Subconsciously I wanted to hate Paris. I wanted to count the reasons why it wasn’t romantic or luxurious or whatever it is that people go crazy about. I hadn’t caught a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower yet as I stepped off the metro that first morning. I rounded a corner and my heart fluttered. There it was, standing tall and proud despite the bitter wind. A city is only but a conglomerate of stone and steel, bustling with noise and people. However, in its defense against my very own doubts, Paris somehow maintains a magnificent aura of romance. I spent just under a week in Paris in February of 2013.

Return back on March 11th for, “Reasons why Salvador Dali’s Museum in Paris Should be on your Bucketlist”


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