Who doesn’t love Paris, right?!
Wrong. Apparently more than a few people disagree with Paris’ popularity. Including my mother.
Is Paris really overrated? I hope not. I hope it’s as wonderful as I’ve always imagined it to be. I hope it’s the city of lights and love, and that it embodies the class of Coco Chanel. I hope the pastries are perfect and the cuisine is exquisite. I hope it doesn’t smell horrible, not every Parisian is rude, and I don’t become a pick-pocket victim.
Maybe the problem is that too many people love Paris. Maybe it’s lost a fraction of it’s magic now that almost everyone has discovered it.
Maybe the bad reviews are like reverse psychology, thought up by the selfishness of others, wanting to keep Paris all to themselves.
Well, I’ve not yet lost faith.
Paris, hopefully I’ll love you.