There are lots of cliches about Paris, one of which I’ve happy titled this blog post with and vacationed on the premise of. But none are more oft-used than “The city of love” and I’m happy to report that I’ve fully embraced that one too, by recently getting engaged there to my longtime boyfriend. But is there a more romantic place in the world to do so? The cliches, as it turns out, are mostly true: people kiss and makeout all over the place, unabashedly. Hand-holding is rampant. The women are beautiful and stylish. Even the moms. No Lululemon mom-pants here – the stroller ladies are just a hot as the strollerless. The food is amazing and the cafes cozy. The language is bewildering but enchanting nonetheless. And shit is expensive. Like, really expensive, which is not romantic, except it makes you appreciate nice and cheap things like just walking around and enjoying each other’s company. (The museums are the exception. They are strangely affordable compared to here in North America.) It certainly is a city to fall in love with, and to.
The one cliche that couldn’t have been less true was the ‘city covered in dog crap’ one. Contrary to its depiction in Sex And The City, the city is not covered in it. It may have been in the past, but I saw merely a few turds the entire time we were there. Because spending the trip wiping poo off my shoe, a la SJP, would have been decidedly unromantic.
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I’m thrilled for you and Matt, but man, I’m one jealous gal:)
Glad you had fun!!!