I just returned from a week in Paris. I have been more times than I can remember. Even now that I travel alone, I try to get back twice a year. I picked March because it coincided with my birthday. Paris has always been the place I go to be "that other person", to fill myself up with the magic that is Paris.
This time was different. Even in March, the crowds were unbelievable. I met a friend at Versailles (her request). We had our tickets. The security lines snaked through the courtyard. We stood for an in the cold for an hour, only to be shoved and crowded through the palace. It got scary at one point as the crowd started to push through the narrower doorways.
I thought I might have better luck with the d'Orsay, but it was also packed. The courtyard filled with those waiting to clear security.
The Beaux Arts bridge had "love locks" attached to any available spot. (harder to find since the old railings are gone). Those that could not find a spot for a lock, had simply scribbled their initials on the plexiglass.
I don't know what was wrong. My hotel was great. I wandered for hours. Had lunch at some of my usual haunts, and some new ones. Paris just didn't fill me with it's beauty and wonder like it usually does....maybe it's me.
Anyone else?