I don't know why but Paris has always held my heart. Even though I have never been there, I seem to get caught up in the romantic atmosphere. My room is filled with pictures and Eiffel Towers, while my head is filled with dreams. Maybe one day I will find my Romeo to whisk me away and take me to the "City of Love". I picture street side cafes and flirty sundresses.
Romance aside, what girl can go to Paris and not fall in love with the French Couture. If only my bank account was as big as my desires, but it's fun to dream.
