14 April 2011 journal entry

Paris is my personal heaven on earth.

I loved everything about it there. I loved the way that whenever you entered a café, people would greet you with a friendly “Bonjour!” and then when you left, they would chirp a quick “Adieu!” I loved how they served all of the coke in glass bottles. I loved how, even though it was cold, walking was still the main means of transportation for most people. I loved how there were famous landmarks mixed in with the modern city streets. I loved how Luxembourg Gardens, even though there were no flowers in it, was still gorgeous. I loved how they showed British news on the television. I loved how I could translate some of the words I saw, and I loved hearing people speak French on the street. I loved how the Louvre had such incredible paintings, and I loved seeing all of the different museums. I loved the buses. They were so clean, so different from the ones we have in America. I loved how the French took pride in themselves and all of the things they did. Whatever, some people take that as snobby, I take it as incredible. And fabulous. The streets were clean, and you could buy something from someone on the streets without being involved in a drug deal. I loved the food. Crepes. Ham sandwiches. I could survive on those two things alone.  Buerre sucre crepes. Ham sandwich with lettuce, tomato, butter, and bread that was a loaf on its own. French cuisine makes American food look like crap. Which, ironically, most American food is. I miss everything about Paris. The fashion. The boutiques. EVERYTHING. I loved it and I want to live there. I am counting the days until summer when I can go back. Because it was truly a glimpse of heaven. And some people think that America has everything you could ever need.

Psh. Amateurs.