It is true what they say about Paris, it is the city of love.
I have visited Paris twice and have explored this city extensively. The last time I was lucky enough to have my husband with me.
I have seen the Eiffel Tower in the day. I have seen the Eiffel Tower at night. I have photographed the Eiffel from many angles – top and bottom. I have made it up the Eiffel – barely, but I did it. I have ate french cafes and looked at the passersby. I have walked through the Louvre and posed with the Mona Lisa – twice. I have taken the buses all over Paris.
I loved everything in Paris – just not the french.
Landing at the airport and thinking that the Tourism Officers might be helpful was mistake #1. I think she swore at me – but after many unsuccessful attempts of asking for info I gave her a tirade in Afrikaans and suddenly I got a brochure.
On all my travels, this was also one of the few cities where we had issues. The last day in Paris we left the hotel at 3am to catch a train to Amsterdam and on our way to the closest station some youngsters hassled us, but of course I unleashed the most unholy tirade and they backed off.
Would I go back to Paris? Absolutely! I will never say no to another picnic in the shadow of the Eiffel.