One thing Paris taught me was to never visit a new place with solid expectations of what you'll find there. Paris was beautiful, that can not be denied by anyone. I loved wandering its streets, people watching, appreciating the fabulous architecture. However, Paris didn't totally do it for me, and I think that was because I arrived there thinking it was going to be the most amazing place I've ever been. I'd always dreamed of Paris...I mean, doesn't every girl?
Paris is amazing, but it is a city that will never hold my heart. In all honesty, I think it likes itself a bit too much and that ruins some of the magic. It's like when you meet a ridiculously attractive guy who obviously knows how ridiculously attractive he is - you're still intrigued, but some of the appeal is lost. (My experience with this is coming from my single years...happily married, ladies!) This is of course just my opinion. I have met so many people who think Paris is God's gift to the world, and I understand why they would feel that way...but I personally don't feel the pressing need to go back.
That doesn't mean I'm not insanely grateful for the experience. I went with my best friend and we had a blast! We ate crepes along the Seine, went shopping together on the Champs d'Elysees and wandered the streets in our Pajamas at two in the morning in search of chocolate. Needless to say, it was an experience I'll never forget!