Paris is a romantic city.
The first time I went to Paris I spent the afternoon drinking bottle after bottle of rose at a lovely sidewalk cafe and woke up the next morning in a hostel that didn’t allow you to stay in after 11am. I dragged my hangover to the closest park and sleep on a bench for a few hours until my saviour boyfriend brought me some McDonalds fries.
Luckily, our second time in Paris was more romantic as we spent our post-wedding minimoon there and ran our first race together the Paris-Versailles run. There was still a lot of rose after the run though. Cue romantic hangover #2.
iDBUS, the modern and flexible transport option in Europe, is offering you the chance to go on your own romantic trip to Paris (rose hangover not included) and try to beat my top romantic memories.
Enter here and if you win let me know, I’ll send you some ibuprofen for the morning after!
Oh dear! love your Paris experiences, rose hangovers always seem worse than normal ones I think!