You spend your first year in a city going everywhere must see, must eat and must do. The next year, you keep up with the recently opened. By the third year in a city like New York, it gets old. I find myself I just want the classics and whatever nearby.
There is always the classics and a beautiful hotel with a lobby to go to after 5. I got tired when every new restaurant decided to be another something pink for instagram. After all, this is us in Paris loving a quiet August at Hotel Costes.