Just thinking about going to Paris gives you a little bit of Paris. Two weeks from today, I'll grab the bit that's mine and never let it go. The haircut I got today? It's going to Paris. The teal dress and gold sandals I wore to work? They're going to Paris, and I'm going in them. I'm going to ride on a train that goes really, really fast through a tunnel that goes under the water, and when I walk out the door of the station, I'll be there. Breathing Paris air, walking on Paris cement, taking up Paris space. If you're lucky, and really, good, maybe -- MAYBE -- I'll take you with me.