Paris Was Beautiful. I Still Felt Out of Place.

I know it’s not cool to say you loved Paris. Everyone’s got their stories about rude waiters or how it’s overrated. But standing on a bridge with my wife, watching the city lights flicker on the Seine, we both just stopped talking. It was that beautiful—like the city didn’t care about our expectations or the internet’s complaints. Still, there was this weird guilt. Like I was supposed to find it disappointing, or at least pretend I did. Instead, I kept catching myself wanting to stay, even as I scrolled through all the posts trashing it. Maybe it’s not about the city. Maybe it’s about letting yourself enjoy something, even when you’re told not to. #UnpopularTravelOpinions #ParisConfession #TravelHonesty #Travel