It is no secret that Parisian people are viewed in a negative and hostile way. “They don’t like Americans” is a phrase I hear out of someone’s mouth every time I bring up the great city. Then again, this phrase usually comes from Americans.
Parisians like to do what they want, when they want, and if you get in the way of that chances are you won’t get a smile in return. Sure, that’s a bit hostile, but you know what? We as Americans do the same thing.
This week was filled with hours upon hours of classes and in my spare time, a lot of crèpe eating.
In any other part of the world that sounds like a drag, but remember, I’m in~Paris~.
In Paris, you can go to the Eiffel Tower whenever you want…
And you can go to the Opera Garnier at any time you please. This is the home of the phantom of the opera and is one of the most well known opera houses in the world.
It means that you can go shopping at Gallery Lafayette whenever and wherever you want…
And it means you can take a day trip out of town to Chartres, home of one of the most beautiful gothic ancient cathedrals in the entire world… And while you’re at it, you get to enjoy the view overlooking the small European town.
If you hadn’t noticed, I had the privileged of doing all of these amazing events this week. I was not harassed, I was not treated badly, and overall every interaction I had with a Parisian was more than satisfactory.
So, why the bad wrap?
I’m going to go ahead and counteract the normal statement about the French I stated in my opening, because if they were so mean and hostile, would I have had these amazing opportunities this week? Would I feel safe living in this country for as long as I am?
Parisians are more reserved than we are as Americans, but I would say the criticism should stop there.
To finish the recap on my week, it also rained. A lot. It rains in the morning, it rains at night and it rains when it’s about 60 degree outside. In fact, as I write this I can hear the rain outside falling to the ground. After all of the wet walks and fallen raindrops I’ve come to the conclusion that Paris is just as beautiful in the rain.
There is no doubt about it.