I just got back from Paris. It was exciting enough. Gertrude Stein said that "America is my city, but Paris is my hometown" and I can't say I understand. I feel like I'm missing something. I didn't hate Paris, but I don't feel the need to go back. My younger sister on the other hand was supremely disappointed and hated it.
We ended up going to the Palace of Versailles. It's just as grand and impressive as you would imagine. No wonder the peasants revolted. It was luxe.