We said goodbye to my uncle and his wife, dropped the car in Limoges, and hopped on a train bound for Paris. And Paris is, as far as cities go, pretty nice.
I’m speaking objectively. I’ve never really been under the sway of the French obsession. Haute couture fashion and makeup? Don’t follow it.
French food? I can agree with them that butter = better.
Romance language? I prefer Italian, or non-romance languages Russian or Japanese.
Paris as a dream destination? The closest I’ve come to learning about sightseeing in the city is listening to David Sedaris’ interview with This American Life.
So with no expectations for Paris, here’s what I came away with:
1. The food is actually better than the U.S. Like in Italy, even the base quality food is better. You can still find places that are meh (especially bakeries), but the grocery goods are way tastier and there’s a fresh market stall for everything from produce and bread to meet and seafood.
2. Not everyone is dressed better, but the better-dressed are noticeably more stylish
3. Everything IS pretty. Forms of function have decoration and embellishment by default. Presentation matters. In this sense, being here reminds me of Japan.
Oh, and someone told me that Paris Syndrome is actually a thing. Guess it was good I came without expectations.