Last week, I booked my Eurostar train from London to Paris. I've been excited about London all along, but Paris feels a lot more real now that I know how I'm going to haul my ass there.
Will Paris hold the key to my heart à la Anastasia?
Even if it doesn't, I imagine I'll be running around gaping at everything like Fred Astaire and Audrey Hepburn à la Funny Face--minus the singing.
In any case, I'm probably raising my hopes up too high. Nance in France provides a more realistic look at life in the city of lights, including a list of things that suck in Paris.