Are not the worst.
Especially with a cosy place to read and a new-old copy of your favorite book.
My freshman year of college, I had the opportunity to travel to Paris with a class I was taking. It was my first taste of real traveling freedom since my professor only had us check in about once a day.
We even got to take an excursion to London (where I could go to the Globe Theater and totally reenact that scene from Doctor Who.)
The truth was, I wasn’t really interested in seeing Paris ever. I just wanted another excuse to travel abroad again. I didn’t want to love Paris, because loving Paris was too cliché. But, it was futile. I fell hard and fast for the City of Light and even went back with my mother two years later.