Back in my younger drinking days, the goal and point of drinking was always to get as inebriated as possible as cheaply as possible. I can remember countless times being in an LCBO in my late teens/early twenties thinking:

“This plastic jug of local whisky is $8 cheaper than this small bottle of Scotch… why do these idiots throw their money away??!!”

Like all acquired tastes though, the more accustomed you become with something the more you notice the subtleties. After a while, quality (or lack thereof) sticks out like a sore thumb.

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It’s very difficult to describe Paris. It’s a city I’ve seen pictures of all my life, but at the risk of sounding cliched, it’s nothing like being there. The beautiful buildings and ornate architecture aren’t limited to a certain square or street; they go on for miles. That said, the weather really sucked on the second day there, so much so that we couldn’t wait to leave.