When we saw Eurostar tickets were on sale again (in Premier class, too), on a whim Jarv and I decided to book an impromptu trip to Paris for a weekend.
Neither of us had been back since we were 13 or so, so our memories were hazy. I was looking forward to experiencing the 'most romantic city in the world', as everyone I know claims it is - to be entirely honest, we were both a little underwhelmed. Don't get me wrong; the food was divine, Champs-Élysées is a dream and the Sacré-Coeur area is delightful. But I also discovered Paris to be a little dirty and a little less exciting than other European cities I've visited. Perhaps I experienced all the wrong places or something but if I'm looking for a romantic city in Europe, I'm flying to Florence. Or almost anywhere in Italy, for that matter! Still - in the end, we had a very pleasant weekend and stuffed our faces to a suitably uncomfortable degree.