Ahh, Paris. A place I have dreamed of going to since I was a young girl with blonde hair and wore smocked dresses. Then when I was eleven, I started studying French by correspondence. Correspondence is an awful way of learning French, and all I learned was "Bonjour, je m'appelle Olivia, comment vas-tu? Je vais bien, merci." And a few words here and there. I understand better than I speak.
When I was 14 I fell in love with Moulin Rouge, the movie. Absolutely adored it. It made me cry and I was absolutely in love with the characters (I still love the movie!). So I was desperate to get to Paris and visit Le Moulin Rouge in Montmartre.
Of course I have now got a taste for the awesome pastries that are macrons. I can make them, with a lot of effort. I devoured myself on them in Sydney because they were everywhere and they are only at specific places here in Wellington (Moore Wilsons, $7 for a pack of 4 flavours or $2.50 each). I'm fairly sure I will gorge myself on them when I'm in Paris, and Laduree will become my second home.
I'm definitely planning on spending about a week there to allow myself to explore the city properly. Later in my trip I'm planning on heading somewhere in the South, perhaps a small town where I can get lodging for a few weeks and just live life a little bit a la Eat, Pray, Love. I think that would be fun, drink wine, eat cheese, meet locals, take photographs. I can almost smell the French summer air.