Clearly, Paris is still very beautiful
At the end of the day, Paris and I are not lovers. Which is ironic, considering it is Paris. But it wasn't love at first sight, and after spending a little bit of time trying to get to know her, I will say that for now we are at a stalemate.
I'm really divided about how I feel about Paris for a couple of reasons. First and foremost though, it is just too. freaking. cold right now. Julie and I do not do cold like how cats don't do showers. Yes, our San Diegan is showing right now, but that doesn't change the fact that when a gust of wind blows I feel like my ears will fall off. Also, me and Julie think we are having stomach problems from all the baguettes and sweets we have been eating. This isn't really a fault of Paris, because the food here is delicious. It's just a problem we've been experiencing and it probably is our fault because we're stupid Americans (to put it in the Parisan perspective). Things like veggies and meat plates though, are really expensive. And unlike in Greece and Italy, waiters here give you your check immediately. After coming from those two places, it feels a little like we are being ushered out of the cafe/restaurant. Maybe we are, because no one wants the dumb Americans to take up seats. Le-sigh.
It isn't that I am not enjoying my time here though! (Julie and I could go anywhere and have a good time together. Even a dumpster site, probably). Paris is lovely and unique. Everything that is said about Paris from movies and books are definitely true-it is a world of its own. The combination of having limited days, and having those days be cold are impeding on the time I need to really discover Paris. The famous sites we've seen are still unbelievably remarkable. None of them disappointed, despite being so widely commercialized and hyped up in movies/books. The architecture is adorable in a NY-Upper-Westside-way. Boys here are all magazine-cover-model-lookalikes. Oh, and macaroons...yuuuuum.
It isn't that Paris is a terrible place. I think honestly, it mainly is just that it's too cold and I am a wimp. Or maybe Paris is more like a very old wine. The taste of wine used to make me cringe, but it grew on me in time. And now it is the absolute best. I definitely want to visit Paris again sometime in my life, when it is warmer and I can see the parks fill with green leaves. Even now, Paris is still a beautiful city. I can only imagine how breathtaking it will be when the sun is out and the plants grow back again. Until then, Paris will have to wait for me while I tuck my tail in and escape to the mediterranean climate of Spain.