So, what it is about Paris that makes it so special? Hard to tell, but the city and I have always had our ups and downs. For the sake of avoiding the clichés of being “oh so in love with the city of love itself” and being portrayed as the kind of girl who only hangs out at the Eiffel Tower and eats Ladurée all day, I always used to tell that my true relationship with Paris indefinite. Though, how can someone not like a city filled with so much history and charms? I cannot tell. The thing about me is that I’m genetically programmed to be a little skeptical towards everything that has a tag #perfect on it. For me Paris remains absolutely magical in spite of all of its flaws, moreover it’s what makes it so special in the end. In the world obsessed with perfectionism, it makes me wonder if could just let go a little and embrace the imperfections instead?