Yep, we did it, we went to Paris. It was something that we had been wanting to do for awhile, and my husband found out that our city recently started having direct flights to Paris that aren’t terribly expensive. So last year around Christmas he announced that we were going to Paris for Spring Break.
I would like to point out that although our city now has direct flights to Paris, we did not get one of those direct flights. This may have been because my husband has a habit of waiting until a couple of weeks before we are going to make a trip before he actually books the trip. I cannot seem to get him to move any faster than that on vacation plans and after over 20 years together, I don’t trip on it anymore. I just wait for the confirmation email so that I can know what date and time we are leaving.
Before we left, there were all sorts of opinions shared about the city, the most prevalent ones were that the city is dirty, the people are rude, and there are pick-pockets everywhere so be on the look-out. I’d like to talk about them.
Lets address the first – the city is dirty. The city was no more dirty than any other major city throughout the US. It was not different than New York or Chicago, Los Angeles, or San Francisco. Unless you consider the beautiful old buildings and cobblestone streets that speak to the history of the country as dirty, then I’d say that is an inaccurate statement.
The second thing that was said was that the people are rude. I speak a little bit of French, and understand a little bit more. Babydoll is currently in her third year of French; and I had seven years of French, (but if you don’t use something you really do lose it) I can piece together what to say and what is being said; but we aren’t fluent by any means. Having said that, we never encountered any rude Parisians. Once they figured out that we were not fluent if they could speak English, they were all too happy to converse with us. My husband insisted that we use Uber to get around if we couldn’t walk. If our drivers did not know English it was usually a quite ride, but they were never rude. We even had one driver use a Google app to allow us to converse with her and she with us. Keep in mind it is a busy metropolitan city and it’s fast paced, not unlike New York or Chicago; so there was no stopping on the street for a friendly chat and they just walked past you to get to where they were going. Although occasionally you would run across some elderly people strolling down the street having discussions and enjoying the day or walking their dog.
Pickpockets…..we didn’t encounter them. I can’t said that I could attribute that to use or the lack thereof; but we didn’t run into anyone shady. My husband and I both grew up in the inner-city what we call “the hood”, and because of that we are very mindful and watchful of our surroundings all the time. Between the two of us and what we have tried to instill in Babydoll, you gotta be really good to get one over on us. It may happen one day, but as of my 46 years on this earth, it has not happened yet.
There were tons of street vendors around the Eiffel Tower, but even while we were in awe of the magnificence of the structure , we weren’t messed with. They wanted you to buy, buy, buy as you were coming and leaving and that was about it.
I loved the city and I wish I had of had more time there; and I’m totally looking forward to going back. I can’t wait to share more pictures and stories in the upcoming weeks. Until next week,