with no french whatsoever between us and had to find out way from Charles-de-Gaulle Airport to the hostel we had booked all those weeks before. It wasn’t actually too difficult but it did introduce us to the metro, something we grew to hate because of all the shifty looking people, each one seeming ready to rip the packs from our backs and disappear into the crowds. Neither of us like bustling places at the best of times but when we were tired with heavy bags and effectively deaf we really took a disliking to the whole city which was jam packed with people on holiday - it was the day before Bastille Day when we arrived.
I think the main problem with Paris was it’s size, sure there’e lots to do and see and it’s easy to get around and people do try to speak english when you are really stuck but there are so many other places that are just as nice but without as many people, and those places are much more pleasant to visit, as we found out as the month went on.
I think the rest of the french have it right when they meet someone from Paris, they say ‘oh well, we can’t all be perfect’ and for me that about sums it up, it could be good but it isn’t, there’s too much going against it for me to like it, let alone come back and rave about it like people seem to do. We did find a really nice cake shop though, and you do have to remember the important things in life don’t you?