I don’t want to be that conventional third-world company who comes with a herd of her relatives and be all garish in front of Cathedral of Notre Dame. Yes, that’s Paris! I want my day in Paris to be like that scene from ‘The Tourist’ where Angelina Jolie is nonchalantly sipping on her French tea, immersing herself in the beauty of the city air. I want to shop. I want to shop from the best stores of Rue de Rivoli and Boulevard Haussman. I want to go boating on the River Sienne and have an afternoon nap on the same boat without getting robbed. I want to see the breath-taking architecture of every single of what they call ‘ruins’ and sit for hours together in the museums. I want to ride a Vespa through the streets under the running shades of the trees overhead. I want my portrait to be painted by a street artist with heaps of genius in him. I want to be in the first row of Paris Fashion Week with Rachel Weiss and Catherine Zeta-Jones on either side all dressed to the nines. I want to eat the best of French Croissants from the pavement cafés where people drink French wine any time of the day! I want to ‘accidentally bump into’ a Frenchman (more like stalk him first and then bump) and fall in love. And lastly I want a hotel room view of the ever-so majestic Eiffel Tower, the heart of the city. At the bottom of the tower, where all the lovers seem like ants in the bright lights and fireworks of the night sky.