We’re an adventurous nation, don’t you think? We like to do things differently. If there’s an alternative route, we’ll take it.
So, as I was browsing through blog-land and mulling over potential travel clichés, it occurred to me that we could buck the trend and start a whole new cliché of our own. We could learn to dance the tango, not in Buenos Aires like everybody else (though that’s heaps of fun and greatly to be desired), but in Paris.
Why Paris? Oh, groan. Isn’t it obvious? Do the words “last” and “tango” bring anything to mind?
Well, it’s a catchy headline, but what got me started on the whole idea in the first place? My blog-browsing took me down a side street and into the world of Parisian dance schools on Gridskipper. Laugh all you like! Dreams are free.
Photo by zabara_tango
Anyway, back on the subject of Paris, which I can’t seem to leave alone, most of us tend to go there for things other than the tango. Once we’ve settled into our Paris Hotel, we like heading out to see the Louvre, the Champs Elysées, the Eiffel Tower, the Seine and all those justifiably famous attractions.
We also like to shop, and that’s where this blog post is heading: down through the cobbled sidestreets to the hottest new chic and trendy designers in town. Can’t afford any of it? Think again. Here’s some of the best news an impoverished Paris-bound shopper could hope for – wait for it, yes Paris does have second hand boutiques! 
And finally, if clothes aren’t your thing and you’d rather carry home a genuine Parisian antique, artwork or curio, take yourself to the Paris flea markets.
Oh well, I’m off to learn the bolero in Brisbane.
Photo by Delgoff