Ah, Paris. Je t’aime beaucoup. The city of light, the city of love; the city I have wanted to visit since I was 13 years of age, sitting in Miss Gavigan’s class and learning how to ask in French where the train station is, while dreaming of drinking a kir royale on the Champs-Elysees…
So many cultural icons reside within your walls. View the Mona Lisa in the Louvre! Channel your inner Toulouse-Lautrec at Moulin Rouge caberet! Hunch over and pull the bell at Notre-Dame! Or climb 276 metres up the most visited paid monument in the world, Gustave Eiffel’s tower, to view Paris from above (cue swirling accordion music). I love you so, so much.
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Alas, almost four decades on, my love remains unrequited. And unconsummated, for that matter. I’ve flirted with other French cities (adorable Avignon, loveable Lyon et al) but nothing – in my head, at least – can compare with passionate Paris. And yet my only (brief, tumultuous, ultimately unsatisfying) encounter has been with Charles de Gaulle airport. Not one of the greats.
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