(4.4) (7 votes)
June 28, 2004
Pros: Very friendly and nice
Cons: we did not find
one trash can along the Champs Elysee. Being unable to speak french.
Sunday morning at 7 a.m. our plane touched down in Paris. From there
we managed an on-the-spot study of the Paris subway system and,
unbelievably, we made it to our hostel, which is located in a shady
part of town. Last night, for the second day in a row, someone tried
to sell me and Mike drugs. The first time was in DC at Union Station
where some guy pulled out some crack rocks. The guy in Paris, though,
spoke every language except English so I spoke to him in Spanish,
but he just wanted to sell us some hash so we said no and left.
The first thing Michael did was to take pictures of all the trash
in the streets and a homeless dude on the street as evidence that
the French are not as enlightened as they think. I don't think they
believe in waste disposal. When we were walking around the Arc de
Triumph Mike got frustrated because he had some trash but nowhere
to throw it, I swear, we did not find one trash can along the Champs
Elysee, not one.
However, the stereotype of rude French people isn't holding up for
us. All the people we've encountered have been nice. I actually
wish I could speak French instead of having to blunder through with
my English. I try to say Merci and Bonjour as much as I can though.
I feel bad about knowing only English and some Spanish. We were
out talking to our hostel mates in the courtyard they have at the
hostel and met some Californian girls from Santa Monica which made
me feel less like I was in a foreign land and more like I was closer
to home. One guy, who pulled up a chair later on, was also Californian,
from SF, but he could speak fluent French, which he learned from
magazines and going to a French cafe in SF. One of the girls could
also speak French as well as fluent Spanish.
All in all, right now I feel bad about my limited language skills.
But it is fun to pronounce the French station names like Chatelet
and saying Bonsoir and Bonjour. It has only been two days and I'm
already getting a feel for the French language.
I thought there would be more tourists, but most of the people we
encounter are French-speaking. I do see a lot of families, like
a Mom and Dad and kids. When I see them I remember when I came to
Paris with my family. I had a great time back then. Everywhere me
and Mike go, it reminds me of that first trip to Paris. And I kind
of wish my parents were here to enjoy Paris with me again.
It was great, when I went with my parents the Champs Elysee was
closed to traffic, because of a holiday I think, and it was so quiet.
We ate at a restaurant on the avenue and my parents let me order.
Predictably, I ordered pizza. We ate that meal as the sun went down
behind the Arc de Triumph, on a completely pedestrian-friendly street.