They lived in the very center, in a small cozy hotel near the Opera House and within walking distance from Moulin Rouge. The room was quite Paris, romantic and ascetic.
As long as the subway was mastered and dealt with where you can sit down in a taxi and where there are no, the legs could already be detached and throw away - so everything is sick. There were hiking to the Elysee fields, the prices of space, but not to buy the memory of Paris a couple of perfume boxes was not possible.
Unfortunately in many stores the dominance of Chinese, as elsewhere. The new district of Defensa, surprised his office arch, sculptures and trade on the street (there was some kind of fair). The museum of weapons did not have enough strength, but the Museum of Contemporary Art is the most strange exposition that I have seen in life. We went to the restaurant on the Eiffel Tower and rose to the observation platform, the truth is not the most upper. The combination of cheese and wine with mold, I could not recognize highly easthetic. The show in Moulin Rouge was really shocked, and not colorful dancing, and the power performances of athletes, they admit to expand my ideas about human capabilities.
The journey on the boat on the Seine plunged me in a nap, apparently it was not very interesting. Rates in restaurants worthy and McDonalds see one of the places for relatively inexpensive food taking by poor tourists. And in a normal institution, for example, in a restaurant at the hotel, for a modest snack for two will have to leave 50 euros, and with alcohol 100. Even a hike in pizza cost no cheap, though the pizza was delicious, cooked on fire.
Walked to the nightclub. According to Russian standards of scarot and music is a bit strange. Most of all in Paris, architecture was delighted with us, namely narrow vintage streets, where history seemed to live in every courtyard.