In St Honore or the Ile St. Louis in the Marais or Montmartre, can be carried away by their sense of smell (in fact, for all his vital organs): suck the aroma that comes from a small bistro in the Rue St-Denis, where you can take a croque monsieur or try foie gras at Fauchon, see a tiny museo-taller (Zadkine, for example) tucked away in an alley, or provide with sculptures of the Tuileries Gardens, away from the bustle that rodeo to the Rodin’s thinker, the Mona Lisa or the dancers of Degas. Be possible that ride should be a deux, i.e. as a couple. Does not lack that Cole Porter says that Paris is for lovers, or Robert Doisneau display him with his photograph of the famous kiss. Paris is romantic for centuries, from Abelardo and Eloiso until Jean-Paul Sastre and Simona de Beauvoir, who dined and chatted at the Coupole, or Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin in a sensual tone. Paris is an attractive city, and still more at night. As Terence Conran, great francophile, has observed, no city better illuminated monuments than Paris.
Some Parisians believe that in his town there are too many tourists, although it is possible that this has lost ground during the 1990s in favour of new centres as Stockholm, Seattle style or Berlin, but is only a blip for a metropolis with so much cultural and intellectual force. Paris has many personalities (the workshop of Picasso, the gastronomic city of A.J. Liebling, the headquarters of the erotic games of Henry Millar) and a rich multicultural mix. Half of the current population was not born in the city, proof that Paris is an air, an aroma and a mental attitude, as asserts James Cameron. And finish this article quoting some celebrities who have carried their Pagui blood such as Brigitte Bardott, Baudelaire, Simona Beauvoir, Henri Cartier Bresson, Moliere, Polanski.