I am a homebody through and through. Track pants, cuddly jumpers, blankets and Greys Anatomy re-runs are my haven. Backpacking, living out of out of hostels and surviving off a loaf of bread and cheese for a week was not up my alley, however when Dan and I went backpacking across Europe I suddenly realised what it was all about. We visited some of the most beautiful cities that stole my heart, but in true cliché style I fell madly in love with Paris.
I didn't climb the Eiffel tower, or go inside the Louvre, we didn't pay for extravagant tours or go to fancy restaurants. It rained the entire time we were there, and we actually had a fight underneath the Eiffel Tower when we arrived (not exactly the city of love, right?). All this, and it was still one of my favourite places in the world. Why? Because of the little things.
Paris is a treasure trove of unique finds, secret passageways and quirky signs from the 1950s. Sitting on the metro (which is so much better than Sydney trains) and listening to people speak to each other in their incredible French accents, swoon. The Parisian style, the elegance and the culture were so dreamy. Not to mention France is home to the greatest cheeses in the world, and don't forget the macaroons, the crepes, pastries and baguettes... Hungry yet?
Have you been to Paris? What did you think?