My name is Bri and I hate Paris, France.
Now, before you dive into the comments to explain how wrong I am, just know many people have tried to prove to me how amazing Paris is, and they’ve all failed. Every single one of them. Because Paris is just an over glorified trash dump. Now, not all of city reeks of cat piss, and in all honesty my opinion is based on one horrible visit to the city, but I’m right and you’re wrong, so good day.
The first time I visited Paris I was about 14 years old. My Uncle Jim, cousin Patrick, and I took the Chunnel beneath the English channel from London to Paris for a quick day trip. That morning, I had been excited to visit Paris. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Paris is painted as this ideal city in nearly every movie and tv show it pops up in.
We arrived in Paris excited to explore the city, but as soon as we stepped out of the train station a wave of rotting garbage blew past our noses, and I had to hold my hand over my mouth to keep from puking. Not a good start, and in all honesty it didn’t get any better from there.
About 45 minutes later, after we’d walked to the arc de triomphe and got in line for the Louvre, the rain began. This was not a simple rain storm. It was like the Heavens opened and just poured down all the rain it could possibly muster, and because we were stuck outside in line to get in to the Louvre, there was no escaping our fate. By the time it took us to get inside the museum–about 15 minutes–we were soaked and shivering while we made our way down into the main hall of the Louvre. All possible thoughts of enjoyment gone, ripped away by Mother Nature.
Now, there are redeeming qualities to Paris. For instance, the amount of Greek Mythology art in the Louvre makes it almost worth a visit, though you will end up getting trampled if you go anywhere near the Mona Lisa. Disneyland Paris is cute, and worth a visit if you can get an off-season price, but it’s not the best Disney park, as most of the good rides are usually closed.
The architecture of the city is also beautiful, if you can over look the eye soar that sticks over the top of every building: the Eiffel Tower.
In movies and TV the Eiffel tower is depicted as this glittering symbol of France and Love and Humanity. In real life it is just a rusted piece of crap. I think the main problem is that I was under the impression that the Eiffel tower was silver, or grey, and it is most definitely not. It is instead a rusted copper color and in all honesty quite horrific to look at.
Paris is also one of the places in the world where the stereotypes you hear about its inhabitants are true. The people, at least the ones I interacted with, were rude, uptight, or down right gross. I mean, I was even judged by a little kid on the subway for wearing a futbol jersey. Like girls were not allowed to like, or by God, enjoy sports.
Now, I understand the city would be painted in a better light in my mind if we hadn’t been rained upon so horrendously that first time, but I have been back to Paris since then–and seen much better parts of the city–and I still don’t get the allure. Paris just isn’t for me. Sure, I’ll eat every crumb of the sandwiches at the bakeries, and would kill a man for a fresh eclair, but that’s not enough to get me to even like the city. For I could just go somewhere else in France and probably find a much better sandwich/eclair at a much cheaper price.
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Little Slice of Bri 
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