Unpopular opinion: Who’s been to Paris and didn’t fall in love with it?

I just got back from two weeks in Paris and… I liked it, but I didn’t love it.

Before anyone comes for me, I’m not saying it’s a bad city. I had good food, saw iconic stuff, walked my feet off. But somewhere around day 8 I caught myself thinking, “If I have to ooh and aah at another old building, I might actually scream.”

And the contrast was wild: on one side, these massive, garish religious monuments; on the other, wall‑to‑wall luxury brands and hyper‑capitalism. It felt like being whiplashed between worshipping saints and worshipping handbags.

I’m not trying to make friends here—I’m genuinely trying to understand this.

For those of you who didn’t fall head‑over‑heels for Paris, what didn’t click for you?

Was it the vibe? The crowds? The expectations?

I’m asking because, realistically, I’ll probably end up going back, and I’d love some constructive perspective on how to appreciate it differently