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This U.S. paradise just beat Paris as the world’s most romantic getaway

Move over, Paris

By Amanda Teague Oct 14, 2025 5:00 AM

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Paris may forever be known as the City of Love, but a new study shows it’s been dethroned by none other than Maui, Hawaii. In a recent survey of 2,000 Americans conducted by Talker Research in partnership with Funjet Vacations, 34% of respondents named Maui the world’s most romantic destination, edging out Paris at 33%.

It’s not hard to see why. Maui has all the makings of a dreamy getaway, from fiery sunsets and waterfall hikes to candlelit dinners on the beach. Couples can unwind at luxury resorts like the Royal Lahaina Resort, Grand Wailea Maui, A Waldorf Astoria Resort, or Hotel Wailea, which is designed exclusively for adults.

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“When planning your vacation, I always recommend including activities like yoga, snorkeling, paddleboarding, cooking classes, hiking, wine tastings and more, as they help travelers bond in their relationships and offer opportunities to create in-person connections with new people over a shared interest or new adventure,” said Michael Lowery, head of global consumer business at Funjet Vacations. “One of the perks of choosing an all-inclusive resort is that these experiences are right at your fingertips and come at no extra charge.”

While many still find romance in the cobblestone streets of Paris (33%), others lean toward scenic escapes like Rome (29%) and Santorini (11%), or tropical getaways like Cancun (19%), Costa Rica (13%), and the British Virgin Islands (12%).

The world’s most romantic destinations: The full list

Maui, Hawaii
Paris, France
Rome, Italy
Venice, Italy
Cancun, Mexico
Tuscany, Italy
Costa Rica
British Virgin Islands
St. Lucia
Santorini, Greece
Aspen, Colorado
New York City, New York
Turks and Caicos
Provence, France
The Amalfi Coast, Italy

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