I'm in a Paris state of mind...

I have weaknesses. Paris is the word that makes my knees shiver and melt. I turn into a 16 year old teenager, blush and lose my sense of reality. 

I've never been much of a romance enthusiast, yet Paris changed me. I don't care how corny you think it is, i don't care how many of you blame Paris for cheap, meaningless acts of love! 

You have to embrace its spirit, and never question the rush it gives you! 

But, since this is a place for questions, i ask you:

How much romance, is too much romance? When does it get too sweet? 

And now, a classic:

"Quand il me prend dans ses bras 

Il me parle tout bas, 
Je vois la vie en rose. " (Edith Piaf, La vie en rose)