Just back from a week-long trip to Paris with the wife. I had read on the forum and elsewhere that Paris is a romantic place and got rave reviews. Since I am not the romantic kind, I was very curious to know how a city, of all things, can be romantic. Well, after spending nearly a week there, and oodles of money (by my standards atleast) I am still as thick as before. I just saw some nice steel and concrete structures, some great art/history that was somewhat worth the money; and a tolerably filthy crowded city only marginally better than Mumbai at its worst.
Maybe I am just not cut out to appreciate the fine things in life