Disclaimer: I loved Paris when I visited the first time. I continue to love it now. Even in the cold. Even in the rain. (Even in a box. Even with a fox.) It’s such a contrast to Madrid: where Madrid is loud, Paris is quiet; when Madrid is in no rush, Parisians move just quickly enough to make you think they’re getting things done; where Madrid is colored warmly in shades of red and brown, Paris is cool greys and yellows. There’s something enchanting about the elegance of the city that makes it cozy and homey, yet electric and dignified. It’s complex. It’s alive. It’s beautiful.