This trip was only my second visit to the City of Light. The last time I was there The Hub and I fought for three days straight. I remember arguing down the length of the Champs Elysee, stopping to admire the Arc de Triomphe and then resuming for the walk to Notre Dame.
Fortunately we are completely brilliant at fighting so that memory is hilarious to us now. Sounds crazy, but we tend to fight intensely but fairly. Once we get to the source of our issues the fight dies a fast death and doesn't linger.
I love Paris. I didn't realize the full extent of it until out of the Metro, saw my first statue and started beaming madly. I love me some old-ass buildings and excessive statuary.
I don't know what's happening here, but I bet it's dirty.
It all boils down to architecture and food, really. I love ornamental flourishes and high quality foodstuffs around every corner. And I think all doors should have giant leering faces. Who doesn't want to be greeted by a lion medallion bigger than your head every day?