Last week, John was in Paris for work, so I took a half day off on Friday, hopped on the Eurostar, and joined him in the evening. It's hard to believe that the city is so easily accessible: the train journey lasted for a little over two hours, and passport control is all done at St. Pancras, so you arrive at Gare du Nord feeling totally relaxed and stress-free.
I must admit, Paris has never been my favorite city. During my last two visits, I found most of the people I encountered to be intolerably rude and the Metro to be stinking of urine (sorry, just my personal experience). This time, (aside from one rather unpleasant run-in with a security guard at Printemps) we met lovely people, had delicious food, stayed in a beautiful hotel, were very, very lucky with the weather (see above!), and - best of all - had the opportunity to see the city all dressed up for Christmas. It was, as they say, très romantique. And oh, the Metro didn't smell. Not one bit. And people were very polite.
So, yeah. Paris, je t'aime.
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