2013: I regret to say that Paris was a disappointment to me. Perhaps I put my expectation up too high, perhaps it was because I dislike cities in general, or perhaps it was the countless street beggars and homeless immigrants who kept pestering everyone, but I failed to see why everybody wants to go to Paris, why it was the place to be.
I guess people who are really into arts and architecture would have enjoyed it better. I never even went inside the Louvre.
Food, to me was just okay, too expensive and a bit too bland for my liking. After a few days, I got tired of the baguettes and cheeses, and began craving for something with chili and coconut milk.
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| Foie gras |
The only consolation was that wine was cheap. And that Eiffel Tower was as beautiful as it looked on postcards. I didn't go up the top though, because the queue was long and I wasn't allowed to carry my backpack with me.
Nevertheless I did manage to take some pictures of this most revered icon of the City of Love.
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| Maybe I should take one home. |
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| I had enough oil on my face to fry a fish |
