There is an unspoken tariff, either at the gates of the city, or perhaps it is only evoked if you lay your eyes on the Arc, Eiffel, or D'Orsay: if you come, you must leave a part of your heart behind. Paris does not ask love, it is love, and for the TravelinGal seeking to reconcile her heart-worn Carrie-type ragingly-independent over-worked soul, there is no better place. Paris is a city that happens for you, a love that you cannot reconcile yourself with until you surrender to her. Don't look, just walk, experience, relax and let Paris show you where to go: we promise on all that is sacred that she will never disappoint.
