Things look very different in Paris from the first time I went to visit it. I was going to say about 28 years ago, but let’s stick to before the Internet age. Somehow the French people are more friendly to tourists trying to find their way around the city, or the way back to the hotel or other places of historical significance.
To my 5 readers I must confess that, besides preparing my miniature world of necessaries, I spent over a month studying and practicing my rusted french. Thanks to the patience of ma soeur Marô and the conversations over Skype, I arrived ready to go and a Je comprend plus que je parle, took me a long way.
The city is still insanely beautiful, people still read books in the park and behave inside the museums, something that nobody under this earth has yet learned. Bring down the selfie-stick. Full stop.
Close to the hotel, there was the Jardin de Luxembourg
On the way, to the Champs Élysées
Yes, in Paris we go on foot. And come across things like this:
I did go to see the Louvre, but there is no photo. The Chinese took ALL of them.
A walk at Mont Martre, where once lived Van Gogh and the Impressionists gang.
After four short days and a few blisters on my feet, I had to move on to London.
Time to say Au revoir.
