There's nothing like Paris. First, coming from the airport, the taxi driver, an elderly gentleman: "May I ask what perfume you're wearing? It's so enchanting". Of course, I wasn't wearing perfume. The French sure know how to flirt but in a way that's not imposing or annoying, just makes you smile.
Second, when I arrived at my most beautiful and romantic hotel, they told me "Bienvenue a la maison!" Welcome home. My smile was as bright as the sun outside.
Not to mention the feeling after having spent the evening wondering the cobblestone streets of Quartier Latin... Stopping at cafes, art galleries, little boutiques... Candlelight dinner... I must have smiled even in my sleep.
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