It is the most romantic city in the world. ANUJI VARMA spends Valentine's Day in Paris and gets an eyeful as she sees the sexy sights of the Moulin Rouge.

THE glamour and glitz of the Ritz, the cobbled streets of Montmartre, the beautiful creamy white domes of Sacre Coeur and mouthwatering cuisine – Paris has it all.

Not to mention an eyeful and an Eiffel.

I was lucky enough to be staying in a hotel just a stone’s throw away from them all on one of the most romantic weekends of the year, Valentine’s Day.

After a quick trip on the Eurostar, we found ourselves in the heart of the city. We located our hotel, the Malte Opera, before you could say: “Je t’aime.”.

It was plush for a three-star and our room was huge, boasting two floors complete with two bathrooms, and double-beds. The décor was deep red, fitting for a romantic break.

The location was also perfect – just a 15-minute walk from the Louvre and its many artistic tributes to love.

After arriving early in the evening, we took a mini-tour of the city, ending at fabulous restaurant La Vaudeville.

Luckily, we'd booked. As the night went on, lengthy queues built up outside the eaterie, which is rightly renowned in the city.

Both my husband Pete and I agreed it was one of the best meals we’d ever had.

The Ritz was just a 10-minute walk away, and so we decided to inspect the hotel we’d heard so much about, and which is billed as Europe’s greatest stopover.

The sheer opulence of The Ritz is outstanding. The corridors are lined with cabinets filled with gems, gold jewellery and antiques, whilst the chandeliers dazzle visitors as they walk in.

The reception is lined with mirrors and the staff are immaculately turned out.

And, of course, people flock here because it is the last place Princess Diana was seen alive before her tragic death.

We headed to the Hemmingway Bar, but there was a wait of at least an hour to get into the small venue.

So we decided on cocktails in the hotel’s main bar and we weren’t disappointed.

Although the price per drink was a bit of a shock – all of £17! – the experience was worth it. After all cocktails at The Ritz isn’t something you'd do every week.

Next day, after nursing our slightly sore heads, we hit the Metro and headed to Montmartre for a walking tour, which also took in the picturesque Sacre Coeur.

The area itself is graceful and breathtaking. It probably has something to do with the narrow, tilting houses, steep streets, cobbled roads and still windmills.

We headed to St-Jean-de-Montmartre, a neo-Gothic church built in the early 20th century.

Inside, we saw the delicately weaving arches and then went on for a coffee in one of the many cafes – we needed it after our night out in The Ritz.

Then it was back to the streets of Montmartre and to the wonderfully vibrant Place du Tertre.

Some may find this area a bit annoying because the street is filled with artists threatening to draw your caricature every few seconds, and dozens of performers.

But we loved the atmosphere, which was not only entertaining but charming.

Then it was on to the magnificent Sacre Coeur, which is definitely unmissable.

Beware, though, as you head up at least 100 steep steps, on each one a street seller desperate for your attention.

Once at the top, the views of the city were amazing, and as we caught our breath, we took in the wonderful sights.

Inside, the building was an archaeologist's dream. The ancient artefacts and historical stories were fascinating.

The following day we were keen to see the sexy side of Paris and we set off towards the Moulin Rouge on boulevard de Clichy.

The street itself was a bit of an eye-opener and a must-see – but only if you're child-free! Amazingly, that didn't seem to bother some families!

We witnessed young children with their parents strolling up to Live Sex show venues, where scantily-clad women tried to entice passers-by inside, Pete and I included!

The sex industry is blatant in Paris, and there were certainly no blacked-out windows. You certainly get an eyeful.

After our encounter, we decided to head towards something a little more cosmopolitan – the Champs-Elysées and the Eiffel Tower.

After just a short wait, we whisked to the top of the romantic building and there we took in the beauty of the city.

Then it was to Notre Dame, where we indulged on a hearty French lunch as we overlooked the cathedral.

We also visited the Louvre to catch a glimpse of the Mona Lisa. Afterwards, we spent our last evening dining at a quaint little restaurant near our hotel.

It was the first time Pete and I had visited Paris and the city gave us the perfect Valentine’s weekend. We were a little sad to leave such an atmospheric city, and we'll return soon.