Paris as it has to be

I had been dreaming of travelling to Paris for such a long time. And of course when you think of Paris, you imagine a romantic trip,two hearts and a bottle of wine, a kiss on the top of the Eiffel tower and other diabetes-causing stuff. 
For me Paris had a different taste. Walking with A. and his little armadillo was absolutely amazing. We've met in the corridors of our institute a couple of times and we ended up sharing the same room in Paris. And it was absolutely normal and familiar, even if he is Dutch and he studies Japanese religion and I am Italian and I study Arabic literature and we were travelling from Norway to Paris, I mean, globalized fashkh!
And then sharing Norwegian alchool culture abroad was absolutely fun (Let's drink cause it's cheap compared to Norway!) and I won't say any more that local people are not friendly! (They spoke English all the time,even if i was the only one not speaking Norwegian, and I guess I was much luckier than Kubra in Italy or Gianni in Egypt!).
And then, in a rainy afternoon, B. waited for me in a cafè next to the Pantheon. We had never met each other and we never spoked on the phone. Only common friends. But when we finally met he hugged me so strongly and he told me: I'll take you to a special place. The view from Sacre Coeur, the streets of Montmartre, we were already friends without knowing each other from before, and Paris was so romantic, but romantic in sense that I give to romancy. Paris was not diabetes-causing, rather Paris was made of dark chocolate, cause Paris was bitter but improved my mood and left a delicious taste in my mouth.