It took me awhile to update about Paris. I don't know how I should interpret this city. I am worried if its offensive, in a way. This is my decent thoughts experiencing Paris. I always wanted to go to France. And Eiffel. Cliche sikit. The twenty arrondissements of Paris. Off we go. Bonjour.
In Columbia, a popular saying goes 'the only risk is wanting to stay'. Let see if Paris suits with the quote. PAH-ree, feel 'r' from epiglottis.
The journey took about 6 hours, to and fro from Swiss up to North. We drove from Lucerne to Paris. Probably the longest journey, yet super fun. You should know highway to Paris has many tolls. So spare your enough change. But it turned out differently. Our GPS has this syndrome to use old routes instead, and so we lost. We had this moment to find a way out from this very old and vintage villages. Brick narrow roads with uneven steps and tiny grocery shops at left and right sides of the road and a gas station, the kind of gas station you saw in those creepy movies. Very small niches. Awesome ey. But I enjoyed this intrinsic roads, very French. From one small town to other. And believe me, no signboards stated Paris found in the journey. So the only hope was our sole navigator, Mr GPS. Good thing we don't need to pay tolls. Save sikit budget.
We survived. We made it to the city, like a boss yaw! Driving in Paris is a big achievement dude. Paris turned out to be slightly low than my expectation. The traffic was massive. The roads were confusing. Paris was so hectic even to find a parking spot is frigging in a haystack. And you gotta be (you have to) how to do side-parking, seriously. Paris was different from previous city I go. Quick France.
- They know how to look good, have different way to dress. Makes them stylish and very fashionable. Personally, I really like it.
- Most of the girls don't wear make up, they simply let them recognized looking like dolls. Tres classy looking. Crazy pretty. And the men with narrow and longish nose with a slight bump.
- French has this classic way. Sleek. Socialite. Urban but still socialite. Maybe New Yorker has closest resemblance to their lifestyle. Maybe.
- I love French, who doesn't? They say its the Romance language. "Voulez vous coucher avec moi?" - don't say this publicly. seriously.
- The building looks almost the same, Napoleon eccentric way. Be it at the boulevards, main roads or even off-streets. That explains why my pictures look conjugated.
- Bakery shops are everywhere. Try their macaroons. Its cheap, and tasty and sugary! Patisserie is what they call Pastry in France. Its scattering everywhere.
- I think I saw Carla Bruni. Hmm. (refer picture #19)
Anyway, we did some detour to Lille, a very small city at the border between France and Belgium. I like Lille better. I disagree with the quote. I don't want to stay in Paris. Paris was not my romantic rendezvous.
Au revoir
Kerol
