I can’t imagine a trip to Europe without Paris. If I had had to pick only one city, this would have been it. Maybe it’s because I was brainwashed by six years of French classes in high school and college, maybe it’s because I’ve watched Casablanca a hundred thousand times, but when I think Europe, I think Paris.
I took the Eurail through the French countryside from the Italian Riviera, which would have been stunning, I’m sure, had it been light outside. Why was I traveling so early? That’s another story for another time.
So, yes, I’m going to see all the sights. I have it lined up: the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, the Centre Pompidou, the Seine, the Bastille, the Champs Elysee, the Arc de Triomphe, the list goes on and on. I’m going to eat baguettes and croissants, and listen to accordion music, and wear a beret, and talk to mimes, and essentially participate in every clichéd example of Paris touristry I can think of. And nobody can stop me.
Oh, and I’m going to shop.