door… no really someone is… brb
OK. I’m back. Silly knife salesmen disturbing my ode to Paris. My new favorite city in the world. You were a present to myself for turning 30, and while you are most definitely the most expensive gift I have ever given myself… you were worth it.
we laughed (me with you, you at me), we cried, we drank tons of wine (yeah, sorry I drank your share). You were everything I expected and more. The city of love and light. Although, I was hoping I had some sort of flashback delusions alla Midnight in Paris. Speaking of Midnight, why does it stay daylight so late?
You are svelte, beautiful, welcoming and lovely. I love you dearly, MARRY ME. Ill wait for your answer…
Love,
Me

When I first met you, I found you dense and impenetrable, much like the captain of my high school cheerleading team in 1998.
Yet, my attraction only grew, and within a week I found you to be easy, comfortable, and something I couldn’t get rid of, much like the captain of my high school cheerleading team in 2008.
Paris is beautiful. Everything you hear — about the culture, about the nightlife, about the food — it’s even better than imagined. And forgot the stereotypes about the people. Everyone I met was friendly, many were more than happy to speak English (although I was happy to pick up some French), and I made lots of new friends.
The worst meal I had here was still better than 90% of what I eat at home. Versailles was one of my favorite experiences ever. I love that the entirety of France collectively agreed not to pronounce the letters H or R.
Everyone is well dressed all the time. And yet, just about every nook and cranny on every side street smells like piss.
Although I was excited to see Spain also, I would have been perfectly happy to have stayed in Paris for the whole trip. I can’t wait to go back. Je t’aime, tu beau, ville folle.