Last year around this time I spent about 4 days in Paris for my birthday. Every morning began with a Parisian cafe with cappuccinos and croissants that were followed by a day of walking and exploring museums and shops. Throw in the sparkling Eiffel Tower and Christmas markets in the evening and I was ready to move there permanently.
The best decision Mattia and I made the whole trip was to rent a Vespa to explore the city. Unfortunately, I was too excited to get any decent pictures of it (plus, it was freezing cold so I'm amazed I got any outdoor pictures of anything). We spent hours zipping around Paris, breaking traffic laws--"Oh, we missed that turn? Let's just randomly U-turn on this sidewalk."--and getting way too many Instagram videos.
I know that that's the highly colored version of the true Parisian life, but I can't help but keep thinking that life would never truly feel real even if I moved to Paris. The city has a way of leaving me in a dream-like trance.