The April 7th edition of Vitamin V features a link to Nuit Blanche Tours, which entices prospective female tourists by way of a story …
Once upon a time, two North American girlfriends went to Paris in search of fun and adventure. Day after glorious day and night after glorious night they frolicked happily in the City of Light. Magic unfolded as they strolled down grand boulevards and medieval streets, feasted like Queens, partied like Impressionist painters and encountered delightful Parisians. Even the occasional haughty indifference of a waiter charmed them so.
All the while, gorgeous, well-dressed and well-mannered French men flocked to the girlfriends’ sides – in the streets, on the subway, while sightseeing and in cafés and bistros. Early one morning, as the girlfriends returned to their hotel after partying the entire night, the hotel clerk smiled at them knowingly and said in the Frenchest of accents . . .“In France, we call this a ‘nuit blanche’ – a ‘white night’. Bonne journée mesdemoiselles. . . ”
After returning home, the girls lived happily ever after with their wondrous Parisian memories and wanted to share their delightful experiences with women across the land. Thus is how Nuit Blanche Tours began . . .
Sound like a fairy tale? . . . well it’s not . . . this is Nuit Blanche Tours . . .
So, for $2100, not including airfare or spending money, you get pre-scouted Parisian culture – and the romance of flirting with handsome, mysterious men you’ll never had to do laundry for. It’s certainly more upscale frivolity than girls trips to Club Med Cancun – and no wonder it’s so hard to convince single working women to max out their RRSP contibutions these days.