Sketchy boat hostels, dreamy christmas markets, Swedish meatballs, endless wandering around the city, and ABBA playing on repeat= best last minute decision.
I’m only a little embarrassed to say that this was genuinely one of my favorite parts of my study abroad. Dreams do come true, kids.
Despite the not-so-kind Parisians, the constant paranoia of pick pockets, and the fact that we were running on just 3 hours of sleep, Paris was unforgettable. The city of love is incredible and I can’t wait to go back one day.