This post needs no introduction, no title and no explanation. The City of Love, the world capital of fashion, the centre of culture, the master of cuisine, the epitome of swuave – Paris is unparalleled and incomparable. This last week has been absolutely breathtaking, and although we definitely ran into roadblocks (as we did in the rest of Europe anyway), nothing can quite compare to the Parisian experience. I am still basking in the fact that I visited The City of Love with the Woman that I Love. We shopped, ate, shopped, went dancing, ate, shopped, walked, ate, walked more, absorbed, loved, thought, dreamed, imagined, planned, shopped and ate some more. Friedrich Nietzsche once said that “an artist has no home in Europe except in Paris”, and I have to say Paris definitely tugs at that creative vein and pulls it out, ignites it, excites it.
