I did not like France.

People were rude.

It downpoured for three days straight.

The Euro to dollar conversion was at an all-time high.

The only savior was the plethora of pain au chocolats, crepes witn Nutella + banana and espresso I happily devoured for the 72 hours I stayed in this lovelorn capital.

And wine.

There was lots of wine consumed under the Eiffel Tower.

It’s a good thing I had some inappropriate, ridiculous drunken fun in London and illegally snuck into the most awesome Bayern Munich-Barcelona football (ahem, soccer) game in Germany before arriving in the City of Light, otherwise I would have really been pissed.

Bottom line: go to Paris with money and the guarantee of sunny skies.

Or don’t go at all.

That is what I learned in France.