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OK, I'll admit it. I'm biased. I've got this long standing attitude problem with the Parisians. Afterall, every one knows they're hauty, snotty, snooty and full of themselves. And not only that, they over charge for everything.
And was I wrong. From the first moments into Paris by train, on to the efficient and attractive underground rail lines, and out into the broad boulevards of Paris, I found I was way wrong.
In fact, like everyone else (except the snotty, snooty and full of themselves travelers), I fell in love with Paris.
It's one of those rare cities with a unique life all of its own. It vibrates, mostly at night, and then it humms, mostly on Sunday mornings.
Unlike my preconceptions, we found Parisians to be warm, helpful, gracious, and oh so cultured. And it wasn't as expensive as others had warned us when you practice a careful form of travel and watch your sous. But most of all, our experiences in Paris confirmed its stature as one of the truly great cities of the world, and one we each look forward to returning to soon.
Thanks Paris, for the Really Good Times!
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