Is Paris the city of love?
It was intentional that I made Paris the last city of our European experience late last year because I wanted to save the best for last, and so glad I did. Everything about Paris was magical as I thought it would be. We lived along Champs-Élysées , where we got to explore the city mostly by walking since we were somewhat in the middle of where the action was. It was my dear H who planned our foot path — From Arc de Triomphe, just a stone throw away from our hotel, to the highest Monte Marte, where I wanted to and hang out with the artists — it was just perfect. I really don’t have words to describe Paris. I think you have to be there with an open mind to love it the way I did, or should i say the way I do.
I wonder where our next wanderlust will be?