I do not like Paris.
I said it. It’s out there… I can sit back now and wait for everyone that’s been there that just LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED Paris to tell me how wrong I am to not like Paris. How I must have done this wrong. Or that wrong. Or I don’t understand this or that…There must be something wrong with me… Indeed…
Nope – I am not here to talk you or anyone else out of going to Paris and loving the hell out of it. That’s fine with me. Really.
I’m just standing by my statement that I personally did not like Paris. (Though I will admit that being on top of the Eiffel Tower in the midst of a raging storm was nothing short of fabulous!)