Everybody was right. Literature, movies, and the strangers you struck up random conversation with were all right. Paris is indeed a dream.
I travelled to Paris for the first time when I was 12 years old, and oddly my impressions were not positive. Now granted: I was a moody little kid, but it was also raining during my entire trip and all I probably wanted at that time was some fast wifi so I could play neopets. For years I kept hearing from everybody how phenomenal the city is, so I was over the moon when I found out I would be travelling to Paris this month because I’m a big believer in changing your first impressions. Now, allow me to confirm the hype for you. The scenery before your eyes is a painting, no matter what way you turn and what angle you approach it from. The locals float along the streets in all black in a state of melancholy, smoking cigarettes, and more often than not are all alone. You just want to become part of them- something about the French is so cool and effortless that you want to re-invent yourself. They won’t say anything to you or be rude, they’re just intimidating with the amount of style (not fashion or trendy-ness) they possess. I also hate to say it, but it is romantic. What exactly makes a city romantic, besides the stigma we have that Paris is the city of love? I’m not sure, don’t ask me, but it is a fact. It’s hazy and monochromatic and the tones of the buildings are just perfect.
I swear I must have walked at least 10 kilometres every day, but there wasn’t a second that I would have rather taken the subway. Exploring cities by foot is probably one of my favourite hobbies, if you can call it that. Crossing my fingers that something will bring me back soon. Paris, Je t’adore.