One thing about me is that I’m never going to be the girl who didn’t go to Paris. And yes, my millennial is showing with that Hills reference, but it will never not be an iconic line, okay?! Of course, I don’t just mean that I’ll always go to Paris in a career-advancing/Lauren Conrad at Teen Vogue sense—although that kind of trip is great, too. No, I will go to Paris at the absolute drop of a hat (beret?) just for the hell of it. I’ll take any excuse to spend a few days drinking wine, eating cheese, and practicing my rusty college French with anyone who will let me. And from New York City, it’s an almost-reasonable long weekend endeavor. Fly out on a Thursday night, arrive Friday morning, check into an exceptionally cozy and centrally-located hotel ( Hotel Nuage is a favorite for hom

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