Anyway, I loved my little last-minute trip as I knew I would. Rome has half of my heart, but I begin to suspect Paris may have the other half!
Isn't it funny how one city can 'speak' to you, so to say and others do not? I remember coming into Rome for the first time and feeling at home from the first minute. Whenever I am in Paris, I feel happy even when my feet hurt or when it rains. Berlin on the other hand was good, but nothing special, at least not to me.
So prepare for loads of lovely photographs of Paris in the weeks to come, and aren't balconies in Paris just amazing?