What can I say that hasn't already been written about Paris? Nothing, I expect, so I will keep my musings to a minimum. Firstly, I will say that I really didn't know what to expect when it came to the streets of Paris. Would Paris be clean, beautiful and romantic? I had heard it would be. I also heard it was dirty and it smelled of urine. I heard traffic was terrible and its citizens rude. I am relieved to say that I, a romantic at heart, was not let down....

I arrived here in the bustling, crowded city of London on Sunday morning, August 24th. Gatwick Airport, one of the smaller airports, proved to be easier to get around than I had envisioned. Evan, Jodie and I picked up our luggage and proceeded to wait more than 90 minutes for someone to pick us up. We finally decided that person wasn't showing up and that we would have to find our own way out of the airport. A train station was connected to the airport an...