Why paris?

Yeah, thats the dream, Paris. The lights, the romance, the history, THE FOOD!!
Paris seems so apealing. (i know i spelled that wrong) Why? Mabey it's the fact that it's some where very far away from the United states. Or that when you hear ppl talking over there you cant help but stop and admire the beautiful language. Ah Paris! zee place to be. So heres this wonderful place. Thousands and thousands of miles away from me. And it seems so unrealistic that I'll ever be able to go. Back pack Europe. Meet extrordinary ppl, hear their stories and share mine. A movie, a Dream, why? It's really a wonderful place, imagine yourself drinking coffee at a little bistro across from a park with frenchies (i donno smooching) on benches. Someones playing 'La vien Rose' on the accordian, and all around you see flowers and buildings.
You can sit for hours and just watch. Watch people, watch the city, just sitting back and letting the dream become reality. Theres a little box under my bed stuffed with crinkled dollar bills, pay checks and quarters. This is my paris box. Although i doubt that they'll let me take all that crap up to the counter to pay for the plane ticket. Still that little box has been under my bed for 3 years now. And every time i open it im reminded of how sucky it's going to be when i get to paris and everything goes wrong. It's going to rain, the whole time. The city will be dirty, no one will be playing the accordian. People will be rude, the food will taste disgusting, Ill get lost and mix up my french and call some one a "dirty rat". Why you may ask am i being so negative? Because dreams dont come true. No matter how hard we wish them. Reality always sinks in and were stuck having to be content with what we have. But we dont like contentment. We want things to be perfect. But it's impossible. They cant be.