While my coworkers opted for a weekend in Munich for Oktoberfest (which I had already experienced in all its messy beer-infused, tent-occupying glory), I decided to fly from Poznań to Paris alone. And though I enjoyed hearing stories about all of the Oktoberfest debaucheries in explicit detail, I can't imagine that one weekend in Paris not happening. Like with so many people, the City of Lights left a lasting impression on me.