Not the rain in August.
Not the dark skies and cold wind.
Not my favorite restaurants being closed.
Knowing friends are nearby and haven't been able to see them.
Not the long lines.
Or the tens of thousand tourists admiring Monet's water lilies.
No none of that makes Paris feel bad... the only thing that does was when I was feeling sick on the public bus, spending every ounce of energy holding on long enough so I could get off the bus and throw up.
Sorry Paris for the you know what in the garbage can.
24 hour flu??