Fall in Paris
Five years ago, when my family spent two weeks in Paris, I remember looking around at the majesty of Notre Dame and the intricacies of the Chateau de Versailles and feeling so numb to the beauty of it all. It was a wonderful trip fully of selfies with Dad in berets, ice cream along the Seine, crêpes in the park, and laugh until you cry moments at La Tour Eiffel. Despite the silly times we had, I just didn't understand why the world had dubbed Paris the "City of Love”. Perhaps it was a combination of my ignorance of the place’s history, slight culture shock, and the stiflingly dirty air. All I know is that when we left from Charles de Gaulle, I thought I would be content to never return to the city. My recent move to France, however, paired with the newly established TGV (speed train) direct line from Bordeaux to Paris, made it so convenient that I knew it wouldn't be long before I returned. When searching for the cheapest way to get to Amsterdam...