People say that Paris is the most romantic city in the world.
After spending about 12 hours in it yesterday, I am kind of wondering why. It just reminds me of London. Beautiful architecture intermingling with graffiti and dirt.
Beautiful, nevertheless. Just didn’t feel it was extremely romantic or anything.
Here’s the photo of the day.
Maybe that’s why they call Paris the City of Love. People here love freely.
It was quite a sweet sight, really. The couple was locked in that embrace for ages.
Sorry, I can only do short posts while here because we have limited time and I can’t spend five hours each day blogging (that’s how long I take to do each travel post).
Piers and I already wasted enough time by doing touristy research here when we should have done it in England before. We spent about two hours today going through guidebooks and google maps to plot a very rough itinerary for the next few days.
Am enjoying Paris so far. Food is amazing and Notre Dame de Paris is the most awe-inspiring building I’ve ever stepped in.
Full posts when I get back!
Eiffel Tower today.
The topics in Star Blog are always so hard to write!
This week, we got: “What are the most daring (meaning, naughty) things you have done in your life that they even surprise yourself?”
Like, if we do naughty daring things, we don’t want people to know about them, right?
Especially when we know that our dad reads our blogs. Right??
So I sweated over it all weekend and then decided I had to come clean about my encounter with this tall, handsome stranger, or I would have no blog to submit.
Well, what the heck. I’m all grown up and my dad can’t ground me anymore. =P
But, Dad, if you see this message, it’s better if you don’t read this!
The Goonfather is singing along to the radio in the car.
“You’re all I need, my looooove, my Valentiiiiine…!”
He turns to me and says, “You’re my Valentine!”
“But it’s not February!” I say cheekily.
“Hey, February is a stupid month.”
“February is not a stupid month. It’s a great month.”
“It’s a stupid month.”
“But the first time we met was in February!”
“February is an excellent month!”
“You’re such a bullshitter.”
Sometimes, I feel like the male prototype in my relationships because I’m usually the practical, geeky one who prefers to stay home and play games rather than engage in romantic activities, indoors or outdoors.
But that’s not to say that I spurn romance. I have done a lot of romantic things for my partners but the truth is that gaming appeals to me a lot more than, say, a candlelight dinner under the stars.
I think this arrangement suits the guys I’ve gone out with. I have a soft spot for geeky gamer types so there’s usually no problem with my gaming obsession. But, surprisingly, the gamers I’ve gone out with have all displayed a capacity for romance which probably exceeds mine.