After much planning and juggling, Alex and myself hopped on the famed Eurotrain to Paris, the city of splendour and Amour.
In true Parisian style, we were welcomed at the train station by beggars and homeless people. That wasn't the impression I was prepared for...
As we walked further, we discovered that nearly 50% of the FRENCH speaking sort were black African origins. There were loud temper trantrums, screaming and plenty of rainbow languages. Everyone on the shop fronts had pimps to bring in business for whatever 'trade' they were making. The trip was begining to seem scary.
We checked in but the room was not ready, went off to try to catch some scenes and attractions. We managed to see the Notre Damme, the Eiffel (trifle) Tower, the Arc de Triomphe and lastly the Palais of something or rather. In between all that, Alex got mugged on the Metro, lost his wallet and all it's content, experience terrible customer service when NOONE extended help when we asked for it AND, we had the rest of our 2nd day in Paris experience in paranoia.
Being mugged was a HUGE shock though we were warned and already had been extremely careful. We were later told that we had only have to look 'Asian/Japanesy', and we are SURE to be targeted. Alex and I both summed up that we may never return to this dastardly filthy, poverty stricken, rude, over indulging and poo-infested country.
NOT happy with Paris!
1 comment:
Oh Sarah, I'm so sorry your romantic Parisian getaway was not what you had hoped for! Or even vaguelly pleasant. The poo comment is a pretty common one. For myself it would probably be the cigarette smoke- I've gotten rather used to clean air. Just be thankful you didn't have a hire car- apparently the French's lack of manners are only surpassed by their lack of driving ability. Just ask my Grandparents, who were in a car with a friend or relative of some sort when he decided to randomly swerve onto the lane divider when approaching the Arc de Triumph (sp) because it afforded a better photo opportunity!
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