I realize that criticism can be criticized. It rivaled the opinions of others, I do not question the lasting memories of other, do not judge the devotion of lovers, a mean, who were enamored of the porch of Notre Dame. But any city in the world can only be described through the filter of their own experience. I have walked the streets of Paris four times and although I've tried, I can not, I do not feel comfortable, not seduce me. I hate Paris.
In past trips to try to open doors to the world. But, is impossible to fall in love with every city. The charm can not be a global quality. There are places that simply do not just move us and Paris is, for me, one.
The French capital is like a five-star hotel: elegant, face and with a touch of glitz
The French capital is like a five-star hotel: elegant, face and with a touch of glitz. People talk in a polite, without raising his voice, gestures accompanying lyric, but in the eyes of the Parisian's always a trial to the visitor. Because of this luxury hotel receptionist who disapproves of a guest's attire.
In Moscow, eg, people can dedicate the look of a nightclub doorman, tosca, severe. It is a suspicion of another type, more instinctive, steeper, but it is easy to relax with a vodka that distance. In London, many English speaking Anglo proudly, somewhat arrogant, but then invented pubs with beer, to universalize the night. The Romans boast of their history without complex, with even fuss, but there is something close to his outgoing personality, perhaps the easy laugh.
In many cases their city become a museum to be visited with a umbrella 200 days per year.
In Paris I can not imagine sharing a spontaneous party with a haughty Parisian (terms may become redundant). Some are determined to turn their city into a great museum, certainly, must travel with a umbrella 200 days per year.
When traveling with a video camera, is accentuated with suspicion abroad. I had the impression that we recorded resisted their seats, streets and cafes as if we were to steal the magic associated with the concept "Paris".
That uncomfortable feeling has always accompanied me here. The speech is not proud Parisian, or bombastic, is more subtle: is condescending. They talk about other cities comets generously until the audacity to compare with Paris and no condescension that sometimes exists a grievance as imperceptible, one loses the right to protest.
The speech is not proud Parisian, or bombastic, is more subtle: is condescending.
Maybe that has prevented me from distant atmosphere to enjoy the beauty of the church objective Sainte Chappelle, with its endless windows or the Seine river, under bridges by fleeing loves spiteful.
Beyond these postcards, I never understood where resides under Pompidou, with all the scaffolding surrounding a rectangular block, or the Eiffel Tower, another building which I find unfinished. Nor have I ever enjoyed the square of Montmartre, so variegated that art has become an excuse to see a lot of people. It seduces me shopping at eleven at night on the Champs Elysees, whose name has been corrupted by trademarks and grace do not see the bow of the waiter who retires with six euros of coffee, at a local Rococo.
In many ways, this city seems a giant showcase, that is only visible from outside.
Paris has many names but in the "City of Light" rains more than in London, in "The City of Glamour" there are beggars sleeping next to the jewelers and the "City of Love" never felt welcome. Not, I do not like Paris.
