In a few short hours I will be on a plane to Singapore. The other side of the world. Odd that here I’ve observed sober Parisian men peeing in the street seemingly just because they can, but in my next locale you would be imprisoned or possibly caned for such an offense. I also threw out my gum, so I wouldn’t even be tempted to chew it…expecting lots of culture shock.
So what have I learned thus far while on my journey?
There are beautiful people everywhere. Don’t limit your supply by staying put. The world is a big place.
I hate lines. Lines are a waste of everyone’s time. It’s 2014. Someone figure out a way to rid the world of lines forever.
Other languages are cool and I’d like to learn more of them.
Live life without a car. Get rid of your car right now. It’s a dangerous, pollution-causing inconvenience.
You seriously only need 4 tops, 4 bottoms, 2 dresses, 1 sweater, and 3 shoes to travel anywhere for 5 to infinity days. Quote me on that next time I try to pack a suitcase.
Tinder works in Paris and it’s just as hilarious. Haha!
I will be back once I buy a leather jacket and learn to say more than three things.
These women are impossibly skinny. I’m considering taking up cigarettes for breakfast and dinner.
I was so confused when I asked friends familiar with Paris for restaurant recommendations. No one jumped to a specific place that I absolutely had to try. I found out the reason is that France seems to have a baseline MO of “don’t serve shitty food.” With that as a starting point, really every place is good. The culture obviously takes more pride in food preparation and presentation than the good ol US of A. It must be so depressing for French people to visit and/or live in the states. I’ve had great restaurant experiences in the US, and I love to cook my own food, but I’d have to say overall I’ve probably had more mediocre to poor meals than superb. Which is so sad considering we are a country built on an agricultural tradition (even if it’s now an industry in corrupted shambles). *gets off soap box, drinks gallon of high fructose corn syrup*
Traveling alone is great, except when the trendy wine bar you’re in keeps playing Nora Jones. Don’t get me wrong, beautiful music, but with her it’s either you are WITH your one true love or you just LOST your one true love. I guess we always are in either one of those two categories but JESUS, Nora, lay off me. I’m in a weird place, OK? A place where drinking a bottle of Brut alone at 8 pm seems perfectly reasonable. Let’s not make it more sad than it is. #nojudgement #eatdrinkeat
Overall, great city, great trip. Will be back. Au revoir, Paris.