One thing I love about Paris is how apparently endless its streets are. No matter where you are in the city, you look down the street, or around the corner into another street, and it seems to wind down forever. You never seem to run out of the city once you’re in the city.
In contrast, when you’re in Manhattan for example, you see and feel the big bustling city, and yet the city appears to run out of material, out of streets, rather quickly. Go few avenues left or right in Manhattan, and before you know it, you’re approaching the waterfront.
Not so in Paris, which is why many of us feel that it’s a magical place.